serve the Royal Interest: You, Sir, who are obliged by a double
Duty to Love, Honour, and Obey his Majesty, both as a Father and a King!
O undissolvable Knot! O Sacred Union! what Duty, what Love, what
Adoration can express or repay the Debt we owe the first, or the
Allegiance due to the last, but where both meet in one, to make the Tye
Eternal; Oh what Counsel, what Love of Power, what fancied Dreams of
Empire, what fickle Popularity can inspire the heart of Man, or any
Noble mind, with Sacrilegious thoughts against it, can harbour or
conceive a stubborn disobedience: Oh what Son can desert the Cause of an
Indulgent Parent, what Subject, of such a Prince, without renouncing the
Glory of his Birth, his Loyalty, and good Nature.

Ah Royal lovely Youth! beware of false Ambition; wisely believe your
Elevated Glory, (at least) more happy then a Kings, you share their
Joys, their pleasures and magnificence, without the toils and business
of a _Monarch_, their carefull days and restless thoughtfull nights;
know, you art blest with all that Heaven can give, or you can wish; your
Mind and Person such, so excellent, that Love knows no fault it would
wish to mend, nor Envy to increase! blest with a Princess of such
undisputable charming Beauty, as if Heaven, designing to take a peculiar
care in all that concerns your Happiness, had form'd her on purpose,
to compleat it.

Hail happy glorious Pair! the perfect joy and pleasure of all that look
on ye, for whom all Tongues and Hearts have Prayers and Blessings; May
you out-live Sedition, and see your Princely Race as Numerous as
Beautifull, and those all great and Loyal Supporters of a long Race of
_Monarchs_ of this Sacred Line, This shall be the perpetual wish, this
the Eternal Prayer of

_SIR,
Your Graces most Humble,
and most Obedient Servant_,
A. BEHN.

THE ROUND-HEADS;

or, the Good Old Cause.

PROLOGUE,

Spoken by the Ghost of _Hewson_ ascending from Hell dress'd as a Cobler.

_I am the Ghost of him who was a true Son
Of the late _Good Old Cause_, ycleped _Hewson_,
Rous'd by strange Scandal from th' eternal Flame
With noise of Plots, of wondrous Birth and Name,
Whilst the sly Jesuit robs us of our Fame.
Can all their Conclave, tho with Hell th' agree,
Act Mischief equal to Presbytery?
Look back on our Success in Forty One,
Were ever braver Villanies carried on,
Or new ones now more hopefully begun?
And shall our Un