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R33674 WHen you, Great Sir, began to disappear, / All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1333 1: 1333 To his ROYAL HIGHNESS / The DUKE, upon his Arrival. To his ROYAL HIGHNESS The DUKE, upon his Arrival. To his ROYAL HIGHNESS The DUKE, upon his Arrival. ?-?

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WHen you, Great Sir, began to disappear, All Loyal Hearts invaded were with Fear, Hope, only in Scotch Rebels liv'd, who knew, Our Courage and our Conduct fled in you. Pirates and Rebels joyntly did Command, Turks prey'd on all by Sea, and Scots by Land. The Turks! who ne're so insolent were grown T'approach our Brittish-Coasts, till you were gone. Though what the Algerines first tempted forth, Was that which mov'd their Brethren in the North. Both saw we were forsaken by that Hand, Which had with equal Glory once maintain'd Our Flag at Sea, our Scepter on the Land. Brave Causes both, worthy the Sword alone Of CHARLES his Brother, and the MARTYRS Son. What Force is able with that Arme to fight Which pleads a Martyrs Vows, a Sov'raigns Right? Now had you left your Brothers Rule, the Land And past those Seas which once You did Command; Beyond our English Bounds, those Bounds that were To our poor Isle, none to your Arms appear; Where once your Sword was drawn, your Course you bend, Your Sword must still beyond Our Rule extend. Flanders at once does Peace and You receive, While Foes our Peace disturb, and Traffick grieve. Yet these alass! like some ill Omens were, But Harbingers of our approaching Fear. For He, in whom we all an Intrest crave. A Brothers You, we those of Subjects have; Whose mighty Soul could not be well contain'd Within his own Dominions on the Land Descends, the Ocean and his Ships to view, Which oft engage him in deep Thoughts of You. On your Employment musing, and your Charge, Wishes in vain, a Subjects Soul so Large. Fit for the Steerage of so fast a Fleet, Or near him at the Helme on Land to sit; Who next the Throne might shine in silent Peace, Or in loud Wars, might Thunder on the Seas. But finding none, He feels the loss though late Of such a Limb new sever'd from the State. The first Prince of the Bloud now from him gone, Unguarded on the Right-hand left the Throne. For none in Deeds so Great, or Birth so High His Place in Arms or Councils may supply: None may of Right ascend, they may invade, For Princes of the Bloud are Born, not Made. T'enjoy their Titles and possess their Lot None ever are Elected, but Begot. Wanting his sole Support in all his Care, His Stay in Peace, and his chief Strength in War. A On
(2) On whom, the King still in the first place lean'd, And next the King, on whom we all depend. Unsafe in Rule, uneasie in his Mind, Tost like the Sea, which labours with the wind. His Hopes at length, He to Despair resigns, Decays in Vigour, and in Health declines. Soon as the fatal News once reach'd your Ear, Urg[']d with a Brothers Zeal, and Subjects Care, You fly with such like hast as Angels move On all the wings of Duty, and of Love. Angels and You alike Employment have To succour Kings, and distres'd Nations save. The Forreign Shore, which when you did arrive Met you in Shew, your Vessel to Receive. Removing now, lest by its guilty Stay, It might be thought your Voyage to delay: Does in Appearance awfully Recede And seems in Duty from your Vessel fled; Which proud to bear him for her single Load, Who still whole Fleets and Armies led abroad. All Opposition does, like You, despise; And labour'd by the Waves, still higher rise, No danger can be great enough for Fear Where Caesars Brother, and his Fortune are. His high extraction, and his happy Fate The proud Sails swell, and Vessel elevate. While to the winds her Canvas wings ere Spread, The lazy winds you chide, for want of speed; And with impatience their Delays controul, For winds, compar'd to wing'd Desires, are dull. Your Thoughts alas! preventing them, before Your Voyage had dispatch't and reacht the Shore. Nor Landed on the Shore, do you proceed With more Solemnity, or with less speed; With such Dispatch arriving at the Court You ev'n Fame prevent, and outfly Report As swift, yet not less silent then, the light, Of which we hear no News, till 'tis in sight. Me thinks I see the Royal Brothers meet, Their Souls and Bodies in Embraces knit. While in the Union of their Arms is seen, The closer Union of their Hearts within How they embrac, and in th' embraces melt, Cannot reported be, it must be felt. While Joys too mighty for their Tongues arise, And flow out in th' expressions of their Eyes. Such pow'rful Transports for which words we want Which when we imitate, we best shall pa[i]nt. Can we who see this, stand unmov[']d? Can we Who see th' embraces of the Brothers, be, If their Example, or our Duty bind, To the unfaithful, or ourselves unkind? Ah no! let us in Love our strife employ, And never weep henceforth, but Tears of Joy.
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