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THE MAID'S TRAGEDY ALTERED .

With some other PIECES .

By EDMUND WALLER , Esq

Not before Printed in the several Editions of his POEMS .

LONDON , Printed for Jacob Tonson , at the Judges Head in Chancery Lane , near Fleet-street . 1690.

MOST of the following Pieces , being unfinish'd , were never intended to be publish'd ; but that a Person , who had borrowed a Manuscript Copy of them , took upon him to print them . The Copy from which they were printed , was very Imperfect ; and there being noe means left to suppress them , it was thought fit to suffer them to be more correctly printed from the last and truest Copies .

THE MAIDS TRAGEDY , ALTER'D BY Mr. WALLER .

PROLOGUE . SCarce should we have the boldness to pretend So long renown'd a Tragedy to mend : Had not already some deserv'd your praise With like attempt . Of all our elder Plays , This and Philaster have the lowdest fame : Great are their Faults , and glorious is their Flame . In both our English Genius is exprest ; Lofty and bold , but negligently , drest . Above our Neighbours our Conceptions are : But faultless Writing is th' effect of Care. Our Lines reform'd , and not compos'd in haste ; Polisht like Marble , would like Marble last . But as the present , so the last Age writ ; In both we find like negligence and wit. Were we but less indulgent to our faults , And patience had to cultivate our thoughts : Our Muse would flourish , and a nobler rage Would honour this , than did the Graecian Stage . Thus says our Author , not content to see That Others write as carlesly as He. Tho he pretends not to make things compleat ; Yet to please You , he 'd have the Poets sweat . In this old Play , what 's new we have exprest In rhiming Verse , distinguish'd from the rest : That , as the Roan its hasty way does make , Not mingling Waters , thro Geneva's Lake : So having here the differeut stiles in view , You may compare the former with the new . If we less rudely shall the Knot unty , Soften the rigour of the Tragedy : And yet preserve each persons character : Then to the Other , This you may prefer . 'T is left to you : the Boxes and the Pit , Are soveraign Judges of this sort of Wit. In other things the knowing Artist may Judge better than the people : but a Play , Made for delight , and for no other use , If you approve it not , has no excuse .
Enter Evadne , with a Page of Honour . Evad. A Mintor lost , it were as vain a thing , As 't is prodigious , to destroy the King. Compell'd by Threats , to take that bloody Oath , And the Act ill , I am absolv'd by both . This Island left with pitty I 'll look down On the King's Love , and fierce Melantius's frown . These will to both my resolution bring : Page , give Melantius that , this to the King. Exit Page with the Letters Under how hard a fate are Women born ! Priz'd to their ruine , or expos'd to scorn ! If we want Beauty , we of Love despair ; And are besieg'd like Frontier Towns , if fair . The pow'r of Princes Armies overthrows : What can our Sex against such force oppose ? Love and Ambition have an equal share In their vast Treasures ; and it costs as dear To ruine us , as Nations to subdue : But we are faulty , tho all this be true . For Towns are starv'd , or batter'd e're they yield ; But We perswaded rather than compell'd : For things superfluous neglect our Fame , And weakly render up our selves to shame . Oh! that I had my Innocence again , My untoucht Honour : but I wish in vain . The Fleece , that has been by the Dyer stain'd , Never again its native whiteness gain'd . Th' unblemisht may pretend to virtue's Crown : 'T is Beauty now must perfect my renown . With that I govern'd him that Rules this Isle ; 'T is that which makes me tryumph in Spoile , The Wealth I bear from this exhausted Court , Which here my Bark stands ready to transport . In narrow Rhodes I 'll be no longer pent ; But act my part upon the Continent : Asiatick Kings shall see my Beauties Prize , My shining Jewels , and my brighter Eyes . Princes that fly , their Scepters left behind , Contempt or Pitty , where they travel , find : The Ensigns of our Power about we bear ; And every Land pays Tribute to the Fair. So shines the Sun , tho hence remov'd , as clear When his Beams warm th' Antipodes , as here . Exit . Enter Melantius , with a Letter in his hand . She 's gone to perish , if the Gods be just ; The Sea 's not vast enough to quench her Lust. The standing Regiments , the Fort , the Town , All but this wicked Sister is our own . Oh! that I could but have supriz'd the Wretch , E're she that Watry Element did reach . Twice false Evadne ; spightfully forsworn , That fatal Beast like this I would have torn . Tears the Paper with fury . But this design admits of no delay ; And our Revenge must sind some speedy way . I 'll sound Lucippus , he has always paid Respect to my deserts : could he be made To joyn with us , we might preserve the State ; And take revenge , without our Countrys fate . He loves his Brother ; but a present Crown Cannot but tempt a Prince so near the Throne . He 's full of Honour : tho he like it not , If once he swear , he 'll not reveal the Plot. Exit . Enters the King alone . King. Melantius false ! it cannot be : and yet , When I remember how I merit it , He is presented to my guilty mind Less to his Duty , than Revenge inclin'd . 'T is not my nature to suspect my friends , Or think they can have black malicious ends : 'T is doing wrong creates such doubts as these , Renders us jealous , and destroys our peace . Happy the Innocent , whose equal thoughts Are free from anguish , as they are from faults . Enter a Page with a Letter . Page . 'T is from Evadne , Sir. Exit . King. Why should she use Her Pen to me ? 't is some important news ! Reads the Letter . From aboard my Yacht . [ Strangely dated . ]

WHich is now bearing me away from the rage of my offended Brothers : I wish you were as safe from their Revenge . They aim at your Life , and made me swear to take it . They have got the Fort , and are assured of the Inclinations , both of the Soldiers and Citizens . My first Prayer is to the Gods , for your Preservation : my next to your Majesty , that if they return to their Duty , you would afford them your Grace .

