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         Huntly, George Gordon, Marquess of, d. 1649.
      
       
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             The character of a true subiect, or The loyall fidelity of the thrice honourable lord, the Lord Marquesse Huntley expressed in this his speech in the time of his imprisonment, by the Covenanters of Scotland, anno 1640. Together with the fruitlesse hopes of rebellious insurrections, and warres taken in hand, against God his lawes, and their Princes prudent government.
             Huntly, George Gordon, Marquess of, d. 1649.
          
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             1640.
          
           
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           Huntly, George Gordon, -- Marquess of, d. 1649 -- Early works to 1800.
           Covenanters -- Scotland -- Early works to 1800.
           Scotland -- Church history -- 17th century -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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               C
               R
            
             
               HONI
               SOIT
               QVI
               MAL
               Y
               PENCE
            
          
           
             flower surmounted by a crown
          
           
             thistle surmounted by a crown
          
           
             fleur-de-lys surmounted by a crown
          
           
             harp surmounted by a crown
          
        
         
           The
           Character
           of
           a
           True
           Subiect
           ,
           OR
           The
           Loyall
           Fidelity
           of
           the
           thrice
           honourable
           Lord
           ,
           the
           Lord
           Marquesse
           
             Huntley
             ,
          
           expressed
           in
           this
           his
           speech
           in
           the
           time
           of
           his
           imprisonment
           ,
           by
           the
           Covenanters
           of
           
             Scotland
             ,
             Anno
          
           1640.
           
           Together
           with
           the
           fruitlesse
           hopes
           of
           rebellious
           insurrections
           ,
           and
           warres
           taken
           in
           hand
           ,
           against
           God
           his
           Lawes
           ,
           and
           their
           Princes
           Prudent
           Government
           .
        
         
           I
           Stand
           before
           you
           a
           prisoner
           ,
           accused
           of
           
             Loyalty
             ;
          
           For
           who
           can
           charge
           me
           of
           any
           other
           crime
           ?
           you
           seeme
           to
           doe
           me
           some
           great
           favour
           ,
           when
           you
           leave
           it
           to
           my
           free
           election
           ,
           whether
           I
           will
           be
           so
           or
           not
           :
           is
           any
           so
           in
           love
           with
           fetters
           ,
           but
           that
           he
           would
           change
           them
           for
           freedome
           ,
           (
           were
           the
           conditions
           equall
           )
           ?
           true
           it
           is
           ,
           Liberty
           is
           offered
           :
           but
           like
           Merchants
           you
           value
           it
           at
           such
           a
           rate
           ,
           that
           my
           fidelity
           ,
           honour
           ,
           and
           all
           that
           is
           deare
           to
           a
           noble
           mind
           ,
           must
           be
           the
           price
           to
           purchase
           it
           .
           If
           
             I
          
           refuse
           what
           you
           propound
           ,
           rack
           ,
           torture
           ,
           losse
           of
           goods
           ,
           lands
           ,
           and
           perhaps
           life
           it selfe
           :
           (
           a
           hard
           choyce
           )
           it
           is
           in
           my
           power
           to
           bee
           a
           free
           man
           :
           but
           how
           ?
           if
           
             I
          
           will
           be
           a
           slave
           ,
           enter
           into
           covenant
           ,
           and
           take
           an
           oath
           which
           in
           it selfe
           is
           plaine
           periurie
           :
           as
           if
           treason
           were
           nothing
           ,
           unlesse
           
             I
          
           made
           it
           Sacramentall
           .
           
             I
          
           have
           already
           given
           my
           Faith
           unto
           my
           Prince
           ,
           upon
           whose
           head
           this
           Crowne
           is
           by
           law
           of
           Nature
           and
           Nations
           justly
           fallen
           .
           Shall
           
             I
          
           falsifie
           that
           Faith
           ,
           and
           joyne
           my
           wicked
           hands
           with
           yours
           to
           put
           it
           off
           againe
           ?
           (
           Heaven
           forbid
           )
           :
           what
           but
           Religion
           ,
           Liberty
           and
           Glorious
           Shewes
           are
           pretended
           ?
           dare
           not
           all
           Rebels
           cloake
           their
           purposes
           with
           such
           goodly
           titles
           ?
           They
           are
           much
           deceived
           who
           thinke
           that
           religion
           ,
           and
           rebellion
           can
           be
           companions
           ;
           or
           that
           God
           will
           favour
           their
           attempts
           ,
           that
           strike
           at
           himselfe
           through
           the
           princes
           sides
           .
           In
           that
           very
           word
           King
           ,
           there
           is
           such
           a
           Deity
           enclosed
           ,
           that
           who
           wounds
           them
           ,
           wounds
           the
           divine
           Nature
           .
           Why
           doe
           you
           then
           so
           rashly
           draw
           the
           sword
           under
           so
           holie
           a
           vaile
           ?
           was
           religion
           ever
           built
           on
           bloud
           ?
           did
           the
           primitive
           Christians
           ever
           propagate
           the
           Gospell
           with
           other
           then
           their
           owne
           blood
           ?
           which
           they
           at
           all
           times
           shed
           ,
           not
           onely
           to
           God
           ;
           but
           to
           their
           owne
           princes
           although
           pagans
           ,
           but
           never
           against
           them
           .
           As
           the
           Devill
           was
           the
           first
           Rebell
           ,
           so
           
