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<HEAD>THE Lady GRAY VINDICATED: Being an An&s;wer to a Popi&s;h Pamphlet, ENTITULED A True Relation, of a &s;trange Apparition that appeared to the Lady <HI>GRAY,</HI> commanding her to deliver a Me&s;&s;age to his Grace the Duke of <HI>MONMOUTH.</HI></HEAD>
<P>WOnder not that I call it a Popi&s;h Pamphlet, &s;ince it's &s;uch a &s;weet &s;melling Sacrifice in the No|&s;trils of every Roman Catho|lick, and &s;o very acceptable to all Ab|horrors. A Man would think that <HI>Caryl,</HI> or <HI>L'E&s;trange,</HI> or <HI>Duffy</HI>'s Finger was in this Pye, be who he will that wrote it, the be&s;t Encomium he merits is
<Q>Mon&s;trum horrendum, informe.</Q> In his lying Pamphlet, he writes, I &s;hall give you a true and perfect Relation, ac|cording to her own Depo&s;ition before Ju&s;tice <HI>Ware,</HI> Sir <HI>W. Waller,</HI> Mr. <HI>Baxter,</HI> and Mr. <HI>Carlton,</HI> who he &s;ays &s;tampt with his wooden Leg, and &s;wore Damn him he believed it: Know that this true Re|lation is nothing but an ab&s;olute Fiction, compos'd I fancy by the &s;ame Hand that writ old <HI>Stafford</HI>'s Speech Satan's Kingdom is like to be de&s;troyed, the Whore of <HI>Ba|bylon</HI> is ready to turn up her Heels, and quit the Prote&s;tant Borders; and now wonder not, if <HI>Belzebub</HI> be more than ordinary indu&s;trious to &s;end his Tru&s;tees to &s;ecure his Intere&s;t, if either wicked Wit or Diabolical Art can draw off your Affections from the Duke of <HI>Monmouth,</HI> the Earls of <HI>Shaftsbury, E&s;&s;ex, &amp;c.</HI> what the Pre&s;s blu&s;hes to &s;ee by day, &s;hall be printed by the Devil at Night, &s;o eager is he to indulge the Roman Crew.</P>
<P>He tells you on the 29th of <HI>January,</HI> the Lady being alone in her Clo&s;et, &s;he heard this Apparition call her, <HI>Sweet Heart,</HI> which &s;oon appeared to her in the &s;hape of a bright Star, and blew Garter, and &s;aid, <HI>that the</HI> 15th <HI>day of</HI> May <HI>is ap|pointed for the Royal Blood to be poy&s;oned, but be not afraid,</HI> &s;aid it, <HI>for I am &s;ent to tell thee that</HI> James <HI>Duke of</HI> Monmouth, <HI>hath none of it in him.</HI></P>
<P>By this you may gue&s;s of what Religi|on the Gho&s;t had been, and if you give way to the Truth of the Apparition (which no hone&s;t Man dare do, nor none but Knaves and Papi&s;ts will do) you may ea&s;ily gue&s;s that it was <HI>Stafford</HI>'s Gho&s;t. But the Gho&s;t was more impudent than the Devil, to &s;ay his Grace had not a drop of Royal Blood in him. Say he was not a Son lawfully begotten, yet you dare not &s;ay without blu&s;hing, that he had not a Royal Father; and &s;urely that Royal Father, kept not all his Royal Blood to him&s;elf, when he begot him. But what dare you not &s;ay, nay what will you not &s;wear? you that will <HI>Ridicule</HI> the Plot, and &s;wear the five Je&s;uits died Martyrs, will by the Dictates of the &s;ame Religion &s;wear, that <HI>James</HI> Duke of <HI>York,</HI> has more right to the Crown, than King <HI>Charles</HI> the Second, and that the Pope has more right to it than them both.</P>
<P>That which this Man (or rather this Devil) drives at in his feigned Appa|rition,
<PB REF="2">is, to le&s;&s;en the Honour of the Duke of <HI>Monmouth,</HI> and ecclip&s;e the Mode&s;ty of a vertuous Lady; but alas! &s;uch villanous Practices as the&s;e make them ten times more glorious than they are. God makes the &s;ame u&s;e of &s;uch Devils as this is, as Jewellers do of black Foyles, to make their Diamonds look with a better Lu&s;tre. The Moon lends never the wor&s;e Light, for the Dogs barking at it. It will not be in your Power to abate the Lu&s;tre of that bright Star you mention, till you have ruined One brighter than He. God pre&s;erve the King, and the Prote&s;tant Religion, and that Star ere long, I hope, will appear more glorious than ever: and then, <HI>Sweet-Heart,</HI> you may be glad of a Clo&s;et to hide your &s;elf in.</P>
