SCENE II.
Enter two old French Statesmen. They on their Knees say,
Both.
Long live King Lewis—
1. Statesm.
—The Usurper gone,
France, with one Voice, recalls you to your Throne.
Your Absence they lament—
Lew.
—Is Rodulph dead?
2. Statesm.
And (to the just Reproach of Heav'n) in Bed.
Yet his black Soul did th' Air and Heav'n deform,
And dying Breath did bluster to a Storm.
As if the Troubles (since he ceas'd to live)
Which to the Earth he could no longer give,
He still would through the Aiery Regions drive.
1. Statesm.
The Day which did his last black Night precede,
The bloudy Tyrant had your Death decreed;
And, hearing that to th' English Court you fled,
Sent two Embassadours to demand your Head.
2. Statesm.
But these things may in vacant hours be said.
Our Bark, my Liege, waits ready, to convey
You safe, e're Fame the Secret shall betray.
Kings, caught on forrein Ground, are lawfull Prize:
And for a King what Ransom can suffice?
Lew.
I my Condition may some time conceal;
But cannot from this Court so rudely steal.
Nor can I fear the Danger you foretell,
Knowing the King, and English Hearts, so well.
1. Statesm.
Their generous Minds as nobly you report:
But who can find an English-man at Court?
No private Mind can any Courts controll;
All mov'd by Interest, their common Soul.
2. Statesm.
Hot Places those, where Vertue cannot look;
But withers, dies, and vanishes in Smoak.
1. Statesm.
The private Love is ended that he bore,
Since you are now the Private man no more.