             Iudas
          
           was
           the
           onely
           traitor
           among
           the
           Apostles
           :
           and
           shall
           wee
           ranke
           our selves
           with
           those
           hated
           examples
           of
           disloyaltie
           and
           treacherie
           ?
           But
           were
           our
           case
           good
           ,
           and
           we
           able
           to
           contend
           with
           the
           forces
           of
           
             England
             :
          
           when
           have
           we
           fought
           with
           them
           ,
           but
           we
           have
           beene
           beaten
           ?
           even
           then
           ,
           when
           their
           dominions
           and
           strength
           were
           lesse
           ,
           by
           all
           that
           
             Ireland
          
           and
           
             Wales
          
           have
           added
           to
           their
           power
           :
           and
           then
           ,
           when
           they
           did
           labour
           ,
           both
           with
           forraigne
           ,
           and
           their
           owne
           civill
           distractions
           ,
           their
           title
           no
           better
           then
           the
           sword
           :
           yet
           we
           found
           it
           a
           hard
           taske
           to
           keepe
           our
           Kings
           in
           their
           seates
           ,
           whose
           royall
           off-spring
           wee
           doe
           endeavour
           to
           tumble
           out
           .
           We
           have
           no
           
             France
          
           to
           flee
           unto
           for
           succour
           ,
           our
           ancient
           league
           is
           worne
           out
           ,
           theirs
           wholly
           Simented
           ,
           by
           strong
           tie
           of
           marriage
           .
           To
           depend
           upon
           any
           other
           forraigne
           assistances
           ,
           were
           to
           build
           Castles
           in
           the
           ayre
           .
           And
           besides
           that
           ,
           Traitors
           are
           distastefull
           to
           all
           Kings
           :
           our
           persons
           cause
           ,
           is
           not
           more
           odious
           then
           our
           religion
           .
           It
           is
           easie
           to
           begin
           ,
           but
           let
           us
           see
           what
           will
           be
           the
           event
           of
           such
           ill
           grounded
           warre
           .
           I
           foressee
           with
           horror
           the
           miseries
           that
           attend
           it
           :
           as
           firing
           of
           houses
           ,
           wasting
           of
           goods
           ,
           famine
           ,
           ruine
           of
           townes
           and
           citties
           ,
           and
           the
           unjust
           libertie
           usurped
           ,
           lost
           in
           an
           instant
           and
           for
           ever
           ;
           Wife
           ,
           Children
           and
           Bloud
           ,
           man
           by
           nature
           holds
           most
           deare
           ;
           if
           we
           pittie
           not
           our selves
           ,
           yet
           let
           us
           not
           forget
           them
           wee
           hold
           most
           deare
           :
           Kings
           have
           strong
           hands
           to
           put
           a
           bit
           in
           the
           most
           stubborne
           ;
           if
           you
           cannot
           relish
           gentle
           subjection
           ,
           how
           will
           you
           digest
           slavery
           ?
           Put
           not
           backe
           therefore
           this
           blessed
           arme
           that
           stretcheth
           out
           to
           receive
           us
           ;
           when
           all
           is
           wildernesse
           ,
           we
           shall
           then
           begge
           what
           now
           we
           refuse
           .
        
         
           For
           my
           part
           ,
           I
           am
           in
           your
           powers
           ,
           and
           know
           not
           how
           this
           free
           speech
           of
           a
           prisoner
           will
           be
           taken
           .
           Howsoever
           you
           dispose
           of
           me
           ,
           I
           will
           never
           distaine
           my
           Ancestors
           ,
           nor
           leave
           that
           foule
           title
           of
           Traitor
           ,
           as
           an
           inheritance
           to
           my
           posterity
           :
           you
           may
           when
           you
           please
           take
           my
           head
           from
           my
           shoulders
           ;
           but
           not
           my
           heart
           from
           my
           Soveraigne
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
           
             London
          
           Printed
           by
           
             E.
             G.
          
           and
           are
           to
           be
           sold
           at
           the
           Horse-shooe
           in
           Smithfield
           ,
           1640.
           
        
      
      
  

