THE King's majesty's SPEECH, AS It was delivered the second of November before the university and City of OXFORD. TOGETHER With a gratulatory Replication expressed by that learned Man Doctor William Strode, Orator for the famou● university of OXFORD.  
First printed at Oxford, and now reprinted at London, 1642. Novemb. 9   

The King's majesty's Speech. As it was delivered the second of November, before the university of Oxford.  
TOGETHER With a gratulatory Replication expressed by that learned Man Doctor William Strode, Orator for the famous university of OXFORD.  
IT brings great comfort unto me, that I am now almost in the heart of my kingdom; and it brings more comfort unto me, that I am now in the hearts of my subjects. I would to God we had all one heart in earnest, that so neither my kingdoms should suffer, nor I complain. You see what is daily committed against me (who am indeed the father of your country) and I am most sorry, that any par of my kingdom should own those subjects (who in pretence of religion) should lament it, and destroy it. I come not here as a Cunquerour but as your sovereign, and believe me, there is not a drop of blood hath fallen from a true royal subject, but I have symp●thized with it▪ All the blood is lost, doth but open my wounds the wider, and 〈◊〉 sorry th●t you do not understand it. Believe me on ●●e word of a Prince, on the word of your Sove●●igne, there i● nothing more dear unto me then Re●igion, the Religion of my father and the royal Queen his predecessor, a religion which ever from her own fl●me● hath arised more pure, and multiplied. This is my business to you, in which I hope I shall satisfy both God and you▪ And since I have left the war behind me, take peace and the day while you see it▪ I see the clouds make haste to overcome it. The Scep●er is and must be mine, unite yourselves to maint●ine so honourable, so just a cause, and what one hand cannot infringe, let many maintain: You ha●e God for your cause, you have me for hi● second; and since both are together, who can oppose us: You have seen the first and second victory, which the justice and mercy of God hath been pleased to bestow upon me. In the first we have taken prisoners and slaughtered the chiefest of their men, which was the sinews of victory. In the second, we have taken all their treasure, which is the sinews of war. War and Victory, Victory and war and since the first is come unto us by necessity, I hope the second will be devolved to us and to ours by inheritance.  
Gentlemen, my heart doth bleed to see the loss of so many of my people, and where war cannot prevail upon me, piety hath done. I bleed in your wounds, and am much overcome to hear myself a conqueror. Give me your hearts, and preserve your own bloods. The heart of a Prince is kept warm with the blood of his subjects': the blood of the subjects being not to be preserved, were it not loyally entertained into the heart of the Prince. The movings of my Lord of Essex, did never trouble me, I have offered myself in a quiet and inoffensive march, which I have found as open as it was in my progress.  
I have endeavoured after a desired reconciliation, and I hope ere many days pass over, to see it accomplished. It shall be a great happiness unto me, if through the many troubles and travails of my life, I can distil at last the sovereign balm of peace into the desperate wounds of my distracted kingdom.  

The Speech of the university Orator to gratulate his majesty's coming unto Oxford.  
HIgh words cannot reach the joy that your presence hath created in our hearts, which do bless our eyes for so desired an object. Learning doth acknowledge the mercy of Heaven in bringing your majesty to give voice to the dumb Academy, and renew the Muses, slain by that Briareus of ignorance, which breathes nothing but religion's destruction. Our Oxford hath now thrown off all clouds of discontents, and stands clear, guilded by the beams of your majesty's royal presence. The burden cast on me, is my joy, or rather the joy of the Academy, ecstasied into a learned amazement, and raptured into speech to see your majesty. All gratulation cannot comply with our thoughts, to show the pleasure our fancy takes to behold your majesty. See royal King, how Oxford, beauteous in her age, doth kneel, making tears of joy a Sacrifice, and begging to be protected from threatened ruin. Shall the Spring of learning be damned up? while ignorance doth tear and rend the muse's Garlands, as would both contemn and destroy scholars: For no enemy can learning have, unless it be the ignorant. Your royal majesty is by descent, a protector of learning, and borne (as your Father was) to be the glory and defender of the Muses. This may strongly invite your love, wherein we are already happy in some degrees. But we fear a malignant enemy should violate our clear Minerva, and banish from her both maintenance and glory. Pure zeal doth make them seek with one blow to destroy both learning and Religion, now bleeding and wounding by schismatical heads, and expecting cure from your Royal majesty. Yet our fears are great, and grounded upon the unhappy fate of learning, which is despised of precise scholars that wear black only to mourn for the decease of learning. But joy cannot imagine the time discreet for a just reproose, and therefore I must tell what pleasure doth refresh and water our thirsty Garden, rather than complain of scorching heat of persecution. Our memory must not be active in striving to manifest sorrow incompatible with our present joy. Enlarge rhy self therefore Oxford: and let not any grief so blind thy heart to a stupid peace, but let loud gratulations wound the air with reporting welcome to our Gracious King CHARLES.