A Dialogue between Old England and New

New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,

2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 What ails thee hang thy head, and cross thine arms,

4 And sit i' the dust to sigh these sad alarms? 5 What deluge of new woes thus over-whelm

6 The glories of thy ever famous Realm? 7 What means this wailing tone, this mournful guise?

8 Ah, tell thy Daughter; she may sympathize. Old England. 9 Art ignorant indeed of these my woes,

10 Or must my forced tongue these griefs disclose, 11 And must my self dissect my tatter'd state,

12 Which Amazed Christendom stands wondering at? 13 And thou a child, a Limb, and dost not feel

14 My weak'ned fainting body now to reel? 15 This physic-purging-potion I have taken

16 Will bring Consumption or an Ague quaking, 17 Unless some Cordial thou fetch from high,

18 Which present help may ease my malady. 19 If I decease, dost think thou shalt survive?

20 Or by my wasting state dost think to thrive? 21 Then weigh our case, if 't be not justly sad.

22 Let me lament alone, while thou art glad. New England. 23 And thus, alas, your state you much deplore

24 In general terms, but will not say wherefore. 25 What Medicine shall I seek to cure this woe,

26 If th' wound's so dangerous, I may not know? 27 But you, perhaps, would have me guess it out.

28 What, hath some Hengist like that Saxon stout 29 By fraud and force usurp'd thy flow'ring crown,

30 Or by tempestuous Wars thy fields trod down? 31 Or hath Canutus, that brave valiant Dane,

32 The regal peaceful Sceptre from thee ta'en? 33 Or is 't a Norman whose victorious hand

34 With English blood bedews thy conquered Land? 35 Or is 't intestine Wars that thus offend?

36 Do Maud and Stephen for the Crown contend? 37 Do Barons rise and side against their King,

38 And call in Foreign aid to help the thing? 39 Must Edward be depos'd? Or is 't the hour

40 That second Richard must be clapp'd i' th' Tower? 41 Or is it the fatal jar, again begun,

42 That from the red, white pricking Roses sprung? 43 Must Richmond's aid the Nobles now implore

44 To come and break the tushes of the Boar? 45 If none of these, dear Mother, what's your woe?

46 Pray, do not fear Spain's bragging Armado. 47 Doth your Ally, fair France, conspire your wrack,

48 Or doth the Scots play false behind your back? 49 Doth Holland quit you ill for all your love?

50 Whence is this storm, from Earth or Heaven above? 51 Is 't drought, is 't Famine, or is 't Pestilence?

52 Dost feel the smart, or fear the consequence? 53 Your humble Child entreats you shew your grief.

54 Though Arms nor Purse she hath for your relief-- 55 Such is her poverty,--yet shall be found

56 A suppliant for your help, as she is bound. Old England. 57 I must confess some of those Sores you name

58 My beauteous Body at this present maim, 59 But foreign Foe nor feigned friend I fear,

60 For they have work enough, thou knowest, elsewhere. 61 Nor is it Alcie's son and Henry's Daughter

62 Whose proud contention cause this slaughter; 63 Nor Nobles siding to make John no King,

64 French Louis unjustly to the Crown to bring; 65 No Edward, Richard, to lose rule and life,

66 Nor no Lancastrians to renew old strife; 67 No Crook-backt Tyrant now usurps the Seat,

68 Whose tearing tusks did wound, and kill, and threat. 69 No Duke of York nor Earl of March to soil

70 Their hands in Kindred's blood whom they did foil; 71 No need of Tudor Roses to unite:

72 None knows which is the Red or which the White. 73 Spain's braving Fleet a second time is sunk.

74 France knows how of my fury she hath drunk 75 By Edward third and Henry fifth of fame;

76 Her Lilies in my Arms avouch the same. 77 My Sister Scotland hurts me now no more,

78 Though she hath been injurious heretofore. 79 What Holland is, I am in some suspense,

80 But trust not much unto his Excellence. 81 For wants, sure some I feel, but more I fear;

82 And for the Pestilence, who knows how near? 83 Famine and Plague, two sisters of the Sword,

84 Destruction to a Land doth soon afford. 85 They're for my punishments ordain'd on high,

86 Unless thy tears prevent it speedily. 87 But yet I answer not what you demand

88 To shew the grievance of my troubled Land. 89 Before I tell the effect I'll shew the cause,

90 Which are my sins--the breach of sacred Laws: 91 Idolatry, supplanter of a N ation,

92 With foolish superstitious adoration, 93 Are lik'd and countenanc'd by men of might,

94 The Gospel is trod down and hath no right. 95 Church Offices are sold and bought for gain

96 That Pope had hope to find Rome here again. 97 For Oaths and Blasphemies did ever ear

98 From Beelzebub himself such language hear? 99 What scorning of the Saints of the most high!

100 What injuries did daily on them lie! 101 What false reports, what nick-names did they take, 102 Not for their own, but for their Master's sake!

