The pagan prince, or, A comical history of the heroick atchievements of the Palatine of Eboracum by the author of the Secret history of King Charles II and K. James II.

Chap. 38. How the Palatine set the Albio∣nians and the Belgians a third time together by the Ears, by a Wile.

THe Palatine now thinking he stood upon even terms in point of Honour with his two Rival Archithalassus's, by Santo Martin••, and Santo Christophoro, quo he, I had rather be an absolute Sultan over ten Pagan, than a precarious Monarch over Millions of Chri∣stians. I will have t'other Bout with the Bel∣gians, tho' I Sacrifice all the Christians in Al∣bion to the Manes of my Great Grandam. It is decreed, nor shall thy Fate, Curst Albion, resist my Vow. What tho' she were a Peterine de Venus, a Daughter of Joy, and blew up

one of her Husbands into a Tree? her Head was Diadem'd, and they ought not to have put her to Death. Now Antichrist assist me, for I have a notable Project in my Head—With that, Sirrah, quo the Palatine to a Tri∣ton standing by him, the Belgian Fleet is out, and Sailing through St. George's Sleeve, go forthwith, take an Oyster-boat, and three Men with every one a Snap Cane Gun in their hands; then put up a piece of an old red Pet∣ticoat upon the top of the Mast, and Sail through the Belgian Fleet; if they refuse to strike to that Rag, let fly at 'em, and denounce War against 'em. To whom the Triton, Mighty Palatine, quo he, the Belgians and we are now at Peace, how shall I answer such a Breach? Slave, quo the Palatine, I am what I am, and will be obey'd. He spoke with such a dreadful Voice, and frown'd so terribly, that the Triton seeing the Hair of his Eye∣brows and his Beard almost ready to meet, made such haste, that he broke his Nose against the Door; however he stopt not for that; but ran bleeding down Stairs for fear of a Kick o'the Bum that should have sent him head∣long to Acheron. Away he goes with his Oy∣ster-boat and his red Rag, and commanded the Belgian Archithalassus to strike. At whose Command? quo the Grim Belgian. At my

Masters, the Palatine of Eboracum, quo the Albionian Triton. Be gone, quo the Belgian, or else I'le send thee and thy Wherry to the Stygian Lake. Not strike! quo the Triton; and with that he order'd his three Phocas's to snap their three Cane Guns, at the Belgian Archithalassus. Upon which, the Belgian or∣der'd one of his Phocasses to let down his Bree∣ches and give the Albionian Triton a Tail-shot; which the Phocas plac'd so exactly, and sent it with that fury, that the force of the Wind had almost over-set the Albionian Fanfan. With that the Triton call'd out with a loud Voice to the Belgian Archithalassus, and de∣fy'd him in the Palatine's name; and so return∣ing to the Palatine, told him what he had done. No more, the War's begun then, quo the Palatine. Some relate the Story otherwise, as how that the Palatine commenc'd a Suit upon a Scan. Mag. against the Belgians by his Attor. Gen. and having got Judgment by De∣fault for Ten hundred thousand Millions of Pounds Damages, he order'd his C. Justiciary to give Sentence against them as Disturbers of the Peace of Albion, and Enemies of his Go∣vernment. So that there was nothing want∣ing, but to take the Belgians in Execution, which he Swore by the Pavillion of Mars, he would do before a Week were over, tho' he

were himself, the Special Bailiff And so away he flung to consult his Loyolists what farther course to take.