'T is no fain'd tale Callianax has told ; The Great Melantius is as false as bold . The Crown we hazard , when at home we stay , And teach our forces others to obey . Conduct of Armies is a Princes Art : And when a Subject acts that Royal Part ; As he in Glory rises we grow less : While our Arms prosper , ruin'd by success . For in a Court what can so dreadful be , As one more glorious than our selves to see ! Enter Melantius and Lucippus . Such is the General : to Lucippus Ear , What 't is he trusts , I 'll step aside and hear .
Lucipp . How am I caught with an unwary Oath , Not to reveal the secret , which I loath ! To stain my Conscience with my Brother's blood , To be a King ! No , not to be a God. He that with patience can such Treason hear , Tho he consent not , has a Guilty Ear. Unto thy self pronounce the name of King ; That word will keep thee from so foul a thing . [ late , Mel. Sir , your fond care and kindness comes too To save your Brother , or prevent my hate : The People mutiny , the Fort is mine , And all the Soldiers to my will incline . Of his own Servants he has lost the Heart , And in the Court I have the nobler part . Unto your self pronounce the name of King ; That word will tell you 't is no trivial thing That you are offer'd : Do not storm and frown At my endeavours to preserve the Crown . Wear it your self ; occasion will not stay ; T is lost , unless you take it while you may . Tumult and ruine will o'rewhelm the State ; And you 'll be guilty of your Country's fate . Luc. aside . Some form'd design against the King is laid , Let 's try how far our reason may perswade . To him . The Crown you value so , my Brother bears Upon his Head , and with it all the cares ; While I enjoy th' advantage of his State , And all the Crown can give , except the weight . Long may he Reign , that is so far above All Vice , all Passion , but excess of Love. And can th' effects of Love appear so strange , That into Beasts our greatest Gods could change ? Mel. The deathless Gods , when they commit a Rape , Disguis'd a while , again resume their Shape : But Princes once turn'd into Beasts , remain For ever so ; and should , like Beasts be slain . Luc. Tho more in years , you have a Mistress still ; And for that fault would you your Soveraign kill ? Love is the frailty of Heroic minds ; And where great Vertues are , our pardon finds . Brutes may be Chast ; Pidgeons , Swans and Doves , Are more confin'd , than we are , in their Loves . Justice and Bounty , in a Prince , are things That Subjects make as happy as their Kings . Will you contract the guilt of Royal Blood ? And rob your Country of her chiefest good ? Mel. Of one , whose Lust his Family has stain'd , By whose good Conduct he securely reign'd . Luc. Of one , whose choice first made your Valour known , And with whose Armies you have got renown . 'T is all the gratitude Subjects can shew , To bear with Patience what their Princes do . Mel. Yet Brutus did not let proud Tarquin scape . Luc. The Prince his Son was guilty of a Rape . For Joys extorted with a violent hand , Revenge is just , and may with honour stand . But should a Prince , because he does comply With one , that 's fair and not unwilling , dye ? Or is it fit the people should be taught Your Sisters frailty , with my Brothers fault ? Mel. Let her be known unchast ; so it be said , That he that durst perswade her to 't is dead . Luc. The King has wrong'd you : Is it just that you Mischief to me and the whole Nation do ? Mel. Rather than not accomplish my Revenge , Just , or unjust , I would the World unhinge . Luc. Yet of all Vertues , Justice is the best : Valour , without it , is a common Pest. Pirates and Thieves , too oft with Courage grac'd , Shew us how ill that Vertue may be plac'd . 'T is our complexion makes us chast or brave ; Justice from Reason , and from Heav'n we have . All other Vertues dwell but in the blood , That in the Soul , and gives the name of good . Justice , the Queen of Vertues , you despise , And only rude and savage Valour prize . To your revenge you think the King and all That Sacred is , a Sacrifice should fall : The Town be ruin'd , and this Isle laid wast , Only because your Sister is not chast . Can you expect , that she should be so sage To rule her blood , and you not rule your rage ? Both foul distempers are ; but yours the worse , Less pleasure has , and brings the greater curse . Mel. In idle Rhodes Philsophers are bred , And you , young Prince , are in their Morals read . Nor is it hard for one that feels no wrong , For patient duty to employ his Tongue . Oppression makes men mad , and from their breast , All reason does , and sense of duty wrest . The Gods are safe , when under wrongs we groan , Only because we cannot reach their Throne . Shall Princes then , that are but Gods of clay , Think they may safely with our honour play ? Reward a Soldiers Merit with a stain To his whole Race , and yet securely Reign ? Farewel ! I know so brave a Prince will scorn To tell the secret , unto which he 's sworn . Luc. aside . I promis'd Secrecy , but did not say I would look tamely on . Melantius stay : You have my Promise , and my hasty word Restrains my Tongue , but tyes not up my Sword. Of other Vertues tho you are bereft By your wild rage , I know your Valour 's left . Swear not to touch my Brother , or with speed Behind the Castle-wall let 's meet . Mel. Agreed . Exit Lucip. Mel. His well-known Vertue , and his constant Love , To his bad Brother may the people move : I 'll take the occasion , which he gives , to bring Him to his Death , and then destroy the King. [ Ex. Mel. Enter the King as discovering himself . King. O! what an happiness it is to find A friend of our own blood , a Brother kind ! A Prince so good , so just , so void of fear , Is of more value than the Crown I wear . The Kingdom offer'd if he would engage , He has refus'd with a becoming rage . For such a Brother , to th' immortal God More thanks I owe , then for the Crown of Rhodes . Happy this Isle , with such a Hero blest ! What Vertue dwells not in his Loyal Breast ? Enter Strato . Str. Sir we are lost , Melantius has the Fort , And the Town rises to assault the Court : Where they will find the strongest part their own : If you 'll preserve your self , you must be gone . I have a Garden opens to the Sea , From whence I can your Majesty convey To some near friend . King. There with your Shallop stay . The Game 's not lost ; I have one Card to play . Suffer not Diphilus to leave the Court , But bid him presently to me resort . [ Exit Strato . Had not this Challenge stopt the impendent fate , We must have perisht with the ruin'd State. Forts , Soldiers , Citizens , of all berest , There 's nothing but our private Valour left : If he survive , I have not long to Reign ; But he that 's injur'd , should be fairly slain . The people for their Darling would repine ; If he should fall by any hand , but mine . Less wise than valiant , the vain man is gone To fight a Duel , when his work was done . Should I command my Guards to find him , where He meets my Brother , and destroy him there : All hope of Peace would be for ever lost ; And the wild Rabble would adore his Ghost . Dead , than alive , he would do greater harm , And the whole Island , to revenge him , arm . So popular , so mighty have I made This fighting man , while I liv'd in the Shade . But 't was a double fault , to raise him so ; And then dishonour on his house to throw . Ill govern'd passions in a Princes Breast , Hazard his private , and the publick rest . Slaves to our Passions we become , and then It grows impossible to govern Men. But Errors not to be recall'd , do find Their best redress from presence of the mind . Courage our greatest failings does supply , And makes all good , or handsomely we dye . Life is a thing of common use , by Heav'n As well to Insects as to Princes giv'n . But , for the Crown , 't is a more sacred thing : I 'll dying lose it , or I 'll live a King. Enter Diphilus . Come , Diphilus , we must together walk , And of a matter of importance talk . Diph. aside . What fate is this ! had he stay'd half an hour , The rising Town had freed me from his Power . Exeunt . Scene changes into a Field : Into which enter Lucippus and Melantius , with Swords drawin . Mel. Be yet advis'd , th' injurious King forsake ; Death , or a Scepter from Melantius take . Lucip. Be thou advis'd , thy black design forsake ; Death , or this Counsel from Lucippus take . Mel. Youth and vain confidence thy life betray : Thro Armies this has made Melantius way . Lucip. Drawn for your Prince that Sworn could wonders do ; The better Cause makes mine the sharper now . Thy brutal anger does the Gods defy ; King are their care : resume thy Loyalty : Or from thy guilty Head I 'll pluck the Bays , And all thy Triumphs shall become my praise . Mel. That shall be quickly try'd . Enter the King with Diphilus . King. With Sword in hand , Like a good Brother , by your Brother stand . Diph. Glad that your pleasure lies this noble way ; I never did more willingly obey . King. Thy Life , Melantius , I am come to take , Of which foul Treason does a forfeit make . To do Thee honour , I will shed that blood , Which the just Laws , if I were faultless , should . Mel. 'T is bravely urg'd , Sir ; but , their Guards away , Kings have but small advantage of the Law. King. Having infring'd the Law , I wave my right As King , and thus submit my self to fight . Why did not you your own fierce hand employ , As I do mine , and tell the reason why ? A Subject should be heard before he 's slain ? And does less right belong to us that Reign ? Mel. If , as unjust , I could have thought you brave , This way I chosen had Revenge to have . A way so noble ; that I must confess , Already I begin to hate you less . So unexpected and so brave a thing , Makes me rember that you are my King. And I could rather be contented , since He challeng'd first , to combat with that Prince . That so , a Brother for a Sister chang'd , We may be of your wanton Pride reveng'd . King. 