%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Royal Wanderer: / OR, / Gods Providence evidently manifested, in the most mysterious Deliverance of the / Divine Majesty of CHARLS the Second, King of Great Brittain. / Though bold Rebellion for a time look brave, / Man shall not slay what God resolves to save. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1660-1660 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 03/06/2012 31952

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R182940 1 The wandring Prince of Troy Queen Dido; Troy Town The Wandering Prince of Troy WHen ravishing Rebellion reignes, / Then Loyalty is lead in chaines, BRistol was thought the privat'st place, / Where shipping might attend his Grace, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 312 The Royal Wanderer: / OR, / Gods Providence evidently manifested, in the most mysterious Deliverance of the / Divine Majesty of CHARLS the Second, King of Great Brittain. / Though bold Rebellion for a time look brave, / Man shall not slay what God resolves to save. The Royal Wanderer: OR, Gods Providence evidently manifested, in the most mysterious Deliverance of the Divine Majesty of CHARLS the Second, King of Great Brittain. Though bold Rebellion for a time look brave, Man shall not slay what God resolves to save. The Royal Wanderer: OR, God's Providence evidently manifested, in the most mysterious Deliverance of the Divine Majesty of CHARLES the Second, King of Great Britain. Though bold Rebellion for a time look brave, Man shall not slay what God resolves to save. 1660-1660 F. Grove

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WHen ravishing Rebellion reignes, Then Loyalty is lead in chaines, The Royall Princes of the blood, By Traitors are not understood, but they could not his fate pull down, that was preservd for Englands Crown. Witnesse the heat at Worcester fight, Which put our Royall King to flight, When twice a stately horse was there, Shot under him by chance of warre. but all that chance could not throw down a Prince preservd for Englands Crown. Yet was he forcd to quit the field, Princes sometimes to slaves must yeeld: He with some faithfull Lords did fly, To places for obscurity. And at a Farme-house there did he disrobe himself of Royaltie. A chain of Gold, whose good account Did to three hundred pounds amount, He gave a trusty servant, and Dischargd them all from his command. then the Lord Wilmot with their knives cut both their hair, to save their lives. Thus with one friend faithfull and good, He wanders through an obscure wood: Untill a hollow Oake unknown
Was made the King of Englands Throne, and all the succour that was brought, was by this Loyall servant sought. But Wilmot in his wanderings, A Souldier met of the old Kings, That knew him, and with true good will, Securd him in a Malt-house Kill, where he lay sweating, almost fierd till Souldiers came, searchd, and retird. Twas nere the house of Mistresse Lane, Whose name let no wilde tongue prophane, The Lord, with dangers much distrest, Told how the poore King was opprest, to Mistresse Lane, whose sighs and tears, did shew her sorrows, griefs, and fears. She humbly doth implore that he, Would seek his sacred Majesty: And bring him thither, that she might Take speedy order for his flight. brave Wilmot he with eyes nere shut, till with much search he found him out. Then from the hollow tree he brings This heart of Oake, and best of Kings, To Mistresse Lanes, where after shee, Did kneel unto his Soveraignty: they call a counsill how he shoud, in safety passe the Ocean flood.
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BRistol was thought the privatst place, Where shipping might attend his Grace, And as her servant William he, Must cloak it in her Livery. likewise before her he must ride, only her father in Law beside. He was as weary of the Cloak, As he was lately of the Oake: But Master Lastell as most fit, Uncloakd the King and carryed it. no danger in the way they saw, untill they met her Brother in Law. The Brother spyd and quickly spoke, Sir, why bear you your servants cloak? But shee made answer, tis so great That it doth thrust me from my seat. her Brother (answered thus by art) they talk no more, shake hands and part. But note a change of more renown, As they were passing through a Town, They met a Troop of horse which might Have put them all into a fright. but their good fate so gentle was they through the Captains troop did passe. When they came to their Inne at night, The Cook-mayd gave the King delight, She asked his birth, and whence he came? A Naylors son in Brumageham replyd the King; prethee quoth shee my Jack is down, windt up for me. The King unusd to deal in Jacks, Winds up untill the tackling cracks: At which the wench (if all tales true be)
Rayld at the King, and calld him booby. the King went out and laught, but they next day to Bristol made their way. At Bristol all their hopes were drownd, For no convenient ship was found: From Mistresse Lane he parts, and goes With trusty Wilmot mongst his foes. to London and to Westminster, ith Hall, where the Scotch Ensignes were He wandered up and down the Town, By some conceald, to most unknown: Twas not a thousand pound could make Them their fidelities forsake. a scip is hird, the Master straight begins to understand his fraight. Quoth he, what lading do you bring, I surely know this is the King. If I this strange adventure run. I shall be utterly undone. but with his heart they did prevail, and valiantly he hoysts up sayl. Quoth he, if I on Tiburn swing, Tis for the safety of a King: And if he ever crowned bee, He surely will remember me. the winds blew fair, Aver de grace in France became their landing place. He rides to Roan, and writes from thence To Paris, of Gods Providence. The Duke of Orleance did come With friends, to bid him welcome home. and now in London tis well known he was preservd for Englands Throne.
FINIS. London Printed for F. Grove on Snow-hill. Entred according to Order.