%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> IRELANDS Complaint of the Armies hypocrisie. With his Excellencies entring unconquer'd LONDON: / In a Discourse between two freinds Donatus and Perigrin. With the slighting of the Communicable Line. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/19/2014 33881

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R210655 WEll met friend Perigrin, from whence cam'st thou, / From wretched Ireland, I landed now; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1260 IRELANDS Complaint of the Armies hypocrisie. With his Excellencies entring unconquer'd LONDON: / In a Discourse between two freinds Donatus and Perigrin. With the slighting of the Communicable Line. IRELANDS Complaint of the Armies hypocrisie. With his Excellencies entring unconquer'd LONDON: In a Discourse between two friends Donatus and Perigrin. With the slighting of the Communicable Line. IRELAND'S Complaint of the Armies Hypocrisy. With his Excellency's entering unconquered LONDON: In a Discourse between two friends Donatus and Perigrin. With the slighting of the Communicable Line. ?-?

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Donat. WEll met friend Perigrin, from whence camst thou, Perig. From wretched Ireland, I landed now; Donat. How stands the state of that distressed Nation, Perig. Tis almost lost, a powerfull inundation Hath overwhelmd it in a Sea of wo? And I am hither come to let you know How much they thank you for each fast and prayer In their behalf, if they could live by aire Without the help of money or of men, They would requite your breath with breath agen. Donat. We have been ever ready to relieve them In words not having other aid to give them. Perig. Tis true indeed, but give me leave to tell ye Words are to weak to fill an empty belly Donat. We ment our Army should their losse restore Perig. When the Steeds stoln, youl shut the stable door. Donat. The trumpet sounds, stand by my friend heres one, Whose conquest must through London streets be known. Perig. Whos this that comes in triumph, is the war Donat. Now finisht. Tis that famous Conquerour Sir Thomas Fairfax, Whose victorious hand Makes England stoop to his supream command, Perig. Is he a King or Pope, or can there be Another that dares own supremacy, Donat. He is neither King nor Pope, yet he is one That alters government, puls Bishops down, And Elders to, the hated Presbyters, Seem now as odious as the Bishops were. He sets up a new light which doth arise Beyond the apprehension of weak eyes For these are a peculiar people grown, A reall Priesthood, these are they alone Which are of all believers, truly sainted And every preaching souldier is acquainted With Jesus Christ, who offers grace to all Yet none may come unlesse the Father call, Who fils them with the Spirit in such measure That they may fall, and rise at their own pleasure. Repentance is a superstitious thing And tis as frivolous to have a King, One musters legions of foule crimes within And makes discovery of each secret sin: The other doth not bear the sword in vain Whereby he should his Regall power maintain, It was not given him to be a scourge To good men, but the wicked land to purge From cruell humours, which they understand Who wrested it by force out of his hand, Not knowing who resisteth power shall Procure themselves damnation sad withall, The Kings word is with power, then who may Tax him with what he please to do or say: Suppose the King were wicked is it fit To tell him so, Gods Word doth not permit
Such insolence, but doth enforce us rather To yield obedience to our Kingly Father But now that holy Writ is of no force, Our government is changd from bad to worse. Perig. Pray what became of that strict Covenant, Betwixt the Brethren and your Parliament. Donat. (Alasse) they made so many Oaths before, And broke them all, tis but one trespasse more, Theyll add yet to the former, for where sin Aboundeth most, there grace must needs begin, Perig. But do your Londoners not blush to see A plain discovery of their perjury. How shall a stranger trust their word or oath When for advantage they will forfet both? Donat. Know they have trusted in so many gods, Which in the end will prove revengfull rods For whosoever doth too much rely One any humane help, doth deifie The means, wherein they trust to finde redresse, Seeth none but God can free us in distresse: Poor England was opprest, and therefore went To seek deliverance in a Parliament The which pretended a true Reformation; Which was begun with a deep Protestation: But Oaths are words, and words are all but winde, Soon after they themselves in Covnant bind, To aid the Parliament against their King; And to that end they Plate and Money bring Wherewith great Forts and Bulworks were erected The whilst poore Ireland was quite neglected, The tithe of what they one their Rampiers spend Might free some thousand wretched souls, and end Their cruell sufferings, but tis too late, Pray God their fall prove not proud Englands fate. Perig. But when this conquering Army had subdude, The King and that malignant multitude, They might have gone and set that Nation free, And there be crownd with glorious victory. Donat. Why, these are they, which are our faiths directors, To seek out Heaven, these are our Kings protectors. Whose meaning is to fix him on his Throne, In time, but first they will be paid their own Areares, nor do they purpose to disband Whilst all the Law remayneth in their hand, The States are as unwilling to restore The power they have usurpd six years or more, Besides some inward guilt doth whisper this And tels them they have done some things amisse, And if they should be lesser, then they are There is a retribution day I feare, Wherein they shall be summond to make good By satisfaction those sad streams of bloud The which by their commission was exhausted, And those huge sums of money vainly wasted,
The Londoners have now the only cause, (Who must be subject to new Lords, new Laws) To fetch their King, but they were over-ruled, And now begin to fear they have been fooled Betwixt Sir Thomas, and the Parliament; Nor do they now their doings well resent. The Forts and Guards are in the Amies power, And so is the Militia and the Tower: And yet the King remayns no better still Then a poor prisner to the Armies will. And thus we see no comfort can be given But what proceeds from the great King of Heaven, Who doth mans extremity fore-see, By which he works his opportunity: And will I hope, when things are at the worst, Restore them better then they were at first. Nulla dies sine linea. Or the Slighting of the Works. ANd must the hedge be pulled down? Of this blest Reformation? And may the Maids to Islington, Passe free without invasion? Now (Noddles) to your Cels again Breeds vermin to be idle: Black Tom will teach you another strain, Heel make yon champe the bridle. And hey let us sing, and the bels merry ring The King of the Line is abolisht Edwards is sped, the Birds they are fled The Cage must be demolisht. Home Sutlers to your holes again Pack to your nasty allies: Your Summer-houses long enough dYouve had, go try your talleys. The Excize-man frighted quite away, Butchers you need not prize them; You need not lift sheep ore the Works, For fear they should Excize them. And hey? Manwring is fast enough in hold, A sad and true presagement That against the old decrepit Line There was some strong ingagement. You Citizens you need not feare While you are in your quarter: Your Journeymen should ware for ware With your Madonnas barter. And hey let us sing, and the Bels merry ring, The King of the Line is abolisht: Edward is sped, the Birds they are fled, The Cage must be demolisht.
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