'T was I that wrong'd you , you my Life have sought ; No Duel ever was more justly fought . We both have reason for our fatal wrath : Nor is it fit the World should hold us both . Lucippus to the King apart . Me for what nobler use can you reserve , Than thus the Crown from danger to preserve ? Members expose themselves , to save the Head : This way he shall be satisfy'd , or dead . Melantius to his Brother apart . Tho foul Injustice Majesty did stain , This noble carriage makes it bright again . When Kings with Courage act , sometthing divine That calls for Reverence , does about them shine . Diph. Were we born Princes , we could not expect , For an affront receiv'd , greater respect . They that with sharpest Injuries are stung , If fairly fought withal , forget the wrong . A thousand pitties , such a Royal pair Should run this hazard for a wanton fair . Mel. Let us sight so , as to avoid th' extream Either of fearing , or of killing them . Lucippus apart to his Brother . Sir , you should wield a Scepter , not a Sword ; Nor with your Weapon kill , but with your Word . The Gods by others execute their will. K. Yet Heav'n does oft with its own Thunder kill : And when Necessity and Right command , A Sword is Thunder in a Soveraign's hand . Let us dispatch , lest any find us here , Before we fight ; or they grow less severe . Here they all Fight . Lucippus to the King. Hold Sir , they only guard , and still give place To them . Fight us , as Enemies , or ask for Grace . Mel. I never thought I could expedient see , On this side death , to right our Family . The Royal Sword thus drawn , has cur'd a wound For which no other Salve could have been found . Your Brothers now in Arms our selves we boast , As satisfaction for a Sister lost . The blood of Kings expos'd , washes a stain Cleaner , than thousands of the Vulgar slain . You have our pardon , Sir ; and humbly now , As Subjects ought , we beg the same of you . Here they both kneel . Pardon our guilty Rage ; which here takes end , For a lost Sister , and a ruin'd Friend . Luc. Let your great heart a gracious motion feel : Is 't not enough , you see Melantius kneel ? I 'll be a pledge for both ; they shall be true As heretofore ; and you shall trust 'em too . His Loyal Arm shall still support the State , And you no more provoke so just an hate . King. Rise , brave Melantius , I thy pardon sign , With as much Joy , as I am proud of mine . Rise , Valiant Diphilus , I hope you 'll both Forget my fault , as I shall your just wrath . Diph. Valour reveal'd in Princes does redeem Their greatest faults , and crowns them with esteem , Use us with Honour , and we are your Slaves , To bleed for you , when least occasion craves . King. With Honour and with Trust this Land shall know , After my Brother , none so great as you . Enter the Kings Guards . Mel. If these approach us , Sir , by your command ; Take back your Pardon , on our guard we stand . The King steps between ' em . King. What over-diligence has brought you here ? Captain of the Guards . Such as you 'll pardon when the News you hear Amintor is retir'd , Aspasia gone ; And a strange humour does possess the Town . They arm apace , Sir , and aloud declare Things which we dare not whisper in your Ear. The Council met , your Guards to find you sent , And know your pleasure in this Exigent . This honour'd person you might justly fear , Were he not Loyal , and amongst us here . They say his merit 's ill return'd , and cry , With great Melantius they will live and dye . Mel. Sir , not your Pow'r , but Vertue made me bow ; For all he tells you , I did kneeling know . Tho now the faithful'st of your Subjects , we Have been the cause of all this Mutiny . Go comfort , Sir , Amintor , while we run To stop the rage of this revolting Town ; And let them know the happiness they have In such a Royal pair , so just , so brave . Lend me your Guards , that if perswasion fail , Force may against the Mutinous prevail . K. to the Guards . Go , and obey , with as exact a care , All his commands , as if our self were there . Aside . He that depends upon another , must Oblige his Honour with a boundless trust . Exeunt King and Lucippus . Mel. How frail is Man ! how quickly changed are Our wrath and fury to a Loyal care ! This drawn but now against my Soveraigns Breast , Before 't is sheath'd , shall give him peace and rest . Exeunt Brothers and Guards . The Scene changes into a Forest. Enter Aspasia . Asp. They say , wild Beasts inhabit here ; But Grief and Wrong secures my Fear . Compar'd to him that does refuse , A Tyger's kind , for he pursues . To be forsaken's worse than torn ; And Death a lesser ill than Scorn . No Forrest , Cave , or Savage Den Holds more pernicious Beasts than Men. Vows , Oaths , and Contracts they devise , And tell us , they are sacred Tyes : And so they are in our esteem ; But empty Names , despis'd by them . Women with study'd Arts they vex : Ye Gods destroy that impious Sex. And if there must be some to ' invoke Your Powers , and make your Altars smoke , Come down your selves , and in their place Get a more Just and Nobler Race : Such as the Old World did adorn , When Hero's like your selves were born . But this I wish not for Aspacia's sake ; For she no God would for Amintor take . The Heart , which is our Passions Seat , Whether we will or no do's beat : And yet we may suppress our Breath : This let 's us see that Life and Death Are in our Power ; but Love and Hate , Depend not on our Will , but Fate . My Love was Lawful , when 't was born ; Their Marriage makes it merit Scorn . Evadne's Husband 't is a Fault To Love , a blemish to my thought ; Yet twisted with my Life ; and I That cannot faultless live , will dye . Oh! that some hungry Beast would come , And make himself Aspasia's Tomb. If none accept me for a Prey , Death must be found some other way . In colder Regions Men compose Poyson with Art ; but here it grows . Not long since ; walking in the Field , My Nurse and I , we there beheld A goodly fruit ; which tempting me , I would have pluck'd ; but trembling she , Whoever eat those Berries , cry'd , In less than half an hour dy'd . Some God direct me to that Bough , On which those useful Berries grow ! Exit . Enter Amintor alone . Am. Repentance , which became Evadne so , Would no less handsome in Amintor show . She ask'd me pardon ; but Aspasia I , Injur'd alike , suffer to pine and dye . 'T is said , that she this dangerous Forrest haunts , And in sad accents utters her complaints . If over-taken , e're she perish , I Will gain her Pardon , or before her dye . Not every Lady does from Vertue fall ; Th' Injurious King does not possess them all . Well I deserv'd Evadne's scorn to prove , That to Ambition sacrific'd my Love. Fools that consult their Avarice or Pride ! To chuse a Wife , Love is our noblest Guide . Exit . Enter Aspasia alone , with a Bough full of fair Berries Asp. This happy Bough shall give relief , Not to my hunger , but my grief . The Birds know how to chuse their fare , To peck this fruit they all forbear . Those chearful Singers know not why They should make any haste to dye : And yet they Couple � Can they know What 't is to Love , and not know Sorrow too ? 'T is Man alone , that willing dyes ; Beasts are less Wretched , or less Wise. How Lovely these ill Berries shew ! And so did false Amintor too . Heav'n would ensnare us ! who can scape When fatal things have such a shape ? Nothing in vain the Gods create , This Bough was made to hasten fate . 'T was in compassion of our woe , That Nature first made Poysons grow ; For hopeless wretches , such as I , Kindly providing means to dye . As Mothers do their Children keep , So Nature feeds , and makes us sleep : The indispos'd she does invite To go to Bed before 't is night . Death always is to come , or past : If it be ill , it cannot last . Sure 't is a thing was never known ; For when that 's present , we are gone . 'T is an imaginary Line , Which does our being here confine . Dead we shall be , as when unborn ; And then I knew nor Love , nor Scorn . But say we are to live elsewhere , What has the Innocent to fear ? Can I be treated worse than here ? Justice from hence long since is gone , And reigns where I shall be anon . Enter Amintor . Am. 'T is she ; those fatal Berries shew The mischief she 's about to do . Women are govern'd by a stuborn fate : Their Love 's insuperable , as their hate . No Merit their Aversion can remove ; Nor ill requital can efface their Love. Asp. Like Slaves redeem'd , Death sets us free From Passion , and from Injury . The Living chain'd to Fortunes Wheel , In Triumph led , her changes feel : And Conquerors kept Poysons by , Prepar'd for her Inconstancy . Bays against Thunder might defend their Brow : But against Love and Fortune here 's the Bough . Here she puts some of the Berries to her mouth , Amintor , strikes the Berries out of her hand , and snatches the Bough . Am. Rash Maid , forbear ; and lay those Berries by , Or give them him that has deserv'd to dye . Asp. What double Cruelty is this ? Would you That made me wretched , keep me always so ? Evadne has you : let Aspasia have The common refuge of a quiet grave . If you have kindness left , there see me laid : To bury decently the injur'd Maid , Is all the favour that you can bestow , Or I receive � Pray render me my Bough . Am. No less than you , was your Amintor wrong'd : The false Evadne to the King belong'd . You had my promise , and my Bed is free ; I may be yours , if you can pardon me . Asp. Your Vows to her were in the Temple made ; The sacred Altar witness'd what you said . Am. The pow'rs above are to no place consin'd , But ev'ry where hear promises that bind . The Heav'n , the Air , Earth , and the boundless Sea , Make but one Temple for the Deity . That was a Witness to my former Vow : None can Amintor justly claim , but you . Who gives himself away the second time , Creates no title , but commits a Crime . Asp. I could have dy'd but once ; but this believ'd I may ( alas ! ) be more than once deceiv'd . Death was the Port , which I almost did gain , Shall I once more be tost into the Main ? By what new Gods , Amintor , will you swear ? Am. By the same Gods , that have been so severe ; By the same Gods , the justice of whose Wrath Punish'd the infraction of my former faith . May every Lady an Evadne prove , That shall divert me from Aspasia's Love. Asp. If ever you should prove unconstant now ; I shall remember where those Berries grow . Am. My Love was always constant ; but the King , Melantius's friendship , and that fatal thing Ambition , me on proud Evadne threw ; And made me cruel to my self , and you . But if you still distrust my faith , I vow Here in your presence I 'll devour the Bough . Asp. Snatching the Bough from him . Rash Man , forbear ! but for some unbelief , My Joy had been as fatal as my Grief : The sudden news of unexpected bliss , Would yet have made a Tragedy of this . Secure of my Amintor , still I fear Evadne's mighty friend , the King. Am. He 's here . Enter the King , and his Brother , to them . King , turning to his Brother . How shall I look upon that noble Youth , So full of Patience , Loyalty , and Truth ? The fair Aspasia I have injur'd too , The guilty author of their double woe . My passions gone , and reason in her Throne , Amaz'd I see the mischiefs I have done . After a Tempest , when the Winds are laid , The calm Sea wonders at the wrecks it made . Am. Men wrong'd by Kings impute it to their fate , And Royal kindness never comes too late : So when Heav'n frowns , we think our anger vain ; Joyful and thankful when it smiles again . Taking Aspasia by the hand . This knot you broke , be pleas'd again to bind , And we shall both forget you were unkind . King. May you be happy , and your sorrows past , Set off those Joys I wish may ever last . Giving the Letter . Read this Amintor . Am. Evadne fled ! Aspasia now You 'll have no more occasion for your Bough . Enter a Messenger . Mess. Melantius , Sir , has let the people know How just you are , and how he 's grac'd by you . The Town 's appeas'd , and all the air does ring With repetitions of Long live the King. Luc. Sir , let us to the Sacred Temple go , That you are safe our Joys and Thanks to shew . King. Of all we offer to the Pow'rs above , The sweetest Incense is fraternal Love. Like the rich Clouds that rise from melted Gums , It spreads it self , and the whole Isle perfumes . This sacred Union has preserv'd the State ; And from all Tempest shall secure our fate : Like a well twisted Cable , holding fast The anchor'd Vessel in the lowdest Blast .
EPILOGUE , Spoken by the King. THE fierce Melantius was content , you see , The King should live ; be not more fierce than he . Too long indulgent to so rude a Time ; When Love was held so capital a Crime , That a Crown'd Head could no compassion find ; But dy'd , because the Killer had been kind . Nor is 't less strange such mighty Wits as those Should use a Style in Tragedy , like Prose . Well sounding Verse , where Princes tread the Stage , Should speak their Vertue , or describe their rage . By the loud Trumpet , which our Courage aids , We learn that sound , as well as sense , perswades . And Verses are the potent charms we use , Heroic Thoughts and Vertue to infuse . When next we act this Tragedy again , Unless you like the Change , we shall be slain . The innocent Aspasia's Life or Death , Amintor's too , depends upon your breath . Excess of Love was heretofore the cause ; Now if we dye , 't is want of your applause .

