THE FRENCH KING PROVED A Bastard: OR THE AMOURS OF ANNE (Queen to Lewis XIII.) With the Chevalier de Roan. The Second Edition. Published by Authority.

LONDON, Printed for Abel Roper at the Mitre in Fleet-street near Temple-Bar, 1691. Price 4d.

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To the Right Honourable John Lord Lovelace, &c.

MY LORD,

THis small Treatise, like a Travel in­to the Mountains of the Moon, for the Bed of Nile, being a full Inquiry into the Little Birth of our GREAT LEWIS, Your Lordships Favour to the Subject of this History, has encouraged the fixing so No­ble a Name before it: Nor let Our Mighty Monsieur's Idolizers themselves take Offence at the Theme, it being, perhaps, not the least of his Honour, that so Diminutive a Seed should give Root and Production to so Pro­digious a Spreading Greatness: Nor can I do his Homagers, and Adorers a kinder piece of Justice, than making a Consecrated Relique of his very Swaddling-Clouts. I confess, in­deed, I have taken the easier Work in hand; the Delineation of his minuter Original, be­ing something a fezible Undertaking, when the Description of his fuller Growth, the Manhood of our Prodigious Hero, is almost Impossible: Impossible, indeed, when all the publick Declarations, the whole Neighbour­ing World around him, have so justly, and so unanimously confess'd their Inability of matching his Lineaments, even amongst Hea­thens and Turks; and truly if the least re­sembling Feature of him can be found in the spacious Creation, we must look amongst the Remoter Indies for it; and consider Our [Page] Great Lewis's Ambition, as only a more Hideous, Wild, Indian Delirium, running a Muck at all Mankind.

But while I presume to commit this piece into your Lordships Protection, my Duty leads me to a just and awful Veneration of that Honour to which I Address. In all the Rapidity of our late Driving Jehu's, your Lordship carries this Triumph, that in their highest Exaltation, and most formidable Pre­valence, you never bent a Knee. Your Spirit was too Masculine to flow with a Tide, and chose rather singly to stand the Indignation of Power, than herd amongst the Flatterers of it. And if so much true British Merit, as shines in your Lordship, so late a Royal Fa­vourite, makes so new a Figure in Court, we are to consider, that in the former Sway, when French Counsels and French Gold reigned too Potent, Your Lordship thought Your self a very unqualified English Cour­tier in a Court so little an English One, and 'tis perhaps Your Highest Glory, to have no sooner a Call to Glory.

But, alas! Your Lordships Historian is not my Province; 'tis enough to have chosen a Patriot for a Patron, and to pride my self in this occasion of publishing my self,

My Lord,
Your Lordships most Devoted, Obedient Servant.

TO THE READER.

AFter so many Years Vassalage to France, our too long and too Scandalous Dege­neracy, Providence having at last raised us the fair Hopes of being English-men once more, I make my True British Reader no disacceptable Present in the Contents of this Hi­story, unfolding the Great Mystery of Iniquity, the true Extract and Generation of our Great Disturber of the World, Lewis XIV. But though this Narrative may be somewhat Novel here, it has been the Universal Outcry of France. The known Frigidity of Lewis XIII. and the Birth of this Deodat, so called, after 23 years Child­less Marriage, with all other attending Cir­cumstances, so plainly convincing the Impossi­bility of his being his Reputed Royal Father's Begetting, that nothing but the Forehead of a Legender must pretend it. The famous Barri­cado of Paris, and so formidable a Revolt under such Great Leaders against him, at his first Accession to the Throne, too publickly proclaimed his Extraneous Birth, insomuch that all Tongues were full of it, Reason con­firmed it, and scarce a Doubt or Scruple to question it. 'Tis true, indeed, His Canine Teeth and the French Slavery growing up to­gether, so bold and so dangerous a Truth was a [Page] little hush'd, and durst talk no louder than in the Whispers and Murmurs of Closets. And if any critical Reader should ask why this History ne­ver saw Light in England till now, let him but think when he moves that Question, and he will soon answer himself, by considering, that in the two last French-pension Reigns, when Cole­man told Le Chaise [The Interest of My Ma­ster and Yours are inseparable] the very At­tempt of so hideous a Profanation against our then adored Idol of France, our Grand Master Lewis had pull'd down that inevitable Thunder against so capital a Transgressor, as had undoubt­edly raised both Publisher and Printer a higher Gibbet than Hamans. For Instance of which, a Paper but a little inclining this way, only in some Minute Reflections upon the Birth of Lewis, our present Theme, was about the latter end of King Charles's Reign burnt at Char­ing-Cross by the common Hangman, and the Impression suppress'd. And if the Prosecution stop'd there, 'twas more for the politick hushing of the Subject of the Paper, than in any Mercy to the Author or Promoter.

