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<HEAD>THE French Kings SPEECH TO THE <HI>Queen of England,</HI> At her Arrival in <HI>Paris:</HI> And the <HI>Queens</HI> An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Faithfully Tran&s;lated out of <HI>French</HI> by a Per&s;on of Quality.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>MADAM,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THe Honour that Our Self, and Our Kingdom receives from the pre&s;ence of &s;o Illu&s;trious a Per&s;onage within the Court of <HI>France,</HI> would rai&s;e in Us the mo&s;t Extraordinary Tran&s;ports, were not the Ble&s;&s;ing in a great Mea&s;ure le&s;&s;ened by Our afflicting &s;en&s;e of the unhappy Providence that gives it Us. However, though tho&s;e peculiar Smiles of Heaven that are not alwaies plea&s;ed to &s;hine Brighte&s;t and kindlye&s;t on the mo&s;t exalted Merit, are in &s;o high a de|gree with-drawn at pre&s;ent from the more &s;trenuous Protection, and nearer Care of tho&s;e Soveraign Graces and Heavenly Perfections, that Perfections, that &s;o &s;ignally adorne Your Maje&s;ty; and the popular Reflections on Your Maje&s;ties Misfortune, may with the prejudiced and unthinking (who only weigh Vertue by its Felicity, and De&s;ert by its Succe&s;s) po&s;&s;ibly encourage &s;ome poor and ignoble Sugge&s;tions, and thereby le&s;&s;en their ju&s;t and due Veneration and Adoration of &s;uch tran&s;cendent Qua|lifications. Let it &s;uffice, Illu&s;trious <HI>Madam,</HI> That the Deity &s;hines through the Cloud, and in the Eyes of the Good and Great, Your Maje&s;ty rather borrows Lu&s;ter from that Foyle Your unju&s;t Fortune has lent You. However, Our Reflections on the Barbarous, Rebelli|ous,
<PB N="2" REF="3" MS="y">and Infidel <HI>England</HI> cannot terminate in any le&s;s Sentiments than tho&s;e of <HI>A&s;toni&s;hment</HI> and <HI>Horrour.</HI> We look upon Your Divine Self, and that Young Prince, like a &s;econd <HI>Creu&s;a,</HI> and her Young Darling <HI>Julus,</HI> e&s;caped from the Conflagration of <HI>Troy;</HI> and from flaming Rebellion, Here&s;ie, Trea&s;on, Ingratitude, that native <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> ne&s;t of <HI>Scorpions,</HI> I dare boldly give Your Maje&s;ty Well-come, into a Ho&s;pi|table Coa&s;t of Safety and Honour; whil&s;t Our Glory of &s;erving You with all the highe&s;t Zeal and Fidelity, &s;hall be ever recorded the No|ble&s;t and mo&s;t Indefatigable Ambition of our Life.</P>
<P>His Sacred Maje&s;ty of great <HI>Britain,</HI> who&s;e intere&s;t has ever been In&s;eperable with Our Own, could not repo&s;e all that is deare&s;t and neare&s;t to Him under a more Tutelary Roof then Our Own. The Hands, Hearts, and Lives of all <HI>France</HI> are your Wall of Bra&s;s; and We only pride Our Self in avowing our Sword and all the Arms of <HI>France</HI> the &s;elect In&s;truments of God to &s;courge the Infidelity and Arro|gance of that Audatious Heretick Nation. It is enough, that their too Bold and Impudent Inquiries into the Actions, Policies, and Conduct of Crown'd Heads; and their more Impudent Sawcy prying into the Veins of this <HI>Royal Infant,</HI> Speculations &s;o far elevated above the in&s;o|lent Scrutiny of Homagers, Subjects, and Va&s;&s;als, call down all that ju&s;t Vengeance that the mo&s;t dreadful Vials of the Almighty Wrath, either by the more immediate Bolts of Heaven, or the Arm of Man can pour upon them.</P>
