A SECOND
CONSULTATION
BETWEEN THE
POPE and the TURK
Concerning the Propagation of the Catholick Faith.
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POPE.
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HAil mighty Monarch! by whose aid
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I hope I shall subdue,
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And for the future make afraid
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The whole Heretical Crew;
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You will both wise and grateful prove
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While you with me combine,
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Who always have shew'd you my love,
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And now your good design.
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TURK.
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What mean these ambiguities
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With which to me you come?
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Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies
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From Delphos gone to Rome?
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Your kindness I ne're understood,
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Whatever you pretend:
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To him to whom you ne'er did good,
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How can you be a friend?
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POPE.
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Ungrateful man! do you forget
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How I did once betray
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The Grecian-Empire, which as yet
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Your Scepter doth obey?
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I did the Greeks to Florence call,
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And kept them there with me:
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And you were Master made of all,
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Before we could agree.
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TURK.
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This manifests your wickedness
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And makes your Cause yet worse;
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I see no reason you to Bless,
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Though Greece hath cause to Curse:
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You prove your Treachery indeed,
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But not your love to me,
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You'd ne're have helpt me in my need,
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If they'd submitted t'ee.
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POPE.
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I think I stood your Friend (good Sir)
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When Jemes did aspire:
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I both did keep him Prisoner,
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And poison'd him for hire;
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Then against France 'twas I did send
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For your victorious Arms,
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With promise that I would defend
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Your Kingdoms from all harms.
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TURK.
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Two hundred thousand Florens, when
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You did my Brother's work,
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You had: The Benefactor then
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Was not the Pope but Turk;
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'Tis true me once you did invite
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Your int'rest to advance;
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Not cause you lov'd me, but for spite
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Against the King of France.
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POPE.
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Though still Ingratitude you pay
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For kindnesses good store,
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If you'l be rul'd, I'le on you lay
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One obligation more:
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I'le raise your Empire yet so high,
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That you shall straitway yield
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That I pull down, and onely I
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Do Monarchies rebuild.
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TURK.
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For all your talk, I still do fear
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That while you make a pother,
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And with one hand pretend to rear,
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You pull down with the other:
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But what is't now that I must do,
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My Kingdoms to extend;
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That I may see at last that you
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Are really my Friend?
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POPE.
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Why first I'le give you all those lands
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That 'gainst me do rebel,
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Go take them strait into your hands,
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I've curst their Kings to Hell;
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I freely to the King of Spain
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The British Islands gave:
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He wanted strength those Isles to gain,
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Which I am sure you have.
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TURK.
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You're generous Sir, and at one word
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Great Territories grant,
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Which if men gain not by the Sword,
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They must for ever want:
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So while you Saintship give to some,
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And frankly Heaven bestow,
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I doubt (what ere's decreed at Rome)
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Their portion is below.
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POPE.
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Whether Heav'n and Hell are in my gift
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I do not greatly care,
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(Let learned men those Questions sift)
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sure earthly Kingdoms are;
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I can from antient deeds declare
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What pow'r belongs to me:
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The greatest Kings are what they are
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By my Authority.
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TURK.
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I've often heard what Tricks you use
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To help you in your needs,
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Sometimes you do the World abuse
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With forged Books and Deeds:
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Sometimes you Kingdoms give away
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(As now you do to me)
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Hoping that thus obliged, they
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Your Vassals still will be.
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POPE.
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If I your Benefactor be,
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I hope you won't think much,
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(When I've rais'd you to high degree)
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To honour me as such:
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If Universal Monarchy
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You do receive from me,
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The Universal Pastor I
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May be allow'd to be.
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TURK.
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I understand your kindness now,
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Me thus you will advance,
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If unto you I'le cringe and bow,
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And after your Pipe dance;
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Then you'l unto me be so kind,
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That you will crack your brain,
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Some place i'th' Alcoran to find,
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That shall your Pride maintain.
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This honour more you'l on me heap,
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Whenever I you meet,
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That on my knees I strait must creep,
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To kiss your Worships feet.
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Whenere your Pride I do oppose,
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You'l curse me strait to Hell;
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My Subjects too shall ne're want those
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Shall stir them to Rebel.
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You still unto me plagues will send
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As you have done to others,
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From Priests I must my self defend,
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Worse than aspiring Brothers:
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Where you set food no Prince is free,
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But strait must be your slave,
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Good Sir, pray cease to treat with me;
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I other business have.
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