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Straff. GOD save your Grace: How doe you doe? Cant. My Lord, I thanke you, well as you. Straff. I have not seene your Grace of late So full of mirth, may't auspicate Some good event, and such as wee May by it finde our libertie; The Proverb him unwise doth hold, Who loves his fetters, though of gold. Cant. Last night (my Lord) some nobler dreame Then did to sanguine, choler, phlegme, Or unto melancholy owe It's birth, did on my fancy grow: Me thought I was in Oxford, where Lord Chancellours name and power I beare; What showts Saint JOHNS there to me gave, My gladed eares yet ringing have; I heard their labouring joyes, and throng Of praises both in prose and song. And as, me-thought, from thence I came To Lambeth, I still heard the same So loud, that Eccho from Whitehall Return'd them to my Lambeths wall. Straff. In such a dreame, O who would keepe A noyse to breake your Graces sleepe! And though dreames erre, yet may this be To you a happy prophesie, And such a one as may prove true, And faire unto my selfe, as you, For so by one compact of wit, Our Counsels were together knit So close, so even they did goe To worke the Common-weale it's woe, We cannot well ourselves define What plot was yours, or which was mine, They were each others Inmates, twins That vi'd which most should number sins; Both slept, both wak'd at once; and whether They lost or won, both play'd together. Cant. My Lord, you rage. Straf. You cannot call Truth a disease, or rage at all: Truth neither can, nor will deceive you. Cant. Farewell my Lord, for I must leave you. Straf. Yet stay a while, and give to me Once more your Benedicitee; I must confesse I did begin To chide, but now forget my spleene. Cant. It doth increase my joy, and sure The joy may well your praise procure: How thinke you? Would this Kingdome flout, To heare wee two were falling out? Come, be your selfe; relate at length What arm'd Recusants, what new strength May come from Ireland, to relieve Our dying faction. Straf. Never grieve.
My setled Soule; I doe not know That root on which one hope might grow; But in conclusion there must be A rope for you, an axe for me. Cant. Was this your well grounded guesse Of our increasing happinesse? Ends thus your boasting, that you could Get money, men, or what you would, To curbe the insolency of those That were, or would become our foes? False Straffords Earle. Straf. Stop there, your Grace His tongue doth trot too round a pace; Looke, looke abroad, can you now see No Patent, no Monopolee; Are all your projects, all your fine sick as Medium wine? Can now no more Lauds, lawlesse might, The Parson from the Pulpit fright, The Subject from the Kingdome? What Could ruine doe which you did not? Cant. There's something yet undone, 'tis true, But shortly to be done to you: Each you have (for 'tis the will Of Fate to have you guarded still) Shall serve the Minister of your doome, Your Executioner, not your Groome: Your head that mastered so much art, Ere long shall from your shoulders part; Your blood your scarlet must new dye, Your Spurres fall off, your Ermines flye, And of so great, so fear'd a Name, Scarce left a man that loves your Fame. Straf. So, so, (my Lord) my heart is glad I owne that griefe your Grace can mad; Your Head, no doubt, is growne the lighter Since dis-invested of the Miter; It was too proud a weight, and knowne To nurse bad thoughts, 'tis better gone. The Shepheards on their Sheephooks laugh And doe upbraid your Crosier staffe; No more, your now deafe Chaplaines harke What houre shall speake you Patriarke. Cant. Farewell, farewell, your Time cals on, Speake thoughts more sanctifide, or none; 'Tis you must lead the way, and I Shall follow after by and by. Straf. My lifes short knarled thred doth stand, Expecting Fates impartiall hand: Heav'n hath my thoughts, (my Lord) yet stay, Shall we nere meet againe? Cant. We may. There's roome enough in Heav'n for two Have more transgrest then I or you: But I what place and time forbeare To name, 'tis GOD knowes when and where.
Printed in the Yeare, of our Prelates feare, 1641. FINIS.