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<HEAD>A SPEECH TO THE Lord General Monck AT SKINNER SHALL <DATE><HI>April</HI> the fourth, 1660.</DATE></HEAD>
<STAGE>A Countryman-Corni&s;h &s;trives to come in, and is Ob&s;tructed by one of the Company.</STAGE>
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<SPEAKER>Corni&s;h-man.</SPEAKER>
<P>CHe tell thee, Che will come in, and zee the gay volk; ch'ave zome loquent Pi&s;tle to &s;peak.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Fidler.</SPEAKER>
<P>Thou a Speech!</P>
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<SPEAKER>Corni&s;h-man.</SPEAKER>
<P>A zimple Trifle, better then your Zongs and Zonnets, Chill zay that, and a vart vort. Iche be&s;eech your Lord&s;hips Pardon; this zame Vellow is zawcy, Iche a tolden zo zundry times.</P>
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<L>And vor Iche know by &s;perience.</L>
<L>Vine volk will a vine things and zen&s;e,</L>
<L>Chill zee what Iche can do&punc;</L>
<L>Chintend to let your Honour know,</L>
<L>Bum Vaith, Iche will no vurther go,</L>
<L>Chill now &s;peak Engli&s;h too.</L>
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<L>MY <HI>Lord,</HI> I have receiv'd Command from tho&s;e</L>
<L>I this day do attend upon, to clo&s;e</L>
<L>Your Stomach with a Welcome.
<NOTE PLACE="marg">Ed. 3. R. 1. H. 4. H 5. H. 6. Ed. 4 &amp;c. made free of the Com|pany.</NOTE> 'Thas been long</L>
<L>Since that this Hall was grac'd with &s;uch a throng</L>
<L>Kings, heretofore, have not di&s;dain'd to be</L>
<L>Made Free of this Ancient Fraternity:</L>
<L>'Tell that this mo&s;t Unhappy Nation did</L>
<L>Break forth into a Flame, from Fire long hid,</L>
<L>Kindl'd by th' Sulpherous breath of furious <HI>Johns,</HI></L>
<L>And Subjects became de&s;p'rate <HI>Phaetons:</HI></L>
<L>Who&s;e dire Prodigious Rage, like <HI>Pelops</HI> brood,</L>
<L>Thir&s;ted and hunted after Royal blood.</L>
<L>The Peoples Faith abus'd, who onely lent</L>
<L>Their Aid to j<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">yn the King and Parliament:</L>
<L>In &s;tead of which, the Mi&s;creants &s;ubtilty</L>
<L>Laid violent hands on Sacred Maje&s;ty,
<NOTE PLACE="marg">I<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ea<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">y at the I&s;le of Wight</NOTE></L>
<L>Ev'n when it came to the* Concluding point,</L>
<L>They did our Hope and Happine&s;s disjoynt.</L>
<L>"We finde our Fundamentals then begin</L>
<L>"To &s;tagger, when King-killing's thought no Sin,</L>
<L>Nor was their Mon&s;trous Malice &s;atisfy'd</L>
<L>When as the Peoples Martyr, Great <HI>Charles,</HI> dy'd;</L>
<L>From whence (unto their horror) this Truth &s;prings,</L>
<L>"<HI>The wor&s;t of</HI> Subjects <HI>kill'd the be&s;t of</HI> Kings.</L>
<L>Thus were we drawn near to de&s;truction</L>
<L>By that White Devil, feign'd Devotion;</L>
<L>That Loyalty was held Malignity,</L>
<L>And pure Religion counted Here&s;ie;</L>
<L>And <HI>Parliaments,</HI> we did &s;o highly prize,</L>
<L>Made but the &s;ubject for their Mockeries.</L>
<L>So that this forlorn haple&s;s Continent,</L>
<L>Hath been the Sepulchre of Government:</L>
<L>Since <HI>Charles</HI> he &s;uffer'd, no man dur&s;t complain,</L>
<L>But held it mercy that he might be &s;lain.</L>
<L>It was a riddance from that Slavery</L>
<L>Attended on a Tyrants Cruelty;</L>
<L>Who&s;e U&s;urpations left us with the Wind,</L>
<L>Though (like the Snail) h'as left a &s;lime behind.</L>
<L>Kings were held <HI>Nur&s;ing Fathers:</HI> Great Sir, then</L>
<L>Grant us to &s;ee tho&s;e Ble&s;&s;ings once agen.</L>
<L>Next unto God, the Power is in your hand,</L>
<L>To make this Fertile, or a Barren Land.</L>
<L>The old <HI>Arcadians,</HI> that did mourn all Night</L>
<L>At the Suns-&s;etting, and di&s;pair'd of Light,</L>
<L>Were next day comforted, when in his Sphere</L>
<L>He on his &s;plendid Chariot did appear:</L>
<L>So Our great Lo&s;s admits of a Repair,</L>
<L>In the &s;ucceeding hopes of <HI>Charles</HI> his Heir;</L>
<L><HI>That</HI> all men cry, and all Cries meet in one,</L>
<L><HI>For th'Pious Father's God-like Patient Son.</HI></L>
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<BYLINE>Spoken by Mr. <HI>W. Bard.</HI></BYLINE>
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<P>London, Printed for John Towers 1660.</P>
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