<P>As the&s;e Con&s;iderations were of them&s;elves alone &s;ufficient to awaken all the Imperial Swords, Axes, and Fa&s;ces of Chri&s;tendom; nay, even Poy&s;ons and Poynjards too to Your Revenge. Be&s;ides, the Duty of a true Son of the Church, that common and more Univer&s;al Tye, Our Self lye under a more particular Obligation; the uninfringible Bonds of that mo&s;t Holy League &s;olemnly Signed, Sealed, and mutu|ally Sworn to, between Our Brother of Great <HI>Britain,</HI> and our Roy|al Self. I can only add, <HI>Dear Si&s;ter,</HI> That your Self, and equally dear Cau&s;e are lodged in the hand of your Avenger, and that <HI>Royal Infant</HI> is our Adoption: And as the Extirpation of the <HI>Northern</HI> Here&s;ie has been Our Own, and Our Royal Brothers mo&s;t &s;acred Engagement, and his pre&s;ent Wrongs and Indignities have opened a fairer Gate for the ble&s;&s;ed Work, under the Covert and Umbrage of righting his In|juries. Doubt, <HI>Royal Madam,</HI> neither the Alacrity nor Swiftne&s;s of our Revenge; to the Execution of which we &s;hall fly &s;o winged and &s;o plea&s;ed, as if Commi&s;&s;ion'd by the peculiar Mandate of a God, and with the Arm of a de&s;troying Angel.</P>
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<HEAD>The QUEENS An&s;wer.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>SIR,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>THe Sanctuary that Your Maje&s;ties inviolable Friend&s;hip (I was &s;o well a&s;&s;ured) had &s;et open to the Protection and &s;helter of Greatne&s;s in Di&s;tre&s;s, was enough to invite the &s;tragling Shipwracks of a <HI>Royal Family,</HI> to put in to this Favourable Harbour with that ab&s;olute Re&s;ignation and Tru&s;t, that all Your Ma|je&s;ties too generous Expre&s;&s;ions of Succour and Defence, are meerly a work of Supererrogation. Our Confidence in Your unparallel'd Good|ne&s;s, e&s;pecially, to any thing tho meanlier related to the Crown'd Head of <HI>England,</HI> was both Pa&s;port and Ho&s;tage &s;ufficient for our Se|curity under the protection of the Great <HI>Lewis</HI> of <HI>France;</HI> and &s;ince this fatal Storm has &s;o cruelly and deplorably &s;haken the Throne of three Kingdoms, with the &s;ame A&s;&s;urance is my unhappy <HI>Lord</HI> and <HI>King</HI> following for a &s;helter under the &s;ame Guardian Goodne&s;s. Won|der not, <HI>Great Sir,</HI> that He Dares &s;o intirely confide not only Ours, but his own more &s;acred Royal Per&s;on in tho&s;e Hands where before He had long &s;o ab&s;olutely re&s;olved and engaged to tru&s;t his CROWN. But, Oh! What a &s;ullen and dark Mi&s;t is now ari&s;ing to &s;ully the brightne&s;s of the once &s;hineing Diadem of <HI>England?</HI> My <HI>Deare&s;t Lord,</HI> a Prince &s;o Excellent, &s;o God-like good, that I may truly &s;ay, his great|e&s;t, if not only Sin, was his keeping a little too much <HI>Faith</HI> with <HI>He|reticks;</HI> forgetting, alas, <HI>His Apo&s;tolical Duty, His Sacramental Bonds,</HI> and more particularly, <HI>His Vows</HI> and <HI>Oaths</HI> to Your mo&s;t Chri&s;tian Maje&s;ty. However, to what Re&s;olves, to what &s;ublime Atcheivements did Your Maje&s;ties Pious Councils, his Holy Confe&s;&s;ors Tears, and my own endearing Prayers and Care&s;&s;es at la&s;t tran&s;port Him. But whether, Oh! whether, are we faln; what Blocks, what Bars, what Ruins, and what Precipices have &s;topt our Heavenly Progre&s;s?</P>
