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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<P>HONI SOIT QVI MAL Y PENCE</P>
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<FIGDESC>flower surmounted by a crown</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>thistle surmounted by a crown</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>fleur-de-lys surmounted by a crown</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>harp surmounted by a crown</FIGDESC>
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<HEAD>The Character of a True Subiect, OR The Loyall Fidelity of the thrice honourable Lord, the Lord Marque&s;&s;e <HI>Huntley,</HI> expre&s;|&s;ed in this his &s;peech in the time of his impri&s;onment, by the Covenanters of <HI>Scotland, Anno</HI> 1640. Together with the fruitle&s;&s;e hopes of rebellious in&s;urrections, and warres taken in hand, again&s;t God his Lawes, and their Princes Prudent Government.</HEAD>
<P>_I Stand before you a pri&s;oner, accu&s;ed of <HI>Loyalty;</HI> For who can charge me of any other crime? you &s;eeme to doe me &s;ome great favour, when you leave it to my free election, whether I will be &s;o or not: is any &s;o in love with fetters, but that he would change them for freedome, (were the conditions equall)? true it is, Liberty is offered: but like Merchants you value it at &s;uch a rate, that my fidelity, honour, and all that is deare to a noble mind, mu&s;t be the price to purcha&s;e it. If <HI>I</HI> refu&s;e what you propound, rack, torture, lo&s;&s;e of goods, lands, and perhaps life it &s;elfe: (a hard choyce) it is in my power to bee a free man: but how? if <HI>I</HI> will be a &s;lave, enter into covenant, and take an oath which in it &s;elfe is plaine periurie: as if trea&s;on were nothing, unle&s;&s;e <HI>I</HI> made it Sacramentall. <HI>I</HI> have already given my Faith unto my Prince, upon who&s;e head this Crowne is by law of Nature and Nations ju&s;tly fallen. Shall <HI>I</HI> fal&s;ifie that Faith, and joyne my wicked hands with yours to put it off againe? (Heaven forbid): what but Religion, Liberty and Glorious Shewes are pretended? dare not all Rebels cloake their purpo&s;es with &s;uch goodly titles? They are much deceived who thinke that religion, and rebellion can be companions; or that God will favour their attempts, that &s;trike at him&s;elfe through the princes &s;ides. In that very word King, there is &s;uch a Deity enclo&s;ed, that who wounds them, wounds the divine Na|ture. Why doe you then &s;o ra&s;hly draw the &s;word under &s;o holie a vaile? was religion ever built on bloud? did the primi|tive Chri&s;tians ever propagate the Go&s;pell with other then their owne blood? which they at all times &s;hed, not onely to God; but to their owne princes although pagans, but never again&s;t them. As the Devill was the fir&s;t Rebell, &s;o <HI>Iudas</HI> was the onely traitor among the Apo&s;tles: and &s;hall wee ranke our &s;elves with tho&s;e hated examples of di&s;loyaltie and trea|cherie? But were our ca&s;e good, and we able to contend with the forces of <HI>England:</HI> when have we fought with them, but we have beene beaten? even then, when their dominions and &s;trength were le&s;&s;e, by all that <HI>Ireland</HI> and <HI>Wales</HI> have added to their power: and then, when they did labour, both with forraigne, and their owne civill di&s;tractions, their title no better then the &s;word: yet we found it a hard taske to keepe our Kings in their &s;eates, who&s;e royall off-&s;pring wee doe endeavour to tumble out. We have no <HI>France</HI> to flee unto for &s;uccour, our ancient league is worne out, theirs wholly Simented, by &s;trong tie of marriage. To depend upon any other forraigne a&s;&s;i&s;tances, were to build Ca&s;tles in the ayre. And be&s;ides that, Traitors are di&s;ta&s;tefull to all Kings: our per&s;ons cau&s;e, is not more odious then our religion. It is ea&s;ie to begin, but let us &s;ee what will be the event of &s;uch ill grounded warre. I fore&s;see with horror the mi&s;eries that attend it: as firing of hou&s;es, wa&s;ting of goods, famine, ruine of townes and citties, and the unju&s;t libertie u&s;urped, lo&s;t in an in&s;tant and for ever; Wife, Children and Bloud, man by nature holds mo&s;t deare; if we pittie not our &s;elves, yet let us not forget them wee hold mo&s;t deare: Kings have &s;trong hands to put a bit in the mo&s;t &s;tubborne; if you cannot reli&s;h gentle &s;ubjection, how will you dige&s;t &s;lavery? Put not backe therefore this ble&s;&s;ed arme that &s;tretcheth out to receive us; when all is wilderne&s;&s;e, we &s;hall then begge what now we refu&s;e.</P>
<P>For my part, I am in your powers, and know not how this free &s;peech of a pri&s;oner will be taken. How&s;oever you di&s;po&s;e of me, I will never di&s;taine my Ance&s;tors, nor leave that foule title of Traitor, as an inheritance to my po&s;terity: you may when you plea&s;e take my head from my &s;houlders; but not my heart from my Soveraigne.</P>
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<P><HI>London</HI> Printed by <HI>E. G.</HI> and are to be &s;old at the Hor&s;e-&s;hooe in Smithfield, 1640.</P>
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