A
DIALOGUE
BETWEEN
Duke LAUDERDALE,
AND THE
LORD DANBY.
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D. GReat Sir, I cannot but congratulate
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The just Submission of your stubborn Fate;
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Which to your Honour hath a Tyrant been:
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But now she sees her Folly and her Sin.
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Still may she prove most constant unto you,
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And always pay what to your Grace is due.
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L. Dear Sir, for nought can I commend my Fate,
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But that sheth made me happy in a Mate.
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And such Ill prove, even in Extremity,
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Since we are Brothers in Iniquity.
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D. My Lord, you very much mistake the Word.
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We were so once: to that I do accord.
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But now our Pardons for our sins are Seald,
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I think the Guilt is justly then Repeald.
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Though we were coverd oer with Clouds of Sin,
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Theyre vanishd now, and all our fears therein.
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Now dare we our Protection claim as Right
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Of Charles our King; who surely will, in spite
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Of all our Foes, resolve to set us free;
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Nor will he lose that Right of Majesty,
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His Royal Word is past, we need not doubt;
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His Honour will take care to make it out.
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L. Right Tom; and, by my Soul, Ill never fear
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Before thinsulting Commons to appear,
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And let them but affront me if they dare.
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For all their humming noise, Ill make them know,
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Ill sit above when they shant sit below.
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There will I still with Courage vindicate
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Thy Honour, and subvert the unjust Hate
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Of all thy Foes: nor shall they dare pretend
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To say thou art not King and Countrys Friend.
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D. Pox on them; Let them go for a damd Crew,
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Whilst we with Craft their Ruine do pursue.
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Let them vote on, and we will still devise
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To make them all a burning Sacrifice
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To him, gainst whom theyve made so many Lyes.
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My drooping Soul transported is to think,
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When he doth rise, how all these Rogues will sink.
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With Vengeance well pursue them in Retreat:
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Well hash them quick, and let our Dogs them eat.
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For
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For Hereticks well damn them whilst alive;
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And then to Hell in Flocks we will them drive.
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L. Thy Courage bold I cannot but commend,
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For sure hes both our worthy Duke and Friend.
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Lets not despair, but briskly carry on
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The Glorious Work we have so well begun.
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Lets then once more our Treasons all repeat,
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And leave the Lovely Dutchess then to treat
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For new Pardons; to whom we need not fear,
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The King will lend a gracious heart and ear.
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Thou knowst how much she is obligd to thee,
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Nor do I doubt but she our Friend will be.
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D. Thy Counsel bravely elevates my Soul:
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Well practice Treason still without Controul.
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But that His Majesty shall neer believe;
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Or if he do, he quickly shall forgive:
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My Duchess shall so all his Senses charm,
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He never shall believe well do him harm.
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L. By my Soul, Man, shes a most powerful Spell;
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Wert not for her, wed surely been in Hell.
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She is the strongest Pillar of our Hope;
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The surest Friend to our brave Plot and Pope.
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She is all Power, she is all Command:
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By her Assistance well betray this Land,
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D. Much Honour to her Goddesship is due;
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But Id savd her Labour, Sir, and you,
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Had my Army, filld with lusty Fellows,
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Not yet been disbanded by the Jealous
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And mistrustful Parliament, Pox on em:
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Presumptious Fops, to take that Act upon em.
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But let that pass; eer long theyll surely find,
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Theyd better been more Loyal and more Kind.
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L. Savd me the Labour, Sir? What do you mean?
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I never grutchd my Labour or my Pain.
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You know I had ten thousand Men at Call,
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To joyn with you to work these Nations Fall.
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If you compare our Actions in this Plot,
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Youll find I come not short of you one Jot.
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Whats all the noise the Rebels made of late
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In Scotland? Did not I it all create?
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Was it not on my Counsel first resolved,
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The Old New Parliament should be dissolved?
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Or we had both in Ruine been involved?
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D. My Lord, all this and more I do allow,
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And do my Faith to my Experience owe.
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I neer meant to detract from your Just Fame;
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But to my death Ill still maintain the same,
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You are a drudging Rebel; and, by Jove,
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Ill neer forsake you while I stand or move.
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But now, My Lord, I feel my self not well;
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I therefore kiss your hand, and bid farewell.
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