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R22705 AS I was walking, reading in a Book, / Of all the Plots that Rome had undertook, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 133433 The Waking [Vision; Or, Reality in a fancy.] The Waking [Vision; Or, Reality in a fancy.] The Waking Vision; Or, Reality in a fancy. 1681-1681

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AS I was walking, reading in a Book, Of all the Plots that Rome had undertook, Methought I heard a sudden murmuring Rout, And curious to behold: I facd about, When soon the Croud did to my sight appear, With a young Hero stalking in the Rear. Their Leader was an Old man, known too well By that false Trayterous name Achitophel: He facd about, and waving round his Wand, The cringeing Rout stood still upon command. Lieutenant Absalom forsook the Rear, And strutting forward, did ith Front appear. Thus fixt in their Array, the first that broke The silence, was Achitophel; who spoke With roaring voice, and visage most austere, When to his Eccho all the Rout gave ear; All big with expectations, till the bold Snake-like Achitophel his story told. I need not tell you of the case betwixt ye, If you remember Forty eight, and Sixty: How happy were we in the first of those, When no man durst our Laws or Wills oppose; Wills as obliging as the Persian Laws, We fought and prosperd in the Good Old Cause: None durst oppose our Faction, or appear In vindication of a Cavalier. Then all our Party in one humour stood, To bleed the Nation, tap the Royal Blood. Till envious Death at last did basely trip Old Nol up, with his short Protectorship. Then turnd the Game, and Monk began to sing In Loyal Tone, Now Boys a King, a King! Against our wills he did by force restore The King, to that which was his Right before; Then all those plaguy Rogues calld Cavaliers, Began to peep abroad, and shake their Ears; Each one expecting from the King to be Rewarded for his Truth, and Loyalty. [?] the wind [?] We changd our Note, and spake in other kind; And made the World believe twas only We Restord the King to Crown and Dignity: When if we could but still have been obeyd, No Stuart ere had Englands Scepter swayd. But since whats done, cant be undone again, Why stand we idle gazing here in vain? Lets try our wits, and Plot for to obtain And play the Old Game over once again: Do as our Fathers did, come play your parts, And let the people know youre English hearts, That are not given to change. ------ Eighty one offers us a mark as fair, As ever Forty did: come --- strike --- prepare, Take Oaths of Secresie, and Covenant To ease the Nation of her groans and want. Right and Religion, Liberties and Laws, Will make the Rout quickly espouse our Cause: Tell em, if they dont stir theyre quite undone, Religions ruind, Liberties are gone: Perswade em that the Pope, and Popish Train, Are just returning to the Land again: Thats a pretence nere fails, but always takes, And of a Bad Old Cause, a Good one makes. Now, nows the time; strike up, for if you miss, Youl never meet a time so pat as this. Heres Popish Plots discoverd and found out, With Fears and Jealousies to charm the Rout; And soon perswade them all their Lives are lost, That they must burn like Martyrs at a Post, Unless they get the Popish Party quelld, That is by Evil Counsellors upheld: Heres Grievance upon Grievance: these are Knaves, And those would make the Free-born Subjects Slaves: Tell them the Kings a Tyrant, and Oppressor, And that we have a damnd Popish Successor: The Parliaments dissolvd, and we must be Governd by Arbitrary Tyranny: But yet be sure to keep you in the shade, And do whatere you do in Masquerade.
If any Senator against you sit, Be sure to call him Papist, Jesuit, Mac-Tory, Protestant in Masquerade, That would your Liberties and Rights invade. Now one word more, and I have spoke enough, Go fall to work, for I have found you stuff. Which having spoke, the Rout was jogging home, But soon returnd at voice of Absalom; Who with audacious tone cryd, Hark, my Friends, Come side with me, if youl attain your ends; Achitophel shall change and take the Rear, And I myself will in the Front appear, And good old David soon shall know that I Will be his Heir, or else Ile bravely die. What though my Mother was his Concubine? The fault was hers, Im sure, it was not mine: I am his Son, and from his Loins did spring; I am of Royal Bloud, and will be King: Do you but help me to obtain the Crown, Ile rule by Law, and all your Foes put down; Ile part the King and Councel quite asunder, And will redress the Griefs you labour under; If once I can but to the Throne attain, Ile grant New Charters, and the Old maintain. At which the Rout with hallows filld the Skies, And cryd, Wel venture all for Liberties: When suddenly the Rout did disappear, And all the Coast was in an instant clear. Then I began to think which was the worse, Fanatick blessing, or a Popish curse: I put them in two Scales to try their weight, And found the Ballance equiponderate; But holding them a while, I quickly found As this was hoisted up, that kissd the ground: Then suddenly I found the meaning out, This ruines quickly, but that round about: Then to my mind my thoughts began to sing, Go haste and what thoust heard inform the King: I durst not go but presently I wrote, And seald it up, and sent the King this Note. To the KING. DRead Sir, if you will Rule this Land in peace, Expell your Foes, and Friends will soon increase: Your Ruine does, Sir, too too plain appear, Rome leads the Van, Geneva brings the Rear. If youl be safe, you must expell them both, The Roman Gnat, and the dissenting Moth: And vigorously let them understand, You are their King, and will like King command. And if you ere expect to gain your Ends, As well as open Foes, take heed of Friends; I mean a flattring Friend, whose only shew Makes him a Friend, but really is not so. Learn by your Father, not to trust to those That in the end will prove confiding Foes. Consider ont, youre in a woful straight, Think but on Forty one, and Forty eight. I only speak this for a Precedent, For Heavn I hope will all such things prevent. Youre now the Darling of all Loyal hearts, And may be still, if you will take their parts: But if you bear with Faction, or with Rome, And do delay to give them both their doom, All Loyal men must suffer by those two, And be in spight of Fate undone with You. You must be sure to ruine Both, or none; If one remain, youre sure to be undone: For if you ruine Rome on equal scores, You shut the Window, but leave ope the Doors; Unless you ruine the Fanaticks too, For know one Nation cant hold Them and You. Those men I fear against your Life combine, That strive to cross you in your Good design; And those men sure would yield to put you down, That tell the People, You are not their own. Pardon me, Sir, if I your quiet break, For Poets dare at all Adventures speak.