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<NAME>Colm MacCrossan</NAME>
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<P>A CONFERENCE Betweene THE TWO GREAT MONARCHS OF France and Spain, Concerning the&s;e our pre&s;ent proceedings in <HI>England.</HI> Wherein is di&s;cour&s;ed of the being of our Runawayes under their Dominions, with a con&s;ideration of their dangers pa&s;t, in the wars betwixt England and them.</P>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>portraits of Louis XIII king of France and Philip IV king of Spain</FIGDESC>
<P><HI>K. of Spaine. </HI></P>
<P><HI>K. of France.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>A <HI>Conference betweene the two great</HI> Monarcks FRANCE and SPAINE.</HEAD>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>France.</SPEAKER>
<P>HOw now brother of Spaine? how run the Cheating dice of this uncon&s;tant world?</P>
</SP>
<SP>
<SPEAKER>Spaine.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sometimes fives, &s;ometimes &s;evens, &s;ometimes nines, all upon odde numbers; but if you will but give me the hearing of it, I will tell you &s;uch a &s;acke full of newes from England that will make you laugh, hold buttons hold.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Prethee be briefe, I long to heare the news.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then thus; There is a thing held there at this time which is call'd a Parliament, in which as it &s;eems they u&s;e to chide offenders: now there was &s;ome which favour'd our religion &s;omewhat more then others, and faith for feare of chiding they are runne for't, and lie now &s;ome under the Court of thy wings, and &s;ome under mine; and on the o|ther &s;ide, (for they are) a many of them in the ex|treames<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> &s;ome are &s;o puft up with pride that ho|ne&s;ty hath got the upper hand, the Coblers and Weavers, Sowgelders and Tinkers, Chimney-&s;weepers and Butchers, doe not &s;ticke to &s;ay but
<PB REF="3">that the &s;pirit moves them to preach; nay they doe, doe it as jealou&s;ly as our ancient &s;ex hath done at Am&s;terdam over a hotchpotch.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith this news makes me &s;mile indeed; but prethee tel me, ha&s;t thou not &s;ome armado intended again&s;t that little Iland, that Temple of delight, that Paradi&s;e in compari&s;on of all the world again? hath the Je&s;uits no braines left to invent a &s;econd powder-plot, or one as bad or el&s;e wor&s;e? doth the Dragon alwaies wake that keepes the&s;e golden apples the tree of Minerva?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Yes they have braines enough, and courage enough in &s;etting &s;uch plots a foote, but a pox on't it takes no effect, for one had as good &s;hoot arrowes at the &s;tars and have a crackt coxcombe for ones labour, as any waies medle with them, for God doth overlooke them and keepe them &s;afe, el&s;e could they never have &s;capt all tho&s;e plots which I and mine had laid for them.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why &s;ure they are as wicked as any Nation under the Sunne, how then &s;hould God be &s;aid to protect them?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>For the love he beares to &s;ome, for there are very hone&s;t meaning men among&s;t them, which doe make a con&s;cience of their waies, which thing is mo&s;t acceptable of any thing in the &s;ight of God.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>But in faith now were the time whil&s;t the Scots are intrenched and their &s;ubjects di&s;tracted, &s;ome on this &s;ide, &s;ome on that &s;ide, to come with &s;ome armado, or forward &s;ome gunpowder plot,
<PB REF="3">or &s;ome &s;uch grand trea&s;on. Oh the fruition of that &s;ame little &s;weet garden plot would make <HI>France</HI> and <HI>Spaine</HI> flouri&s;h.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Harke a while, and you will &s;oone grant how ridiculous this childi&s;h folly of yours is; a wi&s;e man will never attempt impo&s;&s;ibilities, for certainly it is as ea&s;ie for any &s;ingle arme to equall a whole troope of men, as for you or I to effect our wi&s;hes in this thing: for certainly they have borrowed from Jupiter the heathen God, Argus with his hundred eies to overlooke all our actions.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Tu&s;h, tu&s;h, thou art ju&s;t like a coward, who if he be once beaten will hardly come on to the combate againe; becau&s;e your invincible armado (as you tearmed it) was bumba&s;ted by the &s;ubjects a maiden Queene, therefore it is impo&s;&s;ible for us to doe any good upon the &s;ame land; come thou talk&s;t idly for want of &s;leepe.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why brother of <HI>France,</HI> did you never feele the force of England, looke you but backe to the blacke Prince where you &s;hall finde that the then predece&s;&s;or &s;ent him a tunne of tennis balls in&s;teed of his right he held by the Salique Law, but hee turned his balls into gun&s;tones, and kept &s;uch a racket about <HI>France</HI> that hee made the whole Court of Gallia &s;hake.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>I doe not deny but that we have both &s;mar|ted enough, and that is the rea&s;on I am &s;o willing to take an advantage again&s;t it.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>I tell thee what brother, I can compare England more commodiou&s;ly to nothing then to a Lion which lay &s;leeping by the way &s;ide, a