103 And thou, poor soul, wast jeer'd among the rest; 104 Thy flying for the Truth I made a jest. 105 For Sabbath-breaking and for Drunkenness

106 Did ever Land profaneness more express? 107 From crying bloods yet cleansed am not I,            108 Martyrs and others dying causelessly.

109 How many Princely heads on blocks laid down 110 For nought but title to a fading Crown! 111 'Mongst all the cruelties which I have done,

112 Oh, Edward's Babes, and Clarence's hapless Son, 113 O Jane, why didst thou die in flow'ring prime?--

114 Because of Royal Stem, that was thy crime. 115 For Bribery, Adultery, for Thefts, and Lies 116 Where is the Nation I can't paralyze?

117 With Usury, Extortion, and Oppression, 118 These be the Hydras of my stout transgression;

119 These be the bitter fountains, heads, and roots 120 Whence flow'd the source, the sprigs, the boughs, and fruits. 121 Of more than thou canst hear or I relate,

122 That with high hand I still did perpetrate, 123 For these were threat'ned the woeful day 124 I mocked the Preachers, put it fair away.

125 The Sermons yet upon record do stand 126 That cried destruction to my wicked Land. 127 These Prophets' mouths (all the while) was stopt,

128 Unworthily, some backs whipt, and ears crept; 129 Their reverent cheeks bear the glorious marks 130 Of stinking, stigmatizing Romish Clerks;

131 Some lost their livings, some in prison pent, 132 Some grossly fined, from friends to exile went: 133 Their silent tongues to heaven did vengeance cry,

134 Who heard their cause, and wrongs judg'd righteously, 135 And will repay it sevenfold in my lap. 136 This is fore-runner of my after-clap.

137 Nor took I warning by my neighbors' falls. 138 I saw sad Germany's dismantled walls,

139 I saw her people famish'd, Nobles slain, 140 Her fruitful land a barren heath remain. 141 I saw (unmov'd) her Armies foil'd and fled,

142 Wives forc'd, babes toss'd, her houses calcined. 143 I saw strong Rochelle yield'd to her foe,

144 Thousands of starved Christians there also. 145 I saw poor Ireland bleeding out her last,

146 Such cruelty as all reports have past. 147 Mine heart obdurate stood not yet aghast. 148 Now sip I of that cup, and just 't may be

149 The bottom dregs reserved are for me. New England. 150 To all you've said, sad mother, I assent.

151 Your fearful sins great cause there 's to lament. 152 My guilty hands (in part) hold up with you, 153 A sharer in your punishment's my due.

154 But all you say amounts to this effect, 155 Not what you feel, but what you do expect. 156 Pray, in plain terms, what is your present grief?

157 Then let's join heads and hands for your relief. Old England. 158 Well, to the matter, then. There's grown of late

159 'Twixt King and Peers a question of state: 160 Which is the chief, the law, or else the King? 161 One saith, it's he; the other, no such thing.

162 My better part in Court of Parliament 163 To ease my groaning land shew their intent 164 To crush the proud, and right to each man deal,

165 To help the Church, and stay the Common-Weal. 166 So many obstacles comes in their way 167 As puts me to a stand what I should say.

168 Old customs, new Prerogatives stood on. 169 Had they not held law fast, all had been gone, 170 Which by their prudence stood them in such stead

171 They took high Strafford lower by the head, 172 And to their Laud be 't spoke they held 'n th' Tower

173 All England's metropolitan that hour. 174 This done, an Act they would have passed fain

175 No prelate should his Bishopric retain. 176 Here tugg'd they hard indeed, for all men saw 177 This must be done by Gospel, not by law.

178 Next the Militia they urged sore. 179 This was denied, I need not say wherefore.

180 The King, displeased, at York himself absents. 181 They humbly beg return, shew their intents.

182 The writing, printing, posting to and fro, 183 Shews all was done; I'll therefore let it go. 184 But now I come to speak of my disaster.

185 Contention's grown 'twixt Subjects and their Master, 186 They worded it so long they fell to blows, 187 That thousands lay on heaps. Here bleeds my woes.

188 I that no wars so many years have known 189 Am now destroy'd and slaughter'd by mine own. 190 But could the field alone this strife decide,

191 One battle, two, or three I might abide, 192 But these may be beginnings of more woe-- 193 Who knows, the worst, the best may overthrow!

