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4.275 R188080 1 Hope Farewell Hope's Farewell ON the Fourteenth day of October, / with many Bumpers of Claret well fill'd date from content; imprint unclear: Printed for P. Brooksby. I. Deacon. I. Blare[,] [?] / I. Back. Pepys 4.275 Rollins (1) V:51-55; Wing F2186[A]. Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 4: 275 THE / French King's Vision: / OR, / An Account of those fearfull Apparitions which disturb'd him in his Sleep, when he had been lay- / ing his Senses in soke in a prodigious Quantity of Claret. THE French King's Vision: An Account of those fearfull Apparitions which disturb'd him in his Sleep, when he had been lay- ing his Senses in soke in a prodigious Quantity of Claret. The French King's Vision: Or, an Account of Those Fearful Apparitions Which Disturbed Him in His Sleep, When He Had Been Laying His Senses in Soak in a Prodigious Quantity of Claret. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?205 x 325 cropped left and right edges, creased surface horizontal and vertical rules 1689 Printed for P. Brooksby. I. Deacon. I. Blare, / I. Back P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back Weinstein: content

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ON the Fourteenth day of October, with many Bumpers of Claret well fill'd The French King went to Bed not half sober, and in his sleep he a Vision beheld; Many strange things on Subjects and Kings, & all his Vain-glory was mounted on Wings, Taking their flight, that very night, and chas'd by stout Hero's in shining Armour bright. Then a Voice said, Lewis be humble, and let the Protestant Princes alone, Or the Crown from your Noddle shall tumble, for no such Tyrant shall sit on the Throne.
This dreadful Sound his Senses did wound, then dreaming a Fire encircled him round, His Heart did ake, ready to break, but yet from this slumber the Monarch would not wake. Then appear'd an Army of Martyrs, which he had Murder'd by Fire and Sword; Men and Wives with both Sons & Daughters; the Sight of which did much horrour afford: These Martyrs bore a Banner before, now with this Inscription in a Protestant Gore, Lewis shall flye from France: for why? the innocent Bloud do's for fearfull Vengeance cry
Then a Crew of Bald-pated Friars he see, began to scamper about, Whose false Faces then flamed like Fire, Father Le Chese in the midst of the Rout; As they did run they cry'd we're undone, we all shall be kill'd by de Hereticks Gun, Which will take place in a short space, Begar we are now in a miserable Case. After them came more of their Creatures, now they were cloathed in Garments of Black, In the middle ran Old Father Petres, with his Welsh Highness fast bound to his back. There did he fume, and cry'd out, Make Room, or utter Destruction will soon be our Doom; Protestants they have got the day, and therefore in Paris no longer will I stay. Then this French unfortunate Caesar he quak'd and trembl'd in every Limb; For he dream'd that Nebuchadnezer told this Tyrant he must be like him: The Throne he disgrac'd, the Turk he embrac'd, And many fair Cities by Fire laid wast, Destroying all, these Crimes do call For Vengeance, proud Lewis behold your dismal Fall!
In an Agony Lewis was taken, to think that he should be ruin'd and marr'd; In this fright he did straightways awaken, and then did Thunder and Call to his Guard: Saying, I fear my Ruine draws near, For to me a Vision this night did appear, The Protestants they will advance, And make their King William the Monarch of great France. In my dream I see Petre's kindness, when my Servants was cloudy and dull, At his Back he had bound his Welsh Highness, and ran with him like a Pedler's Trull; This was his Care at point of Despair, To save from Destruction the Catholick Heir, Such Love he had for the young Lad, That for ought I know he may be his nown sweet Dad.
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