MR. Waller in his first Thoughts of Altering this Play , pitcht upon a design of making Evadne go among the Vestals . But considering , that the Persons in this Play are suppos'd to be Heathens , who never admitted any but pure Virgins among their Vestals ; he changed his design . Nevertheless before he did so , he had writ the following Verses .

Evadne . A Vestalvow'd , with Pity I 'll look down On the King's Love , and fierce Melantius's frown . But here 's the Sacred place , where we may have Before we dye , an honourable Grave . The Dead , and they that live retired here , Obtain like Pardon from the most severe . Knocks at a Door . Enter Governess . Gov. The Great Evadne visiting our Cell ! Ev. 'T is not to visit you ; but here to dwell . Can you find room for one so bad as I , That humbly begs she may among you dye ? Gov. You that so early can correct your Thoughts , May hope for Pardon for your greatest faults . Happy is she that from the World retires , And carrys with her what the World admires . Thrice happy she , whose young thought fixt above , While she is Lovely does to Heaven make Love. I need not urge your Promise , e're you find An Entrance here , to leave the World behind . Ev. My guilty Love Devotion shall succeed ; Love such as mine was , tho' a dangerous Weed , Shews the rich Soile , on which it grew so high , May yield as fair a Crop of Piety . But of all Passions , I Ambition find Hardest to banish from a Glorious Mind . Yet Heav'n our Object made , Ambition may , As well as Love , be turn'd a Nobler way : Still I ascend ; it is a step above A Princes favour , to belong to Jove . They go in and the Door shuts . Enter Melantius with a Letter . Among the Vestals ! she 'll corrupt them all , And teach them from their Sacred Vow to fall .
POEMS
The Triple Combat . WHen thro the World fair Mazarine had run , Bright as her Fellow-Traveller , the Sun ; Hither at length the Roman Eagle flyes , As the last Triumph of her conqu'ring Eyes . As Heir to Julius , she may pretend A second time to make this Island bend . But Portsmouth , springing from the ancient race Of , Britains , which the Saxon here did chase , As they great Caesar did oppose , makes head , And does against this new Invader lead . That goodly Nymph , the taller of the two , Careless and fearless to the Field does go . Becoming blushes on the other wait , And her young look excuses want of height . Beauty gives Courage ; for she knows the day Must not be won the Amazonian way . Legions of Cupids to the Battel come , For little Britain these , and those for Rome . Drest to advantage , this Illustrious Pair Arriv'd , for Combat in the List appear . What may the fates design ! for never yet From distant Regions two such Beauties met : Venus had been an equal friend to both , And Victory to declare her self seems loth . Over the Camp with doubtful Wings she flys ; Till Chloris shining in the Field she spys . The lovely Chloris well attended came , A thousand graces waited on the Dame : Her matchless form made all the English glad , And foreign Beauties less assurance had . Yet , like the Three on Ida's Top , they all Pretend alike , contesting for the Ball. Which to determine Love himself declin'd , Lest the neglected should become less kind . Such killing looks ; so thick the Arrows fly ; That 't is unsafe to be a stander by . Poets approaching to describe the sight , Are by their Wounds instructed how to write . They with less hazard , might look on and draw The ruder Combats in Alsatia . And with that Foil of violence and rage Set off the splendour of our Golden Age : Where Love gives Law , Beauty the Scepter sways ; And uncompell'd , the happy World obeys .
Prologue for the Lady Actors . AMaze us not with that Majestick Frown : But lay aside the greatness of your Crown . And for that Look , which does your people awe , When in your Throne and Robes you give 'em Law ; Lay it by here , and use a gentler smile ; Such as we see great Joves in Picture , while He listens to Apollo's charming Lyre , Or judges of the Songs he does inspire . Comedians on the Stage shew all their skill , And after do as Love and Fortune will. We are less careful , hid in this disguise ; In our own Clothes more serious , and more wise . Modest at home , upon the Stage more bold , We seem warm Lovers , tho' our Breasts be cold . A fault committed here deserves no scorn , If we act well the parts to which we 're born .
To Mr. Killegrew , upon his altering his Play Pandora , from a Tragedy into a Comedy , because not approv'd on the Stage . SIR , you should rather teach our Age the way Of judging well , than thus have chang'd your Play. You had oblig'd us by employing Wit , Not to Reform Pandora , but the Pit. For as the Nightingale , without the Throng Of other Birds , alone attends her Song : While the lowd Daw , his Throat displaying , draws The whole assembly of his Fellow-Daws . So must the Writer , whose productions should Take with the Vulgar , be of vulgar mould : Whilst nobler Fancies make a flight too high For common view , and lessen as they fly .
On the Statue of King Charles the First , at Charing-Cross . THat the First Charles does here in Triumph ride , See his Son Reign where he a Martyr dy'd ; And People pay that Reverence , as they pass , Which then he wanted , to the Sacred Brass : Is not the effect of Gratitude alone ; To which we owe the Statue and the Stone . But Heav'n this lasting Monument has wrought , That Mortals may Eternally be taught ; Rebellion , though successful , is but vain ; And Kings so kil'd rise Conquerors again . This Truth the Royal Image does Proclaim , Loud as the Trumpet of surviving Fame .
On the D. of Monmouth's Expedition into Scotland , in the Summer Solstice , 1678. SWift as Joves Messenger , the Winged God , With Sword as Potent as his Charming Rod , He flew to Execute the Kings Command , And in a moment reach'd that Northern Land ; Where Day contending with approaching Night , Assists the Heroe with continu'd Light. On Foes surpriz'd , and by no Night conceal'd , He might have rush'd , but noble Pity held His Hand a while , and to their choice gave ' space , Which they would prove , his Valour , or his Grace . This not well heard , his Cannon louder spoke , And then , like Lightning , thro that Cloud he broke ; His Fame , his Conduct , and that Martial Look , The guilty Scotch with such a Terror strook ; That to his Courage they resign the Field , Who to his Bounty had refus'd to yield . Glad that so little Loyal Blood it cost , He grieves so many Britains should be lost ; Taking more Pains , when he beheld them yield , To save the Flyers , than to win the Field : And at the Court his Interest does employ , That none , who scap'd his fatal Sword , should dye . And now these rash bold Men their Error find , Not trusting one beyond his Promise kind ; One whose great Mind , so bountiful and brave , Had learnt the Art to Conquer , and to Save . In Vulgar Breasts no Royal Vertues dwell , Such deeds as these his high Extraction tell ; And give a secret Joy to him that Reigns , To see his Blood Triumph in Monmouth's Veins : To see a Leader , whom he got and chose , Firm to his Friends , and fatal to his Foes . But seeing Envy , like the Sun , does beat With scorching Rays , on all that 's high and great : This , ill requited Monmouth , is the Bough The Muses send to shade thy Conqu'ring Brow. Lampoons , like Squibs , may make a present blaze ; But Time and Thunder pay respect to Bays , Achilles Arms dazle our present view , Kept by the Muse as radiant , and as new , As from the Forge of Vulcan first they came ; Thousands of years are past , and they the same : Such care she takes , to pay desert with Fame : Then which no Monarch , for his Crowns defence Knows how to give a Nobler Recompence .
Of an Elegy made by Mrs. Wharton on the Earl of Rochester . THus mourn the Muses ; on the Herse , Not strowing Tears , but lasting Verse : Which so preserve the Hero's Name ; They make him live again in Fame . Chloris in Lines so like his own , Gives him so just and high Renown : That she th' afflicted World relieves ; And shews , that still in her he lives . Her Wit as graceful , great and good ; Ally'd in Genious , as in Blood. His loss supply'd , now all our fears Are , that the Nymph should melt in Tears . Then fairest Chloris , comfort take , For his , your own , and our sake ; Least his fair Soul , that lives in you , Should from the World for ever go .
Reflection on these Words , Pride was not made for Man. NOT the brave Macedonian Youth alone , But base Caligula , when on the Throne , Boundless in Pow'r , would make himself a God ; As if the World depended on his Nod. The Syrian King to Beasts was headlong thrown , E're to himself he could be mortal known . [ Line , The meanest Wretch , if Heav'n should give him Would never stop , till he were thought Divine . All might within discern the Serpents Pride , If from our selves our selves did nothing hide . Let the proud Peacock his gay Feathers spread , And wooe the Female to his painted Bed. Let Winds and Seas together rage and swell , This Nature teaches , and becomes 'em well . Pride was not made for Man : a conscious sense Of Guilt , and Folly , and their consequence Destroys the claim ; and to beholders tells , Here nothing , but the shape of manhood , dwells .
Translated out of French. FAde Flowers , fade , Nature will have it so ; 'T is but what we must in our Autumn do : And as your Leaves lye quiet on the Ground , The loss alone by those that lov'd them found ; So in the Grave shall we as quiet lye , Mist by some few , that lov'd our Company . But some , so like to Thorns and Nettles , live ; That none for them , can , when they perish , grieve .
Some Verses of an Imperfect Copy , design'd for a Friend on his Translation of Ovid's Fasti. ROme's Holy-days you tell , as if a Guest With the old Romans you were wont to feast . Numa's Religion by themselves believ'd , Excells the true , only in shew receiv'd . They made the Nations round about 'em bow , With their Dictators taken from the Plough : Such Pow'r has Justice , Faith and Honesty ; The World was conquer'd by Morality . Seeming Devotion does but guld a Knave , That 's neither Faithful , Honest , Just , nor Brave : But where Religion does with Vertue joyn , It makes a Hero , like an Angel shine .
