[?]AND, with the manner of their taking Ship [?]
DOVER, and of their departure, set forth in dialogue verse.
First Rupert to his Brother,
Doth expresse his Mind,
They answer one another,
Here as you shall find.
Maurice seemes to jeere him,
For his former sinnes,
Which if you please to heare him,
Rupert now begins.
(God send them good Shipping, and a faire Wind)
To the Tune of, Plundering Jack: Or, Nobody else shall plunder but I. etc.
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COme Maurice my Brother,
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Let us go together,
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[?]ake Shipping, and saile to our Country againe,
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In truth Brother Rupert
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Would I'de not come hither,
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[?]ich is my heard fortune, as makes me complaine:
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[?] by Maurice thou knowst we have Gold in our purses,
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[?] Rupert and with that a thousand mens curses:
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[?]ends on my conscients, what way shall I shun them,
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[?]he country complaining cryes out we've undone them,
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So that we are forc't to bid England adue.
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Faith Brother beleeve me,
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The matter doth grieve me,
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[?]hat we are sent packing with shame and rebuke:
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Indeed Brother Maurice
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My hopes did deceive me,
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[?]t was it not I? (they call'd Plunderland Duke:)
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[?]ch filled the Hearts of the People with terrour,
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[?] Rupert, and therefore the more was thy errour,
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[?]hou hadst striven their Loves to have gained,
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[?] in this Kingdome we might have remained:
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[?] now we are forc't to bid England adue.
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Our hopes are frustracted,
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For which we have waited,
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[?]s but folly to fight any more:
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Amongst all the Round-Heades,
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I'me generally hated,
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Did ever man meet with such Divells before:
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Ile tell the what Rupert in that they had reason,
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For thou plaid the Divell too, there a long season,
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And if by such Divells, the Divell was tamed,
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In this the bold Round-Head is not to be blamed,
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Although we are forc't to bid England adue.
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At Edge-Hill and Worster,
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When first we did muster
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Our Forces methought then it was a sure sight:
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Then Rupert and Maurice,
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Were in their full luster,
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Amongst the brave Cavaliers there in that fight,
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Whilst trumpets were sounding, & canons were thunder-ing,
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Yes Rupert I know it, a pox on the plundering,
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For we like St. Georges had kill'd all the Draggons,
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But thou was so greedy to plunder their Waggons,
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So that we are forc't to bid England adue.
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Tis true Brother Maurice,
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But yet to my glory,
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The City of Bristoll, soone after was taine,
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Faith Rupert thou needs not,
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To boast of that Story,
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For thou like a Coward did loose it againe,
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Indeed I confesse it but this was my Bargan.
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That they should deliver me good store of Ardian,
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Yet by my trouth Maurice, I since have repented
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That to the Surrender thereof I consented:
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Seeing that I am forc't to bid England adue.
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Some men for their Conscients,
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Their Lives goes to hazard,
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And I onely fought for the Luker of Gold:
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In that Brother Rupert,
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Thou art but a Buzard,
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Which hath both thine Uncle, and Honour thus sold:
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It is not thy Money can buy us such Places,
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As we had in England, with so many graces:
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Prince Rupert, Prince Maurice, for so we were named,
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Whilst we all the Round-heads bold Rebells proclaimed,
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But now we are forc't to bid England adue.
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But tell me sweet Maurice,
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Without any mocking,
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I thinke I did hang them at Newbury fight:
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Indeed Brother Rupert,
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There was handsome knocking,
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Yet they had the best out if should speake right,
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A[?]ke thou was routed, at Nasiby quite scattered,
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And yet in thy folly, thou loves to be flattered:
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(Though something the better we had at the first out)
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Now set altogether and [?]
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For now we are forc[']t [to bid England adue.]
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Sinc[e] Oxf[?]
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Our freed[?]
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We have broke the [?]
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In that [?]
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Our wit[?]
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Having six Moneth[s ?]
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Yet we in our tim[?]
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But came unto O[?]
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And for our tra[?]
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Within ten Da[?]
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So that we are [forc'd to bid England adue.]
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But w[?]
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Now [?]
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In truth Br[?]
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Yet [?]
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W[?]
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A little con[?]
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Although fo[?]
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Our greate[?]
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Lets drink[?]
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Whose valor[?]
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Thus Rupe[rt ?]
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