194 Religion, Gospel, here lies at the stake, 195 Pray now, dear child, for sacred Zion's sake,

196 Oh, pity me in this sad perturbation, 197 My plundered Towns, my houses' devastation, 198 My ravisht virgins, and my young men slain,

199 My wealthy trading fallen, my dearth of grain. 200 The seedtime's come, but Ploughman hath no hope 201 Because he knows not who shall inn his crop.

202 The poor they want their pay, their children bread, 203 Their woful mothers' tears unpitied. 204 If any pity in thy heart remain,

205 Or any child-like love thou dost retain, 206 For my relief now use thy utmost skill, 207 And recompense me good for all my ill.

New England. 208 Dear mother, cease complaints, and wipe your eyes, 209 Shake off your dust, cheer up, and now arise.

210 You are my mother, nurse, I once your flesh, 211 Your sunken bowels gladly would refresh. 212 Your griefs I pity much but should do wrong,

213 To weep for that we both have pray'd for long, 214 To see these latter days of hop'd-for good, 215 That Right may have its right, though 't be with blood.

216 After dark Popery the day did clear; 217 But now the Sun in's brightness shall appear. 218 Blest be the Nobles of thy Noble Land

219 With (ventur'd lives) for truth's defence that stand. 220 Blest be thy Commons, who for Common good 221 And thy infringed Laws have boldly stood.

222 Blest be thy Counties, who do aid thee still 223 With hearts and states to testify their will. 224 Blest be thy Preachers, who do cheer thee on.

225 Oh, cry: the sword of God and Gideon! 226 And shall I not on them wish Mero's curse

227 That help thee not with prayers, arms, and purse? 228 And for my self, let miseries abound 229 If mindless of thy state I e'er be found.

230 These are the days the Church's foes to crush, 231 To root out Prelates, head, tail, branch, and rush. 232 Let's bring Baal's vestments out, to make a fire,

233 Their Mitres, Surplices, and all their tire, 234 Copes, Rochets, Croziers, and such trash, 235 And let their names consume, but let the flash

236 Light Christendom, and all the world to see 237 We hate Rome's Whore, with all her trumpery.

238 Go on, brave Essex, shew whose son thou art, 239 Not false to King, nor Country in thy heart,

240 But those that hurt his people and his Crown, 241 By force expel, destroy, and tread them down. 242 Let Gaols be fill'd with th' remnant of that pack,

243 And sturdy Tyburn loaded till it crack. 244 And ye brave Nobles, chase away all fear,

245 And to this blessed Cause closely adhere. 246 O mother, can you weep and have such Peers? 247 When they are gone, then drown your self in tears,

248 If now you weep so much, that then no more 249 The briny Ocean will o'erflow your shore. 250 These, these are they (I trust) with Charles our king,

251 Out of all mists such glorious days will bring 252 That dazzled eyes, beholding, much shall wonder 253 At that thy settled Peace, thy wealth, and splendour,

254 Thy Church and Weal establish'd in such manner 255 That all shall joy that thou display'dst thy banner, 256 And discipline erected so, I trust,

257 That nursing Kings shall come and lick thy dust. 258 Then Justice shall in all thy Courts take place 259 Without respect of persons or of case.

260 Then bribes shall cease, and suits shall not stick long, 261 Patience and purse of Clients for to wrong. 262 Then High Commissions shall fall to decay,

263 And Pursuivants and Catchpoles want their pay. 264 So shall thy happy Nation ever flourish, 265 When truth and righteousness they thus shall nourish.

266 When thus in Peace, thine Armies brave send out 267 To sack proud Rome, and all her vassals rout.

268 There let thy name, thy fame, and valour shine, 269 As did thine Ancestors' in Palestine,

270 And let her spoils full pay with int'rest be            271 Of what unjustly once she poll'd from thee. 272 Of all the woes thou canst let her be sped,

273 Execute to th' full the vengeance threatened. 274 Bring forth the beast that rul'd the world with's beck, 275 And tear his flesh, and set your feet on's neck,

276 And make his filthy den so desolate 277 To th' 'stonishment of all that knew his state. 278 This done, with brandish'd swords to Turkey go,--

279 (For then what is it but English blades dare do?) 280 And lay her waste, for so's the sacred doom, 281 And do to Gog as thou hast done to Rome.

282 Oh Abraham's seed, lift up your heads on high, 283 For sure the day of your redemption's nigh.

284 The scales shall fall from your long blinded eyes, 285 And him you shall adore who now despise. 286 Then fullness of the Nations in shall flow,

287 And Jew and Gentile to one worship go. 288 Then follows days of happiness and rest. 289 Whose lot doth fall to live therein is blest.