Now after this full and thorough Search into the Cradle of our Son of Thunder, Lewis, after examining the Nest, the Egg, the Brooding and the Hatching; though the whole Conduct of his Reign has been so much the Subject of Humane Amazement and Horror, I must do him this publick Right, as to own I am not so much star­tled [Page] as the rest of the foolish World may be. For example, to survey him round, what if, in the first place, History or Chronicle have rarely or never afforded his Match in Breach of Treaties a­broad, or Oaths and Sacraments at home? For let us consider him as he is: Why should we ex­pect His Honour any Stronger than his Mothers! Imposture was his Foundation, and Falshood and Treachery run in his Veins. What Wonder then that he should Reign in Perjury, when he was Begot in it? Infidelity govern'd the whole Ascendant at his Conception, and the continu­ing of its Influence ever since, is only to make his Life of a piece with his Nativity; and the Wielding of his Scepter an Original like his Means of Gaining it. But then he takes De­light in shamefully Falsifying and Faith­breaking with Sovereign Heads—Yes; Royalty is no Kin to him; and therefore his Aversion. The Cannibal never devours a Can­nibal, and Lewis preys upon Princes, because they are Aliens and Heterogenes to Himself. I confess however there is yet one Prince in the World at least, that our Lewis has some kind­ness for. And strong cause why: For he was learning after his own Copy, to keep Faith as little as Himself, and as once so hopeful a Profi­cient under so Great a Gamaliel, he loves him for some little Likeness-sake. But then what's more Monstrous, he Leagues with Mahomet-Yes, his Engagement with the Turk against [Page] Christendom is a little Notorious, and the Alcoran is more in his Favour than the Bible. And good Reason. For That will never rise up in Judgment against him, though This shall. Though he has made bold to crack a small Oath, when he Swore to the Edict of Nants; and another Oath and Sacrament that he would never invade Flanders, &c. He was never For­sworn upon the Alcoran, though he has been up­on the Evangelists. 'Tis true the Clamours of Europe are justly loud against him for the Sanguinary Principles and unprecedented Cru­elties of the hard-mouth'd Lewis—But for my part it is a less Subject of my Admiration, when my little Reading in Physicks leads me to consider that those Principles in him, and that Propensity to Blood lye only at Na­ture's Door. Do we not daily see the very same natural Inclinations predominant even in In­ferior Animals? What treacherous ill nature shall we find in a Mungril, compared with the Generosity of a True Begotten Mastiff?

One Advertisement I must give my Reader, viz. That our young Monsieur Legrand, after­wards dignified the Chevalier de Roan (whom in respect to his exalted Fortunes in his Royal Mistresses Favours, I rather mention by his Ti­tle than his Name) has not here finish'd his Hi­story: The fatal Catastrophe of that poor Gentle­man, the Tragick Conclusion of his Dear bought Pleasures, being reserved for a second Volum.

ADVERTISEMENT.

THere is lately Published the Life and Reign of Innocent XI. late Pope of Rome, whereunto is prefixed his Essigies: Written by an Impartial Hand.

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