Of the late Invasion and Defeat of the Turks , &c. THe modern Nimrod , with a safe delight Persuing Beasts , that save themselves by flight , Grown proud , and weary of his wonted Game , Would Christians chase , and Sacrifice to fame . A Prince with Eunuchs and the softer Sex Shut up so long , would Warlike Nations vex ; Provoke the German , and neglecting Heaven , Forget the Truce for which his Oath was given . His Grand Visier presuming to invest , The chief Imperial City of the West ; With the first Charge compell'd in hast to rise , His Treasure , Tents , and Cannon left a Prise : The Standard lost , and Janisaries slain , Render the hopes he gave his Master , vain . The flying Turks , that bring the tidings home , Renew the Memory of his Fathers Doom ; And his Guard Murmurs , that so often brings Down from the Throne their unsuccessful Kings . The trembling Sultan's forc't to expiate , His own ill Conduct by another's Fate : The Grand Visier , a Tyrant tho' a Slave , A fair Example to his Master gave ; He Bassa's Heads , to save his own made fly , And now , the Sultan to preserve must dye . The fatal Bow-string was not in his thought , When breaking Truce , he so unjustly fought ; Made the World tremble with a numerous Hoast , And of undoubted Victory did boast . Strangled he lyes ! yet seems to cry aloud To warn the Mighty , and instruct the Proud ; That of the Great neglecting to be Just , Heav'n in a Moment makes an heap of Dust. The Turks so low ; why should the Christians loose Such an advantage of their Barbarous Foes ? Neglect their present Ruin to compleat , Before another Solyman they get ? Too late they would with shame , repenting , dread That numerous Heard by such a Lyon lead . He , Rhodes and Buda from the Christians tore , Which timely Union might again restore . But sparing Turks , as if with Rage possest , The Christians perish by themselves opprest : Cities and Provinces so dearly won , That the Victorious People are undone . What Angel shall descend to reconcile The Christian States , and end their Guilty Toyl ? A Prince more fit from Heav'n we cannot ask , Than Britain's King for such a Glorious task : His dreadful Navy , and his lovely Mind , Gives him the Fear and Favour of Mankind . His Warrant does the Christian Faith defend ; On that relying all their Quarrels end . The Peace is sign'd , and Britain does obtain , What Rome had sought from her fierce Sons in vain . In Battels won Fortune a part doth claim , And Soldiers have their Portion in the Fame : In this successful Union we find Only the Tryumph of a worthy Mind : 'T is all accomplisht by his Royal Word , Without unsheathing the destructive Sword ; Without a Tax upon his Subjects laid , Their Peace disturb'd , their Plenty or their Trade . And what can they to such a Prince deny , With whose Desires the Greatest Kings comply ? The Arts of Peace are not to him unknown , This happy way he marcht into the Throne ; And we owe more to Heav'n than to the Sword , The wisht return of so benign a Lord. Charles by Old Greece , with a new Freedom grac'd Above her Antique Heroes shall be plac'd . What Theseus did , or Theban Hercules Holds no compare with this Victorious Peace ; Which on the Turks shall greater Honour gain , Then all their Giants and their Monsters slain . Those are bold Tales , in fabulous Ages told ; This Glorious Act the Living do behold .
A Panegyrick , &c. to O. Cromwell . WHile with a strong , and yet a gentle hand , You bridle Faction , & our Hearts command ; Protect us from our selves , and from our Foe , Make us Unite , and make us Conquer too : Let partial Spirits still aloud complain , Think themselves injur'd that they cannot Reign ; And own no Liberty , but when they may Without Controul upon their Fellows prey . Above the Waves as Neptune show'd his Face , To chide the winds , and save the Trojan Race : So has your Highness , rais'd above the rest , Storms of Ambition tossing us , represt . Your Drooping Country , torn with Civil Hate , Restor'd by you , is made a Glorious State : The Seat of Empire ; where the Irish come , And the unwilling Scot , to fetch their doom . The Sea 's our own ; and now all Nations greet , With bending Sails , each Vessel of our Fleet : Your Power extends as far as Winds can blow , Or swelling Sails upon the Globe may go . Heaven , that has plac'd this Island to give Law , To Ballance Europe , and her States to awe : In this Conjunction does on Britain smile ; The greatest Leader , and the greatest Isle . Whether this Portion of the World were rent By the Rude Ocean from the Continent ; Or thus Created : sure it was design'd To be the Sacred Refuge of Mankind . Hither the Oppressed shall henceforth resort Justice to crave , and Succour at your Court : And then your Highness , not for ours alone , But for the Worlds Protector shall be known . Fame , swifter than your winged Navy , flies Through every Land , that near the Ocean lies , Sounding your Name , and telling dreadful News , To all that Piracy and Rapine use . With such a Chief the meanest Nation blest , Might hope to raise her Head above the rest : What may be thought impossible to do , For us embraced by the Sea and you ? Lords of the Worlds great waste , the Ocean , we Whole Forrests send to reign upon the Sea : And every Coast may trouble or relieve ; But none can visit us without your leave . Angels and we have this Prerogative , That none can at our Happy Seat arrive : While we descend , at Pleasure to invade The Bad with Vengeance , and the Good to aid . Our little World , the Image of the Great , Like that amidst the Ambient Ocean set , Of her own growth hath all that Nature craves ; And all that 's rare , as Tribute from the Waves . As Egypt does not on the Clouds rely , But to her Nile owes more than to the Sky : So whatsoe're our Earth and Heav'n denies , Our ever constant Friend the Sea supplies . The taste of hot Arabia's Spice we know , Free from the scorching Sun that makes it grow . Without that heat , in Persian Silk we shine ; And without Planting , drink of every Vine . To dig for Wealth we weary not our Limbs ; Gold , tho the heaviest Mettal , hither swims . Ours is the Harvest , where the Indians mow ; We plow the Deep , and reap what others sow . Things of the noblest kind our own Soil breeds ; Stout are our Men , and Warlike are our Steeds . Rome , tho her Eagle thro'tho World had flown , Could never make this Island all her own : Here the Third Edward , and the Black Prince too ; France Conquering , Henry flourisht , and now you ; For whom we stay'd , as did the Grecian State , Till Alexander came to urge their Fate . When for more Worlds the Macedonian cry'd , He wist not Thetis in her Lap did hide Another yet , a World reserv'd for you , To make more great than that he did subdue . He safely might old Troops to Battel lead , Against th' unwarlike Persian and the Mede ; Whose hasty flight did from a bloodless Field , More Spoil than Honour to the Victor yield . A Race unconquer'd , by their Clime made bold , The Caledonians Arm'd with want and cold , Have by a fate indulgent to your Fame , Been from all Ages kept for you to tame . Whom the old Roman Wall so ill confin'd , With a new Chain of Garrisons you bind : Here foreign Gold no more shall make them come ; Our English Iron holds them fast at home . They that henceforth must be content to know No warmer Region than their Hills of Snow ; May blame the Sun , but must extol your Grace , Which in our Senate hath allow'd them place : Preferr'd by Conquest , happily o'rethrown , Falling they Rise , to be with us made one . So kind Dictators made , when they came home , Their vanquisht Foes Free Citizens of Rome . Like favour find the Irish , with like fate , Advanced to be a Portion of our State. Whilst by your Valour , and obliging Mind , Nations divided by the Sea are joyn'd . Holland to gain our friendship is content To be our Out-gard on the Continent : She from her fellow Provinces would go , Rather than hazard to have you her Foe . In our late fight , when Cannons did diffuse ( Preventing Posts ) the Terror and the News ; Our Neighbours then did Tremble at the roar : But our Conjunction makes them tremble more . Your never failing Sword made War to cease ; And now you heal us with the Arts of Peace : Our minds with Bounty , and with Awe Engage ; Invite Affection , and restrain our Rage . Less Pleasure take brave Minds in Battels won , Than in restoring such as are undone : Tygers have Courage , and the Rugged Bear ; But Man alone can when he Conquers , spare . To Pardon willing , and to punish loth : You strike with one Hand , but you heal with both : Lifting up all that Prostrate lye , you grieve You cannot make the Dead again to Live. When Fate or Error had our Rage misled , And o're these Nations such Confusion spread : The only Cure , which could from Heav'n come down , Was so much Power and Clemency in One : One whose Extraction from a Noble Line , Gives Hopes again that Well-born Men may shine ; The meanest in your Nature , Mild and Good ; The Noblest Rest secured in your Blood. Much have we wonder'd , how you hid in Peace , A Mind proportion'd to such things as these : How such a Ruling Spirit you could restrain ; And Practice first over your self to Reign . Your Private Life did a Just Pattern give , How Fathers , Husbands , Pious Men should live . Born to Command , your Princely Vertue slept , Like Humble David , whilst the Flock he kept : But when your troubled Country call'd you forth ; Your flaming Courage and your matchless worth , Dazzling the Eyes of all that did pretend , To fierce Contention gave a Prosperous end . Still as you rise , the State exalted too , Finds no Distemper , while 't is chang'd by you ; Chang'd like the Worlds great Scene , when with-out noise The Rising Sun Night's Vulgar Lights destroys . Had you some Ages past this Race of Glory Run , with amazement we should read the Story : But living Vertue ( all Atchievements past ) Meets Envy still , to grapple with at last . This Caesar found , and that ungrateful Age , Which losing him , fell back to Blood and Rage . Mistaken Brutus thought to break the Yoke ; But cut the Bond of Union with that stroke . That Sun once Set , a thousand meaner Stars Gave a Dim light to Violence and Wars : To such a Tempest as now threatens all , Did not your Mighty Arm prevent the fall . If Rome's great Senate could not weild the sword , Which of the Conquer'd World had made them Lord ; What hope had ours , while yet their Power was new , To Rule Victorious Armies , but by you ? You , that had taught them to subdue their Foes , Could order , teach , and their high Spirits compose : To every Duty could their Minds engage ; Provoke their Courage , and command their Rage . So when a Lyon shakes his dreadful Main , And angry grows ; if he that first took pain , To tame his Youth , approach the haughty Beast ; He bends to him , but frights away the rest . Then let the Muses , with such Notes as these , Instruct us what belongs unto our Peace . Your Battels they hereafter shall Endite , And draw the Image of our Mars in Fight ; Tell of Towns Storm'd , of Armies over-run , And Mighty Kingdoms by your Conquest won : How while you thundred , Clouds of dust did choak Contending Troops , and Seas lay hid in Smoke . Illustrious Acts high Raptures do Infuse ; And ev'ry Conqueror creates a Muse. Here in low strains your milder Deeds we Sing : But then ( my Lord ) we 'll Bays and Olive bring , To crown your Head ; while you in Triumph ride O're Nations Conquer'd , and the Sea beside : While all the Neighbour Princes unto you , Like Josephs Sheaves , pay Reverence and bow .
Upon the Death of O. C. WE must resign ; Heav'n his great Soul does claim In Storms as loud as his Immortal Fame : His dying Groans , his last breath shakes our Isle ; And Trees uncut fall for his Funeral Pile . About his Palace their broad Roots are tost Into the Air : So Romulus was lost . New Rome in such a Tempest mist her King ; And from obeying , fell to Worshipping . On Oeta's top thus Hercules lay dead , With ruin'd Oaks and Pines about him spread . Those his last Fury from the Mountain rent : Our dying Hero from the Continent , Ravish'd whole Towns ; and Forts from Spaniards reft , As his last Legacy to Britain left . The Ocean , which so long our hopes confind , Could give no limits to his vaster mind : Our bounds enlargement was his latest toil ; Nor hath he left us Prisoners to our Isle . Under the Tropick is our Language spoke , And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our Yoke . From Civil Broils , he did us disingage ; Found Nobler Objects for our Martial Rage : And with wise Conduct , to his Country show'd , Their ancient way of Conquering abroad . Ungrateful then ! if we no Tears allow To him , that gave us Peace and Empire too . Princes that fear'd him , grieve , concern'd to see No pitch of Glory from the Grave is free . Nature her self , took notice of his Death ; And sighing , swell'd the Sea with such a breath : That to remotest Shores her Billows rowl'd Th' approaching Fate of their great Ruler told .
Mr. WALLER's Speech to the House of Commons , April 22. 1640. Mr. Speaker ,

