"Nor trust this Subtle Agent, nor his Oath. "You know his Faith-You try'd it before-hand. "His Fault is Death-And now to lose his Truth, "To save his Life, he will not greatly stand. "Nor trust your Kinsman's Proffer; since you both "Shew, Blood in Princes is no stedfast Band. "What tho' he hath no Title?-He hath Might: "That makes a Title, where there is no Right.

Thus he. When that Good Bishop thus replies, Out of a Mind that Quiet did affect:

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My lord, I must confess, as your Case lies, "You have great Cause your Subjects to suspect,

"And counterplot against their Subtilties,
"Who all good Care and Honesty neglect;
"And fear the worst what Insolence may do,
"Or armed Fury may incense them to.

"But yet, my Lord, Fear may as well transport "Your Care, beyond the Truth of what is mean; "As otherwise Neglect may fall too short, "In not Examining of their Intent:

"But let us weigh the Thing, which they exhort; ""Tis Peace, Submission, and a Parli'ment: "Which, how expedient 'tis for either Part, ""Twere good we judg'd with an impartial Heart.

"And first, for you my Lord, in Grief we see "The miserable Case wherein you stand; "Void here of Succour, Help, or Majesty, "On this poor Promontory of your Land: "And where how long a Time your Grace may be (Expecting what may fall into your Hand)

"We know not; since th' Event of Things do lie "Clos'd up in Darkness, far from mortal Eye.

"And how unfit it were you should protract "Long Time, in this so dangerous Disgrace? "As tho' that you good Spir't and Courage lack'd, "To issue out of this opprobrious Place; "When ev'n the Face of Kings do oft exact "Fear and Remorse in faulty Subjects base; "And longer Stay a great Presumption draws, "That you were guilty, or did doubt your Cause.

DANTEL.

"And therefore, as I think, you safely may "Accept this Proffer, that determine shall "All doubtful Courses by a quiet Way; "Needful for you, fit for them, good for all. "And here, my Sov'reign, to make longer Stay, "T' attend for what you are unsure will fall, "May slip th' Occasion, and incence their Will: "For Fear, that's wiser than the Truth, doth ill.

Thus he persuades, out of a zealous Mind,
Supposing Men had spoken as they meant;
And unto this the King likewise inclin'd,
As wholly unto Peace and Quiet bent;

And yields himself to th' Earl ;-Goes, leaves behind
His Safety, Sceptre, Honour, Government :
For gone, All's goue-He is no more his own
And They rid quite of Fear, He of the Crown

A Place there is, where proudly rais'd there stands A huge aspiring Rock, neighbo'ring the Skies, Whose surly Brow imperiously commands The Sea his Bounds, that at his proud Feet lies; And spurns the Waves, that in rebellious Bands Assault his Empire, and against him rise. Under whose Craggy Government there was A niggard narrow Way, for Men to pass :

And here, in hidden Cliffs, concealed lay
A Troop of Armed Men, to intercept
The unsuspecting King; that had no way
To free his Foot, that into Danger stept.
The Dreadful Ocean on the one side lay;
The hard-encroaching Mountain th' other kept.
Before him, he beheld his Hateful Foes;
Behind him, Trayt'rous Enemies enclose.

Environ'd thus, the Earl begins to cheer
His all-amazed Lord, by him betray'd:

Bids him take Courage, there's no Cause of Fear;
These Troops but there to guard him safe were laid.
To whom the King: What need so many here?
This is against your Oath, my Lord, he said.
But now he sees in what Distress he stood:
To strive was vain; t'intreat would do no good.

And therefore on with careful Heart He goes;
Complains, (but to Himself) sighs, grieves, and frets ;
At Rutland dines, tho' feeds but on his Woes:
The Grief of Mind hinder'd the Mind of Meats.
For Sorrow, Shame, and Fear, Scorn of his Foes;
The Thought of what He was, and what now threats;
Then what He should, and now what He hath done;
Musters confused Passions all in one.

To Flint from thence, unto a restless Bed,
That miserable Night he comes convey'd ;
Poorly provided, poorly followed;
Uncourted, unrespected, unobey'd:
Where if uncertain Sleep but hovered
Over the drooping Cares that heavy weigh'd,
Millions of Figures Fantasy presents
Unto that Sorrow, waken'd Grief augments.

