THE
ROYAL DIALOGUE
OR,
The Courtly Salutation
BETWEEN
King William and Queen Mary:
At their Parting for his Famous Atchievements in the present Wars of
Flanders.
To the Tune of, If Lovers a sweet Passion. Licensed according to the Order.
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KING.
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MY most Royal Lady, I now must away,
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In this fair Princely Court I no longer will stay;
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Being freely resolved my Foes to persue,
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Till the Rights of three Kingdoms I fairly renew,
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And my Valliant Brave Army with me will advance,
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For to curb and subdue the Vain-glory of France.
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QUEEN.
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Great William, my Monarch, how can I forbear,
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For to shew the sad simptoms of sorrow and care;
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When to sharp Bloody Fights, thou Sail'st over the Main,
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And I cannot be sure I shall see thee again,
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In those desperate Wars there is Hazard I know,
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Unto which my Great Soveraign Lord thou must go.
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KING.
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Let no fear of Danger e'er trouble thy mind,
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For, I hope, my true Conquering Boys I shall find,
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Bravely Arm'd with true Courage my Foes to cut down,
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Who opposes the Royal true Protestant Crown,
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Valliant Collonels and Captains with me will advance,
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Now to curb and subdue the Vain-glory of France.
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Queen.
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The Kingdom is Poison'd by Treacherous Rome.
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And too many there are who daily presume
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Now to lay their black Treasons against Church and State
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Quite forgetting how they were deliver'd of late,
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Thus the Nation is pestured with Villians I know,
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Yet my Royal Great Soveraign Lord thou must go.
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KING.
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Alas! I acknowledge such Villains there be,
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That endeavour to Plot against true Dignity,
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Yet on GOD's Divine Providence cast all thy care,
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And thy Enemies then will be catcht in the snare,
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Therefore, Lady, be patient while I do advance,
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For to blast and subdue the Vain-glory of France.
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QUEEN.
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Alas! when I think of the vast Ocean wide,
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Where the dangers of death are on every side,
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And the sharp bloody Battels where Cannons do roar,
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While the best of Commanders lyes reaking in gore,
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Oh! thoughts of these sorrows will grieve me I know,
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Yet my Royal great Soveraign Lord thou must go.
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KING.
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Sweet Lady it is not a Battel I fear,
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For that GOD that preserv'd me when first I came here,
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Will defend me from Dangers on every side,
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While I valiantly conquer the Catholick Pride,
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By a valliant brave Army who now will advance,
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For to blast and subdue the Vain-glory of France.
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QUEEN.
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My Prayers up to Heaven I'll constantly send,
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That the blessed sweat Angels may guard and defend,
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Thy dear life from the mallice of insolent foes,
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Who, in Flanders, thy glory and honour oppose,
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For in sharp bloody Fights there is danger I know,
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Unto which my great Soveraign Lord thou must go.
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KING.
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He with a Rich Jewel presented the Queen,
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And declaring that he the next morning did mean
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For to part with the Court and the Queen for a while,
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Then presented a kiss with a most Royal smile,
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Heavens bless thee sweet Queen while I now do advance,
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For to blast and subdue the Vain-glory of France.
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