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 340 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. 341 THE ROUND-HEADS; or, the Good Old Cause. PROLOGUE, Spoken by the Ghost of _Hewson_ ascending from Hell dress’d as a Cobler.