<P>As to the Maid of <HI>Hatfield,</HI> if thou knowe&s;t her to be no Maid, thou know|e&s;t more (it may be) than &s;he her &s;elf; and I &s;hall &s;ay as little to her Apparition: It may be a Mi&s;take in her, and it may not; I know there are fal&s;e Spirits, as well as fal&s;e Prophets, but none more fal&s;e than thine.</P>
<P>In thy &s;econd Paragraph, the Spirit &s;eems to ask the Lady the&s;e following Que&s;tions: <HI>If &s;he remembred what it &s;aid before?</HI> She &s;aid, <HI>Yes: Do you believe it?</HI> and &s;he &s;aid, <HI>Yes: Have you told it?</HI> and &s;he &s;aid, <HI>No:</HI> Then &s;aid the peevi&s;h Spirit, <HI>Tell it the D. of</HI> M. <HI>from me, and bid him not go to</HI> Wapping. As to the Lady's An&s;wers to the feigned Spirit's Que&s;tions, I dare be bold to an&s;wer thee, that &s;he has a due E&s;teem for the D. of <HI>M.</HI> and &s;o have the mo&s;t part of the hone&s;t Lords, and the vertuous Ladies in the Kingdom. And tho Knaves and Fools labour to be&s;patter him, yet know, that his Star never &s;hined half &s;o bright yet, as I believe his Honour and Reputation will &s;hine hereafter. As to this <HI>Wapping</HI>-Bu&s;ine&s;s, let the Tarpawlins there give thee an An&s;wer, when thou dare&s;t write, <HI>Scriptum per me,</HI> at the tail on't.</P>
<P>In the third, the Popi&s;h Apparition bids the Lady tell <HI>James</HI> D. of <HI>M.</HI> &mdash; but is pre&s;ently interrupted by her, it &s;eems, with a, <HI>Don't you &s;ee him? Tell him your &s;elf, we are all alone.</HI> A &s;ign thy Spirit, as thy Judgment, is blind: If the Spirit had eyes to &s;ee the way thither, methinks it &s;hould not have wanted them, to have &s;een a white Star on a black Suit. But this may pa&s;s with a Papi&s;t, who knows Infallibility belongs to their Family.</P>
<P><HI>February</HI> the 2d, it &s;eems it was heard again, and talked invi&s;ibly to her, and prated as incoherently to her, as thou do&s;t to Sence and Rea&s;on, viz. <HI>Bid</HI> James <HI>D. of</HI> M. <HI>go to the Tower, and venture the Lion, old</HI> Charles <HI>won't hurt him.</HI>&mdash; No, I hope old <HI>Charles</HI> hath more Wit than to hurt him, and I believe young <HI>Charles</HI> has more Grace. Then it bade tell him, <HI>That he has di&s;covered the Weakne&s;s of his Party, in petitioning but with Fifteen after him.</HI> Tho but fifteen went, know, <HI>Gaffer Lack-Wit,</HI> that there will not be wanting fifteen times fifteen thou&s;and, to petition the King for the Subjects Right, when an occa&s;ion re|quires it. This is a true, but a dreadful Story to &s;uch Popi&s;h Villains as thou &s;eeme&s;t to be. Then &s;aid thy invi&s;ible Spirit, <HI>Bid all the Lords you know, have a care of Petitioning, unle&s;s they are di&s;ob|liged. &mdash; Tell my Lord</HI> Stamford, <HI>his Wife keeps her Bed. &mdash; Bid</HI> Shaft&s;bury <HI>have a care of his Spiggot; for if he is tapp'd, all the Plot will run out:</HI> But did it not &s;ay, If he is &s;tabb'd, that Dag|ger, or that Cork will keep it in. I dare &s;ay, &s;uch Spirits do not de&s;ire to have Plots broach'd; for they wander abroad in half Sheets of Paper, like that of the Lady <HI>Gray,</HI> and Madam <HI>Fan&s;haw</HI>'s Gho&s;t; and nothing can curb them, or lay them, like a Good Parliament.</P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed in the Year, 1681.</P>
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