<P>But tho the prevailing evil <HI>Genius</HI> of <HI>England,</HI> has at lea&s;t at pre&s;ent, broken and def<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">ated tho&s;e Divine Mea&s;ures and &s;acred De&s;igns, &s;o glo|riou&s;ly formed by my Dear <HI>James,</HI> and your truly mo&s;t Chri&s;tian Ma|e&s;ty, for the Reduction of the long revolted Heretical <HI>Britain,</HI> to her primitive Chri&s;tianity and true Apo&s;tolical Obedience; neverthele&s;s whatever ill &s;ucce&s;s our failing endeavours may have hitherto met in that pious Enterprize. We &s;hall however carry this comfort through
<PB N="4" REF="4">Exile, nay, to Death it &s;elf, that our Conduct like true Defenders of the Faith, in but poor 4 years Reign has retrived the lo&s;t <HI>Ireland,</HI> and of 3 Apo&s;tate Kingdoms, once &s;o near their Conver&s;ion, re&s;tored <HI>one</HI> at lea&s;t to Holy Mother Church, by wre&s;ting the Soveraign Ad|mini&s;tration, Dominion, and all the <HI>Regalia</HI> of that Kingdom from the hands of Thieves and Robbers; and re-inve&s;ting our Tru&s;ty and well beloved <HI>Tyrconnel,</HI> and the re&s;t of tho&s;e true Sons of the Church once more in their old Hereditary <HI>Naboth</HI> Vinyard; tho&s;e dutiful and un|&s;haken Champions of Truth, who&s;e ever faithful Swords under the Bannors of the mo&s;t Ble&s;&s;ed Queen of <HI>Heavn</HI> and her Son <HI>Je&s;us,</HI> and in due Allegeance to our Holy Lord God the Pope, &s;hall repair tho&s;e yawning and gaping Breaches, Wa&s;tes and Ruins made by that U&s;urper and Tyrant <HI>Be&s;s,</HI> 8th. <HI>Harrys</HI> accur&s;ed Heretical Ba&s;tard of ever infa|mous Memory. What i&s;t they &s;hall not dare or act, 'tis their hands that &s;hall replant the long faded Flowers of the Church; and in per|&s;uance of our Soveraign Commi&s;&s;ion, water them once more with the flowing Blood of all our Anti-chri&s;tian Heretick Enemies; that &s;e|cond <HI>Iri&s;h</HI> Glory, an Action that &s;hall &s;o &s;ignally eternize the Renoune of the great <HI>James</HI> the <HI>J&V;ST,</HI> that his Memory &s;hall &s;mell fragant to late&s;t Po&s;terity and blo&s;&s;om even on his Tomb.</P>
<P>And now, <HI>Great Sir,</HI> in tenderne&s;s for this <HI>Royal Infant,</HI> a Ble&s;&s;ing which the United Prayers of the Church and our Offerings to our hea|venly Lady have &s;o long wre&s;tled for, as a &s;anctified Ve&s;&s;el for the fi|ni&s;hing that work the great <HI>James</HI> &s;hould want Years to compleat, The imploreing Injuries of this little Suppliant, beg Your Maje&s;ties mo&s;t tender and indeed immediate Patronage, as being like Your &s;elf a pe|culiar Deodate of <HI>Heavn;</HI> the true and Legitimate Birth of this &s;weet <HI>Prince,</HI> whatever black Fal&s;e-hood and Impo&s;tures the ever lying Scan|dals and Calumnies of the harden'd <HI>Lutheran</HI> Infidelity and Heretick <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Villany may rai&s;e to eclip&s;e him (I a&s;&s;ure Your Maje&s;ty, and the all-knowing Providence can witne&s;s for me) is as unque&s;tionable, and the <HI>&s;weet Infant,</HI> as a&s;&s;uredly the true begotten Son of my Dear Lord King <HI>James</HI> the Second; As Your Maje&s;ty is of the Great <HI>Lewis</HI> the 13th. of <HI>France.</HI> Take then this <HI>Babe</HI> as an Alliance to Your Great Self, and expre&s;s to the World the nearne&s;s of Your Affinity to him, by Your Indu&s;try and Zeal in righting and pre&s;erving Him.</P>
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