I Will use no Preface , as they do who prepare Men for some thing in which they have a particular Interest : I will only propose what I conceive fit for the House to consider : and shall be no more concerned in the Event , than they that shall hear me .

Two things I observe in his Majesties Demands .

First , The Supply .

Secondly , Our speedy dispatch thereof .

Touching the First : His Majesties Occasions for Money are but too evident . For , to say nothing , how we are neglected abroad , and distracted at home ; the Calling of this Parliament , and our Sitting here ( an Effect which no light Cause could in these times have produced ) is enough to make any reasonable Man believe , That the Exchequ�r abounds not so much in Money , as the State does in Occasions to use it . And I hope we shall all appear willing to disprove those who have thought to disswade his Majesty from this way of Parliaments , as uncertain ; and to let Him see , it is as ready , and more safe for the Advancement of His Affairs , than any New , or pretended Old , way whatsoever .

For the speedy Dispatch required , which was the Second thing , not only his Majesty , but Res Ipsa loquitur ; the occasion seems to importune no less : Necessity is come upon us like an Armed Man.

Yet the use of Parliaments heretofore ( as appears by the Writs that call us hither ) was to advise with His Majesty of things concerning the Church and Commonwealth . And it hath ever been the Custom of Parliaments , by good and wholsom Laws to refresh the Commonwealth in general ; yea and to descend into the Remedies of particular Grievances ; before any mention made of a Supply . Look back upon the best Parliaments , and still you shall find , That the last Acts are for the free Gifts of Subsidies on the Peoples part , and General Pardons on the Kings part . Even the wisest Kings have first acquainted their Parliaments with their Designs , and the Reasons thereof ; and then demanded the Assistance , both of their Council and Purses . But Physicians , though they be called of the latest , must not stomach it , or talk what might have been , but apply themselves roundly to the Cure. Let us not stand too nicely upon Circumstances , nor too rigidly postpone the matter of Supply , to the healing of our lighter Wounds . Let us do , what possibly may be done with reason and Honesty on our parts , to comply with His Majesties Desires , and to prevent the imminent Ills which threaten us .

But consider ( Mr. Speaker ) that they who think themselves already undone , can never apprehend themselves in Danger : and they that have nothing left , can never give freely . Nor shall we ever discharge the Trust of those that sent us hither , or make them believe that they contribute to their own Defence and Safety ; unless his Majesty be pleased , first to restore them to the Propriety of their Goods and Lawful Liberties , whereof they esteem themselves now out of Possession . One need not tell you , That the Propriety of Goods is the Mother of Courage , and the Nurse of Industry , makes us valiant in War , and Good-husbands in Peace . The Experience I have of former Parliaments , and my present Observation of the care the Country has had to choose Persons of Worth and Courage , makes me think this House like the Spartans , whose forward Valour required some softer Musick to allay and quiet their Spirits , too much moved with the found of Martial Instruments . 'T is not the fear of Imprisonment , or , if need be , of Death it self , that can keep a true-hearted English Man from the care to leave this part of his Inheritance as entire to Posterity , as he received it from his Ancestors .

This therefore let us first do , and the more speedily , that we may come to the matter of Supply ; let us give new Force to the many Laws , which have been heretofore made for the maintaining of our Rights and Priviledges , and endeavour to restore this Nation to the Fundamental and Vital Liberties , the Propriety of our Goods , and the Freedom of our Persons : No way doubting , but we shall find His Majesty as gracious and ready , as any of his Royal Progenitors have been , to grant our just Desires therein . For not only the People do think , but the Wisest do know , That what we have suffered in this long Vacancy of Parliaments , we have suffered from his Ministers . That the Person of no King was ever better beloved of his People ; and that no People were ever more unsatisfied with the Ways of levying Moneys , are Two Truths which may serve one to demonstrate the other : For such is their Aversion to the present Courses , That neither the admiration they have of his Majesties native Inclination to Justice and Clemency , nor the pretended Consent of the Judges , could make them willingly submit themselves to this late Tax of Ship-Money . And such is their natural Love and just Esteem of his Majesty's Goodness , That no late Pressure could provoke them , nor any Example invite them to Disloyalty or Disobedience .

But what is it then , that hath bred this misunderstanding betwixt the King and his People ? How is it , that having so good a King , we have so much to complain of ? Why , we are told of the Son of Solomon , that he was a Prince of a tender Heart ; and yet we see , by the Advice of violent Counsellers how rough an Answer he gave to his People . That his Finger should be as heavy as his Fathers Loins , was not his own , but the Voice of some Persons about him , that wanted the Gravity and Moderation requisite for the Counsellors of a young King. I love not to press Allegories too far : but the Resemblance of Job's Story with ours holds so well , that I cannot but observe it to you . It pleased God to give his Enemy leave to afflict him more than once or twice , and to take all he had from him ; and yet he was not provoked to rebell , so much as with his Tongue : though he had no very good Example of one that lay very near him , and felt not half that which he suffered . I hope his Majesty will imitate God in the benigner part too ; and as he was severe to Job only while he discoursed with another concerning him ; but when he vouchsafed to speak himself to him , began to rebuke those , who had mistaken and mis-judged his Case , and to restore the patient Man to his former Prosperity : So now , that his Majesty hath admitted us to His Presence , and spoken Face to Face with us ; I doubt not , but we shall see fairer Days , and be as Rich in the Possession of our own as ever we were .