<PB REF="4">travellor comming by, would needs make &s;port with the Lyon, as he &s;aid, by hollowing in his eare to awake him, which he did; the Lyon being not u&s;ed to &s;uch unaccu&s;tomed noi&s;e, ro&s;e, nor quite awakt, and rore this travellor in peeces. Ju&s;t thus it fareth with us at this time, for England is a&s;leep, and unle&s;&s;e it be awaked, we need not to feare any thing, but if we compell it to draw its &s;word once, tis not all our intreaties will &s;heath it againe.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well, thou ha&s;t given me &s;uch an Item that I will looke before Ile leape, Ile &s;urely have &s;ome great occa&s;ion before I will meddle with them.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith we have bu&s;ine&s;&s;e enough of our owne if we would but looke after it.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>True, yet I thanke God I am at peace with the whole world.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>I would that I could &s;ay &s;o too, for I prote&s;t ingeniou&s;ly I can &s;carce tell which way to turn my &s;elfe, for on one &s;ide of me the great Turke lies like &s;ome un&s;eene mon&s;ter, devouring all which &s;hall come before him; on the other &s;ide the Hol|lander is as a Divell to me, for I cannot have a &s;hip on the &s;eas, but if e&s;pyed by him he is &s;ure to &s;inke for it. And againe, I looke every day when the Portugalls will fa&s;ten on me, and above all things I feare them becau&s;e they have beene for men in England.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, I prethee whither wilt thou flye in this di&s;tre&s;&s;e?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know not whither, unle&s;&s;e I &s;hall doe as the foole &s;aid he would, put on a cleane &s;hirt and drowne my &s;elfe.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Then what will become of thy &s;oule?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sheh, Ile have a pardon from the Pope before I do it.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>That was well thought on indeed, but hearke I prethee, what do&s;t thou thinke of the Pope his imperious government? do&s;t thou thinke it to be lawfull according to the he&s;ts of God?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Faith I cannot tell, but I had a little pitty and com|punction ro&s;e the other day in my &s;tomacke towards the Prote&s;tants, but they were pre&s;ently downe againe, I hope it is the right way.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>I hope &s;o too, for if we be not, I prote&s;t wee are in the wrong way, and a wrong will leads us to a wrong place &amp; that wrong place wil not yeeld us halfe the delight we expect, wherefore it behoves us to take heed what we doe, and for all the poxe look to our &s;elves.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>As you thinke, &s;o thinke I; for certainely we are gui|ded by &s;ome wandring Planet, for &s;uch &s;uddaine changes in &s;uch great per&s;onages as I have &s;eene many &s;tand for example to confirme their a&s;&s;ertion to bee true. But hath, mee thinkes I could even love the Engli&s;h Hereticall Reli|gion, what mu&s;icke hath transformed me from my &s;elfe? where is now the pride of our ancient Religion that it is thus turned top&s;ie turvy? what have we lo&s;t out bo&s;ted free|dome? what unknowne de&s;ires are the&s;e which invade and take po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ion of my frighted &s;oule? Are all tho&s;e vertuous objects which I heretofore perceived in our Ro|man Religion vani&s;h? Have I &s;tood the Shocks of &s;o many fierce warres for Religion &s;ake, &s;topt mine eare again&s;t all Syre<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">nnotes that Here&s;ie ever &s;ung? to draw my barke of faith (that with wonder hath kept a con&s;tant and honoured cour&s;e in this channell of my Religion) to be carried into the gulfe of a continuall Here&s;ie: But now me thinkes I
<PB REF="5">feele my &s;oule returne againe, and an&s;wer: I will fir&s;t with mine owne hands digge up a grave to bury the momentall heape of all my yeares before Ile change my plighted faith unto the Church of Rome.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well &s;aid at la&s;t, in troth I was afraid that the bea&s;t of Rome had beene &s;ome kin to a Stagge, and had u&s;ed to &s;hed her hornes; but thanke God tis no wor&s;e.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>If I've offended at the wor&s;t, to dye is a full period to calamity.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>But is there nothing to be felt after death? do&s;t thou thinke that thou thus &s;ing'&s;t a <HI>requiem</HI> to thy &s;oule before thou dye&s;t, I prithee con&s;ider, and tell mee what thou think&s;t out?</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>Why, I have heard that there is a place called the Eli&s;ian fields, where tho&s;e that have done well &s;hall re&s;t in peace. I've heard againe, that our Engli&s;h Hereticks hold that there is only a heaven &amp; a hell: tho&s;e that doe well &s;hall enjoy the joyes of heaven, and tho&s;e that doe ill &s;hall feele the torments of hell: but our Pope makes us believe that there is a Purgatory, but faith I cannot tell what to thinke of it.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>F.</SPEAKER>
<P>Well; farewell brother, I prote&s;t I per&s;wade my &s;elfe that the world is almo&s;t at its end, for I heare it is buzz'd abroad in England that the Monuments of the Kingdome &s;hall all be puld downe, and Cro&s;&s;es, of whom I have heard that Abington, and Cheap&s;ide Cro&s;&s;es excell all: al&s;o there mu&s;t bee no Organs to the utter undoing of all &s;inging men. But brother farewell, the newes you heare I pray informe me of.</P>
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<SP>
<SPEAKER>S.</SPEAKER>
<P>I will; farewell, farewell.</P>
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