290 No Canaanite shall then be found 'n th' land, 291 And holiness on horses' bells shall stand. 292 If this make way thereto, then sigh no more,

293 But if at all thou didst not see 't before. 294 Farewell, dear mother; Parliament, prevail, 295 And in a while you'll tell another tale.

Notes

28 Hengist: co-leader of the Jutes (with Horsa), Hengist was brought into England in 449 by Vortigern, king of the Celts, to oppose the Picts, but Hengist eventually turned against the Celts, forced them out of Kent, and founded a new Kentish dynasty himself. See Bede's Ecclesiastical History, 1.15, 2.5.

31 Canutus: Canute, Danish king of England (1016-35).

36 Maud and Stephen: daughter of Henry I and wife of Geoffrey Plantagenet of Anjou, Maud bore the future Henry II and came to dispute the right of Stephen (ca. 1097-1154), incumbent king of England (1135-43) and nephew of her father, to the throne; after a period of civil war, 1143-53, Stephen resolved the conflict shortly before his death by acknowledging the right of Maud's son as heir to the crown.

39 Edward: Edward II, king of England (1307-27), murdered by followers of his queen, Isabella, and Mortimer.

40 Richard: Richard II, king of England (1377-99), murdered by followers of Henry Bolingbroke, the future Henry IV.

42 the red-white pricking roses: the War of the Roses, from 1455 to 1485, between the house of Lancaster (the red rose) and the house of York (the white rose), resolved when in 1486 Henry VII married Elizabeth, the daughter of Edward IV, and united the two houses.

43 Richmond: Henry Tudor, earl of Richmond, the future Henry VII (1457-1509).

44 the boar: Richard III (1452-85).

46 Armadoe: the great Armada, destroyed off England in 1588.

61 Alcie's son or Henry's daughter: Stephen and Maud (see above,line 36).

63 John: king of England, 1199-1216.

64 French Louis: Louis VIII (1187-1226) invaded England in 1216 but was defeated a year later after the son of the late King John, Henry III, succeeded to the throne.

69 Duke of York: Edmund Plantagenet (1341-1402), founder of the house of York. Earl of March: Roger de Mortimer (1287-1330), who supported Queen Isabella in the murder of her husband Edward II.

75 Edward Third: Edward III, king of England 1327-77. Henry Fifth of fame: Henry V, king of England (1413-22), victor over the French at the battle of Agincourt in 1415.

98 Beelzebub: "lord of flies," name for the devil.

112 Edward's youths: Edward V, son of Edward IV; and Richard, duke of York, the princes murdered by Richard III in the Tower Clarence' hapless son: Edward, earl of Warwick (executed 1499).

113 Jane: Lady Jane Grey, protestant queen of England July 6-19, 1553, and executed by Queen Mary Feb, 12, 1554.

118 hydras: many-headed monsters of classical myth that, having had ahead cut off, replace it with two other heads.

143 Rochelle: La Rochelle, where French protestants (Huguenots) were besieged and defeated 1627-28.

171 Strafford: Sir Thomas Wentworth, first earl of Strafford (1593-1641), main statesman for Charles I, convicted of treason and executed on Tower Hill.

172 Laud: William Laud (1573-1645), archbishop of Canterbury (1633), executed for treason by the Long Parliament for opposing puritan protestantism.

225 Gideon: a hero responsible for defeating the Midianites (Judges 7:18-19).

226 Meroz' curse: Judges 5.23, "Curse ye Meroz, said the angel of the Lord, curse yet bitterly the inhabitants thereof; because they came not to the help of the Lord, to the help of the Lord against the mighty."

232 Baal's vestments: those of a pagan (Canaanite) deity.

233 mitres, surplices: ecclesiastical headdresses and vestments worn by Anglican and Roman priests.

234 Copes, rochets, croziers: ecclesiastical vestments and staffs employed by Anglican and Roman priests.

238 Essex: Robert Devereux, third earl of Essex and leader of the Parliamentary forces 1642-45.

250 Charles: Charles I, king of England (1625-49).

263 pursuivants and catchpoles: officers of arms and sheriff's deputies.

281 Gog: one of two giant figures (the other being Magog) carried in 16th-century London Lord Mayor's processions, based on the mythical giant Gogmagog defeated by Corineus in British prehistory.

282 Abraham's seed: the chosen people of God (Romans 4:13-18).

284 scales: Saul regained his sight on being baptized as Paul (Acts 9:18).

290 Canaanite: pagan people living in ancient Palestine.