I wonder at those that seem to doubt the Success of this Parliament , or that the Misunderstanding between the King and his People should last any longer , now they are so happily met . His Majesties Wants are not so great , but that we may find means to supply him : Nor our Desires so unreasonable , or so incompatible with Government , but that His Majesty may well satisfie them . For our late Experience , I hope , will teach us what Rocks to shun ; and how necessary the use of Moderation is . And for His Majesty , he has had Experiencé enough , how that prospers , which is gotten without the concurrent Good Will of his People : Never more Money taken from the Subject ; never more want in the Exchequer . If we look upon what has been paid ; it is more then ever the People of England were wont to pay in such a time : if we look upon what has been effected therewith � it shews , as if never King had been worse supplyed . So that we seem to have endeavoured the filling of a Sieve with Water . Whosoever gave Advice for these courses , has made good the saying of the Wise Man , Qui conturbat Domum suam , possidebit ventum . By new ways they think to accomplish Wonders ; but in truth they grasp the Wind , and are at the same time cruel to us , and to the King too . For if the Commonwealth flourish , then he that hath the Sovereignty can never want nor do amiss : so as he govern not according to the Interest of others ; but go the shortest and the safest Ways to his own and the Common Good.

The Kings of this Nation have always governed by Parliament : And if we look upon the Success of things since Parliaments were laid by , it resembles that of the Grecians , Ex illo ftuere & retrò sublapsa referri Rês Danaum � especially on the Subjects part . For though the King hath gotten little ; they have lost all .

But His Majesty shall hear the Truth from us ; and we shall make appear the Errors of those Divines , who would perswade us , that a Monarch must be Absolute , and that he may do all things ad libitum ; receding not only from their Text ( though that be a wandring too ) but from the way their own Profession might teach them , State super Vias antiquas , and Remove not the ancient Bounds and Land-marks which our Fathers have set . If to be Absolute , were to be restrained by no Laws ; then can no King in Christendom be so ; for they all stand obliged to the Laws Christian. And we ask no more ; for to this Pillar are our Priviledges fixt , our Kings at their Coronation taking a sacred Oath not to infringe them .

I am sorry these Men take no more care to gain our Belief of those things , which they tell us for our Souls Health ; while we know them so manifestly in the wrong , in that which concerns the Liberties and Priviledges of the Subjects of England : But they gain Preferment ; and then 't is no matter , though they neither believe themselves , nor are believed by others . But since they are so ready to let loose the Consciences of their Kings , we are the more carefully to provide for our Protection against this Pulpit-Law , by declaring and reinforcing the Municipal Laws of this Kingdom .

It is worth observing , how new this Opinion is , or rather this way of rising , even among themselves . For Mr. Hooker , who sure was no refractory Man , ( as they term it ) thinks , That the first Government was Arbitrary , till it was found , that to live by one Mans Will , became the Cause of all Mens Misery : ( these are his Words ) concluding , That this was the Original of inventing Laws . And if we look further back , our Histories will tell us , that the Prelates of this Kingdom have often been the Mediators between the King and His Subjects , to present and pray redress of their Grievances : and had reciprocally then as much Love and Reverence from the People .

But these Preachers , more active than their Predecessors , and wiser than the Laws , have found out a better Form of Government . The King must be a more Absolute Monarch , than any of his Predecessors ; and to them he must owe it : though in the mean time , they hazard the Hearts of his People ; and involve him in a Thousand Difficulties . For , suppose , this Form of Government were inconvenient ; and yet this is but a Supposition , for these Five hundred Years it hath not only maintained us in safety , but made us Victorious over other Nations ; but , I say , suppose they have another Idea of one more convenient : we all know how dangerous Innovations are , though to the better , and what hazard those Princes must run , that enterprize the change of a long establisht Government . Now of all our Kings that have gone before , and of all that are to succeed in this happy Race ; Why should so Pious and so Good a King be exposed to this Trouble and Hazard ? Besides , that Kings so diverted can never do any great Matter abroad .

But while these Men have thus bent their Wits against the Laws of their Country ; whether they have neglected their own Province , and what Tares are grown up in the Field which they should have tilled , I leave it to a second Consideration : not but that Religion ought to be the first thing in our Purposes and Desires : but that which is first in Dignity , is not always to precede in order of time . For Well-Being supposes a Being ; and the first Impediment , which Men naturally endeavour to remove , is the want of those things , without which they cannot subsist . God first assigned unto Adam Maintenance of Life , and gave him a Title to the rest of the Creatures , before he appointed a Law to observe . And let me tell you , if our Adversaries have any such design , as there is nothing more easie , than to impose Religion on a People deprived of their Liberties ; so there is nothing more hard than to do the same upon Freemen .

And therefore ( Mr. Speaker ) I conclude with this Motion , that there may be an Order presently made , that the first thing this House will consider of , shall be the restoring this Nation in general to the Fundamental and Vital Liberties ; the Propriety of our Goods , and Freedom of our Persons : and that then we will forthwith consider of the Supply desired .

And thus we shall discharge the Trust reposed in us , by those that sent us hither . His Majesty will see , that we make more than ordinary haste to satisfie his Demands : and we shall let all those know , that seek to hasten the matter of Supply , that they will so far delay it , as they give Interruption to the former .

Mr. WALLER's Speech July 6. 1641. MY LORDS ,

IAm commanded by the House of Commons , to present you with these Articles against Mr. Justice Crawley , which when your Lordships shall have been pleased to hear read , I shall take leave ( according to custom ) to say something of what I have collected from the sense of that House , concerning the Crimes therein contained .

Then the Charge was read , containing his extrajudicial Opinions subscribed , and judgment given for Ship-money ; and afterward , a Declaration in his charge at an Assize , That Ship-money was so Inherent a Right in the Crown , that it would not be in the power of a Parliament to take it away .

My Lords ,

NOT only my Wants , but my Affections ronder me less fit for this Employment : For though it has not been my happiness to have the Law a part of my breeding ; there is no Man honours that Profession more , or has a greater Reverence towards the Grave Judges , the Oracles thereof . Out of Parliament , all our Courts of Justice are governed or directed by them : and when a Parliament is call'd ; if your Lordships were not assisted by them , and the House of Commons by other Gentlemen of that Robe , Experience tells us , it might run a hazard of being stiled Parliamentum indoctorum . But as all Professions are obnoxions to the malice of the Professors , and by them most easily betrayed ; so ( my Lords ) these Articles have told you , how these Brothers of the Coif are become fratres in malo ; how these Sons of the Law have torn out the Bowels of their Mother . But this Judge ( whose charge you last heard ) in one expression of his , excels no less his Fellows than they have done the worst of their Predecessors , in this Conspiracy against the Commonwealth . Of the Judgment for Ship-money , and those extrajudicial Opinions preceding the same ( wherein they are joyntly concern'd ) you have already heard : how unjust and pernicious a proceeding that was in so publick a Cause , has been sufficiently express'd to your Lordships . But this man , adding despair to our misery , tells us from the Bench , that Ship-money was a Right so Inherent in the Crown , that it would not be in the Power of an Act of Parliament to take it away . Herein ( my Lords ) he did not only give as deep a Wound to the Commonwealth , as any of the rest ; but dipt his Dart in such a Poyson , that , so far as in him lay , it might never receive a Cure. As by those abortive Opinions , subscribing to the Subversion of our Propriety , before he heard what could be said for it , he prevented his Own ; So by this Declaration of his , he endeavours to prevent the Judgment of Your Lordships too ; and to confine the Power of a Parliament , the only Place where this Mischief might be redrest . Sure he is more wise and learned , than to believe himself in this Opinion ; or not to know how Ridiculous it will appear to a Parliament , and how Dangerous to himself : And therefore , no doubt , by saying , no Parliament could abolish this Judgment ; his meaning was , That this Judgment had abolish'd Parliaments .

This Imposition of Ship-money , springing from a pretended Necessity ; was it not enough , that it was grown Annual , but he must entail it upon the State for ever ; at once making Necessity inherent to the Crown , and Slavery to the Subject ? Necessity , which dissolving all Law , is so much more prejudicial to His Majesty than to any of us , by how much the Law has invested his Royal State with a greater Power , and ampler Fortune . For so undoubted a Truth , it has ever been , that Kings , as well as Subjects , are involved in the Confusion , which necessity produces ; that the Heathen thought their Gods also obliged by the same ; Pareamus necessitati , quam nec Homines nec Dii superant . This Judge then , having in his Charge at the Assize declared the dissolution of the Law , by this supposed necessity ; with what Conscience could he at the same Assize proceed to condemn and punish Men ; unless perhaps he meant , the Law was still in force , for our Destruction , and not for our Preservation ? That it should have Power to kill , but none to Protect us ? A thing no less horrid , than if the Sun should burn without lighting us ; or the Earth serve only to bury , and not feed and nourish us .

