A DIALOGUE BETWEEN ANTHONY Earl of Shaftsbury, AND Captain THOMAS WALCOTT, Upon their Meeting in PLUTO's Kingdome.
Walcott.
CUrs'd be those Eyes that sees him where he stands,
That has Disturb'd the best of Kings, of People, and of Lands.
Had Nature gave him but his Sons proportion
Of Wit, and Mind, as little as his Station,
I had been Happy, and ne're doom'd to see
The dolesome Shades of Nights Eternity,
But freed from Plots and Treasons, liv'd to see
Dame Nature my Imprison'd Soul to Free.
Shaftsbury.
What's
Walcott come, why then I plainly see,
Nor
Hell, nor
Holland, ever can be free
From my accursed Crew: Fools, did you think
Rebellion kept too long, would never Stink?
Believe't tis true, when Treasons in the thought,
It must to Action presently be brought;
'Tis dangerous, when the case on Tip-Toe stands,
To make delay, Treason's not safe in many hands.
Walcott.
Ah! Sir, but think o'th' groans of Orphans, and the Tears
Of Widdows, and how this to Heaven appears.
Think what sad Doom it brought on me & others
And in what Infamy our Race it Smothers.
No Age can Parrallel a Crime so foul,
Unless the Antecedent, wherein your Soul
Was no small Agent, for no Plot could be
Against the King, or Kingdom,
Tony Free:
As if Dame Nature you for naught design'd
But mischief, and our First Parents Mind
To you She gave, who scarce a day could Live,
But must Rebell 'gainst Heavens Prerogative.
Shaftsbury.
Relenting Fool! does pitty moove Thee here,
Where pitty can't be had, shake off thy Fear,
And take a Mind worthy thy Name agen,
Swear that, nor Gods, nor Kings, nor Men,
Should scape thy Fury, if thou could'st but be
In
Holland once again with
Shaftsbury.
Then thou shalt Merrit
Pluto's just Reward,
The first Commission'd Captain of his Guard.
Walcott.
Rewards with Souldiers seldom fail tomoove,
But such Rewards, I cannot well approve.
And if a Captain must, I'de rather Head
A Thousand
Red-Coats in
Hide-Park, then Lead
Myriads of black Locusts in
Elysium,
Which from the Wilderness of Sins have come.
These need a
Ferguson which knows all Tongues,
All Sins & Wickednesses, to guide your Throngs:
I to these but a petty Captain am,
And with me every Souldier cut the Sham:
Therefore on them let Honour be confer'd,
That from your Lordship it have best deserv'd.
Shaftsbury.
If I again from
Pluto's Kingdom come,
I'le turn the Scales, I'le make
Geneva, Rome,
I'le Cant no more, but
Hallalujahs Sing,
And to my Consult, all the Jesuits bring:
I'le Converse Men, who dare like
Russel Dye,
First to Contrive, and then maintain a Lye
With their last Breath: These are the Men,
That dare be Wicked, and defend their Sin.
FINIS.
LONDON, Printed by William Downing, 1683.