His new Misfortune makes deluding Sleep
Say 'twas not so ;-False Dreams the Truth deny,
Wherewith he starts; feels waking Cares do creep
Upon his Soul, and gives his Dream the Lie ;
Then sleeps again :-And then again as deep
Deceits of Darkness mock his Misery.

So hard believ'd was Sorrow in her Youth;

That he thinks Truth was Dreams, and Dreams were Trut..

The Morning-Light presents unto his View

(Walking upon a Turret of the Place)

The Truth of what he sees is prov'd too true,
A Hundred Thousand Men before his Face

Came marching on the Shore, which thither drew.
And more to aggravate his great Disgrace,
Those he had wrong'd, or done to them Despite,
(As if they him upbraid) came first in Sight.

There he beheld, how humbly diligent
New Adulation was to be at Hand;

How ready Falsehood stept; how nimbly went
Base pick-thank Flatt'ry, and prevents Command.
He saw the Great obey, the Grave consent,
And all with this new-rais'd Aspirer stand:
But, which was worst, His Own Part acted there
Not by Himself; His Pow'r not his appear.

Which whilst he view'd, the Duke he might perceive Make t'wards the Castle to an Interview: Wherefore he did his Contemplation leave, And down into some fitter Place withdrew Where now he must admit, without his Leave, Him, who before with all Submission due, Would have been glad t' attend, and to prepare The Grace of Audience with respective Care.

Who now being come in Presence of his King,
(Whether the Sight of Majesty did breed
Remorse of what he was encompassing,
Or whether but to formalize his Deed,)
He kneels him down with some Astonishing;
Rose Kneels again (for Craft will still exceed)
When as the King approach'd, put off his Hood,
And welcom'd him; tho' wish'd him little Good.

"To whom the Duke began My Lord, I know, "That both uncall'd, and unexpected too,

"I have presumed in this Sort to show,
"And seek the Right which I am born unto.

"Yet pardon, I beseech you, and allow

"Of that constraint, which drives me thus to do. "For since 1 could not by a fairer Course

"Attain mine own, I must use this of Force.

"Well; so it seems, Dear Cousin, said the King "Tho' you might have procur'd it otherwise : "And I am here content in ev'ry Thing "To right you, as your self shall best devise.

"And God vouchsafe, the Force that here you bring "Beget not England greater Injuries.

And so they part.-The Duke made haste from thence It was no Place to end this Difference.

Strait towards London, in this Heat of Pride,
They forward set, as they had fore-decreed;

With whom the Captive King, constrain'd, must ride,
Most meanly mounted on a simple Steed:
Degraded of all Grace and Ease beside,
Thereby Neglect of all Respect to breed.
For th' over-spreading Pomp of prouder Migh
Must darken Weakness, and debase his Sight.

Approaching near the City, He was met
With all the Sumptuous Shews Joy could devise;
Where New Desire to please did not forget
To pass the usual Pomp of former Guise.
Striving Applause, as out of Prison let,
Runs on, beyond all Bounds, to Novelties;
And Voice, and Hands, and Knees and all do now
A strange deformed Form of Welcome show

And manifold Confusion running, greets,

Shouts, cries, claps Hands, thrusts, strives, and presses near: Houses impov'rish'd were t'enrich the Streets,

And Streets left naked, that (unhappy) were

Plac'd from the Sight where Joy with Wonder meets ;

Where all of all Degrees strive to appear;

Where divers-speaking Zeal one Murmur finds,
In undistinguish'd Voice to tell their Minds.

He that in Glory of his Fortune sat,
Admiring what he thought could never be,
Did feel his Blood within salute his State,
And lift up his rejoicing Soul, to see
So many Hands and Hearts congratulate
Th' Advancement of his long-desir'd Degree;
When, prodigal of Thanks, in passing by,
He re-salutes them all with cheerful Eye.

Behind him, all aloof, came pensive on
The unregarded King; that drooping went
Alone, and (but for Spite) scarce look'd upon :
Judge, if He did more envy, or lament!
See what a wondrous Work this Day is done!
Which th' Image of both Fortunes doth present;
In th' one to shew the best of Glory's Face,
In th' other, worse than worst of all Disgrace.

Now Isabel, the young, afflicted Queen

(Whose Years had never shew'd her but Delights,

Nor Lovely Eyes before had ever seen

Other than smiling Joys. and joyful Sights:

Born Great, Match'd Great, Liv'd Great, and ever been

Partaker of the World's best Benefits)

Had plac'd her self, hearing her Lord should pass

That way, where She unseen in Secret was;