But ( my Lords ) to demonstrate , that this was a supposititious impos'd Necessity , and such as they could remove when they pleased ; at the last Convention in Parliament , a Price was set upon it ; for Twelve Subsidies you shall reverse this Sentence . It may be said , that so much Money would have removed the present Necessity : but here was a Rate set upon future necessity ; for Twelve Subsidies you shall never suffer necessity again , you shall for ever abolish that Judgment . Here this Mystery is revealed , this Vizor of Necessity is pull'd off : And now it appears , That this Parliament of Judges had very frankly and bountifully presented His Majesty with Twelve Subsidies , to be levied on Your Lordships and the Commons . Certainly there is no Priviledge which more properly belongs to a Parliament , than to open the Purse of the Subject : and yet these Judges , who are neither capable of sitting among us in the House of Commons , nor with your Lordships , otherwise than as your Assistants , have not only assum'd to themselves this Priviledge of Parliament , but presum'd at once to make a present to the Crown , of all that either your Lordships , or the Commons of England do , or shall hereafter possess .

And because this Man has had the boldness to put the Power of Parliament in ballance with the opinion of the Judges ; I shall entreat your Lordships to observe by way of comparison , the solemn and safe proceeding of the one , with the precipitate dispatch of the other . In Parliament ( as your Lordships know well ) no new Law can pass , or old be abrogated , till it has been thrice read with your Lordships , thrice in the Commons House , and then it receives the Royal Assent ; so that 't is like Gold seven times purified : Whereas these Judges by this one Resolution of theirs , would perswade his Majesty , that by naming Necessity , he might at once dissolve ( at least suspend ) the great Charter two and thirty times confirm'd by his Royal Progenitors , the Petition of Right , and all other Laws provided for the maintenance of the Right and Propriety of the Subject . A strange force ( my Lords ) in the sound of this word Necessity , that like a Charm it should silence the Laws , while we are dispoyl'd of all we have . For that but a part of our goods was taken , is owing to the Grace and Goodness of the King ; for so much as concerns these Judges , we have no more left than they perhaps may deserve to have , when your Lordships shall have passed Judgment upon them : This for the neglect of their Oaths , and betraying that publick Trust , which for the conservation of our Laws was reposed in them .

Now for the cruelty and unmercifulness of this Judgment ; you may please to remember that in the old Law they were forbid to seeth a Kid in his Mothers Milk ; of which the received interpretation is , that we should not use that to the destruction of any Creature , which was intended for its preservation : Now ( my Lords ) God and Nature has given us the Sea as our best Guard against our Enemies , and our Ships as our greatest Glory above other Nations ; and how barbarously would these Men have let in the Sea upon us , at once to wash away our Liberties , and to overwhelm , if not our Land , all the Propriety we have therein ; making the Supply of our Navy , a pretence for the ruine of our Nation ? For observe , beseech you , the fruit and consequence of this Judgment , how this Money has prospered , how contrary an effect it has had to the end , for which they pretended to take it : On every County a Ship is annually impos'd ; and who would not expect , but our Seas by this time should be covered with the number of our Ships ? Alas ( my Lords ) the daily Complaints of the decay of our Navy tell us how ill Ship-Money has maintained the Sovereignty of the Sea ; and by the many Petitions which we receive from the Wives of those miserable Captives at Algier , ( being between four or five thousand of our Countrymen ) it does too evidently appear that to make us Slaves at home , is not the way to keep us from being made Slaves abroad : so far has this Judgment been from relieving the present , or preventing the future necessity ; that as it changed our Real Propriety into the shadow of a Propriety , so of a feigned it has made a real necessity .

A little before the approach of the Gaules to Rome , while the Romans had yet no apprehension of that danger , there was heard a voice in the Air , lowder than ordinary , The Gaules are come ; which voice after they had sack'd the City , and besieged the Capitol , was held so ominous , that Livie relates it as a Prodigy . This Anticipation of necessity seems to have been no less ominous to us : These Judges , like ill boding Birds , have call'd necessity upon the State , in a time when I dare say they thought themselves in greatest security . But if it seem Superstitious to take this as an Omen ; sure I am , we may look on it as a cause of the unfeigned necessity we now suffer ; for what regret and discontent had this Judgment bred among us ? And as when the Noise and Tumult in a private House grows so loud as to be heard into the Streets , it calls in the next Dwellers either kindly to appease , or to make their own use of the domestick strife ; so in all likelihood our known discontents at home have been a concurrent cause to invite our Neighbours to visit us , so much to the expence and trouble of both these Kingdoms .

And here , My Lords , I cannot but take notice of the most sad effect of this oppression , the ill influence it has had upon the Ancient Reputation and Valour of the English Nation : And no wonder , for if it be true that Oppression makes a wise Man mad ; it may well suspend the Courage of the Valiant . The same happened to the Romans , when for renown in Arms they most excell'd the rest of the World ; the story is but short , 't was in the time of the Decemviri ( and I think the chief troublers of our State may make up that number . ) The Decemviri , My Lords , had subverted the Laws , suspended the Courts of Justice , and ( which was the greatest grievance both to the Nobility and People ) had for some years omitted to assemble the Senate , which was their Parliament : This , says the Historian , did not only deject the Romans , and make them despair of their Liberty , but caused them to be less valued by their Neighbours : The Sabines take the advantage and invade them ; and now the Decemviri are forc'd to call the long-desired Senate ; whereof the People were so glad , that Hostibus belloque gratiam habuerunt : This Assembly breaks up in discontent : nevertheless the War proceeds ; Forces are raised , led by some of the Decemviri , and with the Sabines they meet in the Field : I know your Lordships expect the event : My Authors words of his Countrymen are these , Ne ' quid ductu aut auspicio Decemvirorum prospere gereretur , vinci se patiebantur : They chose rather to suffer a present diminution of their Honour , than by victory to confirm the Tyranny of their new Masters : At their return from this unfortunate expedition , after some distempers and expostulations of the people , another Senate , that is , a second Parliament , is call'd ; and there the Decemviri are questioned , deprived of their Authority , imprisoned , banish'd , and some lose their Lives : and soon after his vindication of their Liberties , the Romans by their better success , made it appear to the World , that Liberty and Courage dwell always in the same Breast , and are never to be divorced . No doubt , my Lords , but your Justice shall have the like effect upon this dispirited people ; 't is not the restitution of our ancient Laws alone , but the restauration of our ancient Courage , which is expected from your Lordships . I need not say any thing to move your just indignation , that this Man should so cheaply give away that which your Noble Ancestors with so much Courage and Industry had so long maintain'd : You have often been told how careful they were , tho' with the hazard of their Lives and Fortunes , to derive those Rights and Liberties as entire to Posterity as they received them from their Fathers : what they did with labour , you may do with ease ; what they did with danger , you may do securely : the foundation of our Laws is not shaken with the Engine of War ; they are only blasted with the Breath of these Men , and by your Breath they may be restored .

What Judgments your Predecessors have given , and what Punishments their Predecessors have suffered for Offences of this nature , your Lordships have already been so well informed , that I shall not trouble you with a repetition of those Precedents : Only ( my Lords ) something I shall take leave to observe of the Person with whose Charge I have presented you , that you may the less doubt of the wilfulness of his Offence .

His Education in the Inns of Court , his constant Practice as a Councellor , and his Experience as a Judge ( considered with the mischief he has done ) makes it appear , that this Progress of his through the Law , has been like that of a diligent Spie through a Country , into which he meant to conduct an Enemy .

To let you see he did not offend for company ; there is one Crime so peculiar to himself , and of such malignity , that it makes him at once uncapable of your Lordships favour , and his own subsistence incompatible with the right and propriety of the Subject : for if you leave him in a capacity of interpreting the Laws ; has he not already declar'd his opinion , That your Votes and Resolutions against Ship-money are void , and that it is not in the power of a Parliament , to abolish that Judgment ? To him , my Lords , that has thus play'd with the power of Parliament , we may well apply what was once said to the Goat browsing on the Vine . Rode , caper , vitem ; tamen hinc cum stabis ad aras In tua quod fundi Cornua possit , erit :

He has cropt and infring'd the Priviledges of a banish'd Parliament ; but now it is returned , he may find it has power enough to make a Sacrifice of him , to the better establishment of our Laws : and in truth what other satisfaction can he make his injur'd Country , than to confirm by his Example those Rights and Liberties which he had ruin'd by his Opinion ?

For the proofs , my Lords , they are so manifest , that they will give you little trouble in the disquisition : his Crimes are already upon Record , the Delinquent and the Witness is the same ; having from several seats of Judicature proclaim'd himself an Enemy to our Laws and Nation , Ex ore suo judicabitur . To which purpose , I am commanded by the Knights , Citizens , and Burgesses of the House of Commons , to desire your Lordships that as speedy a proceeding may be had against Mr. Justice Crawley , as the course of Parliaments will permit .

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