PRINCE ROBERT HIS PLOT DISCOVERED: Wherein is declared, how he caused a soldier to be disguised like himself, who in that habit was set upon and slain by the souldiers of the Parliaments Forces.  
Published to prevent the false and lying Discoveries concerning Prince ROBERT.  
ALSO THE happiness OF PEACE; AND The misery whereinto a Land is engaged by the cruelty of civill and domestic War.  
LONDON, Novemb. 16. Printed for T. Watson and J. Jackson. 1642.   

PRINCE ROBERT His Plot discovered, by causing a soldier to be disguised like himself, who was slain by the Parliaments Forces:  
Also the happiness of peace, and the misery whereinto a land is engaged by domestic war.  

THe habit doth not show the wit of the brain, nor the valour of the heart, it may deceive the expectation and make a peasant seem a gallant Prince, but yet he is but a peasant. And that Prince who doth use any ambiguity of habit to eclipse his beams of honour, is but a counterfeited son, true honour is ever constant, and shines brightest in most apparent danger. This appeared not in Prince Robert, who to avoid the chance of war cast by impartial fate, made another stand between him and the blow of war, being in habit, horse and armor so like Prince Robert, that they took him to be the same plundering Prince, or else some fiery spirit mounted on some airy apparition in the likeness of a horse, some soldiers seeing him( as they thought) made up towards him shot at him, wounded him, and at last ran him many times through the body, but when they thought they had killed Prince Robert, taking of his Beaver that was slain, they discovured a counterfeit Prince, being a soldier whom Prince Robert had caused to bee thus disguised, might spend their furey on this counterfeit Prince, and hereby shewed himself a pale coward, and gaining nothing but dishonour by this disguise. True valour hath no wings, no disguise, it doth love to be real in act, and the greatest geief of this relation is, that it was a disguised Prince Robert, and not Prince Robert himself, who is daily slain with wishes, and whose death is the expectation of the kingdoms happnisse: but though he bee not dead,( and yet that is supposed to be true) he hath by this attempt lost much-reputation, and is dead in famed and honour, and dives but a languishing Sacrifice to be offered to the Genius of this land by th● Souldiers sword.   

Of war in general.  
WAr is the mistris of honour one way, and the lady of dissensions, tumults & contentions another; and that is when she dreamed of a plentifuller world in the moon, then the orb she rules in, she never appears more amiable then when she engageth her knights of the sun in foreign parts, when she stoupes to take her gauge up in a just and lawful quarrel, then doth the trophy of war deck her a bride for Mars, then famed and honour attend her, then swells her lofty plume kist by the wind to curls, then justice arms her hand, and religion is exalted, in whose bright temperature is mixed that majesty, that load-stone like draws victory to her hand, causing the giant elephants of opposition to break their way through fortitude, thunder mock thunder, and the stately towers whose gold-tipt turrets point up to the spheres, do homage to her chariot spokes below: then is Bellona strung up to the height, when canons cloud the azure face of heaven and make the sun appear a ball of fire, when cities flamme as sacrificed by wrath, and fell destruction paves the way before her, when death not satisfied would time destroy in winding up his own catastrophe, & make a Chaos where war sets her foot, there the cries of age and helpless impotents, of suckling mothers & their tender babes, mixed with the dying groans of thousands slain, make up the consort of her harmony: A●d what wins shee when all this game is done, or profit gathers from her desolations, but the bare name of Ours, when nothing is left guilt with the title called Victory: and this is the condition of rough war, and ever was almost, since the first morning of the world broken day, who from the babylonians loftiness, making ascents to heaven, had his pride punished with a sudden fall, from whence the confusion of tongues first rose, became nations, overspread the earth, divided it to each people its part, over which parts sprung up several Rulers and Kings, who with each golden sceptre swayed and ruled their own and were obeied by them; then navigation finding each rule forth, brought kind commerce to be acquainted with them, commerce caused merchants traffic with each other, so as heavens store enriched not all alike, one nation grew beholden to another, till sprung that weed of emulation, who was begot by pride, and ingratude, the worst bread monster in the world, from which fell fury sprung a branch that bore covetous desirings, budding forth contention, blossomed by the heat of resolution, grows to quarrel, and ripens to revenge, whence sprung this Colossus war, the executioner of wrath when mighty Potentates lay by their peace to justle kingdoms into one another, cropping one title to make tother grow; this was of old the pageant of the world, wherein road honour, famed and victory, having waded through the purple of their conquests, crwoned with laurel, were Romes former Caesars, whose famed throughout the world kist their own echoes their meeting ●hem, and terror struck the earth to hear them name, till triple-headed antichrist sprung up and raised up Babels whore of pride again, who with heresy and superstition filled her cup, & tooting her ten-horn'd beast with it through christendom with bulls, beads, bell, book and candle to light their Machiavels profession thorough us, and quiter cry down the name of Protestant, in defence whereof war ought justly to arise, then honour well becomes her, and sits upon her crest indeed,  
Then loud famed entertains her with applause,  
When she wears victory in a righteous cause.   

Of domestic war, or home-contention.  
AS war itself is kept within the bounds of national laws, called the Law of arms, by Princes oaths duly observed and kept, so when the former swords obscured cuts truces bands, it lets war loose into its natural wildness, and death and ruin aim at their advantage, and as flamme feeds on fuel till it be ashes, so war devours the substance of Princes. But when she riseth in her own dominions, and with the high-rais'd wind of her contention, as in a glass, breaks her own form to pieces, nay the very frame and substance of herself, then nature frighted from her swan-downe softness, stands trembling to behold her own sad ruins, when as one land, one King, one people, and one Church, as a rich chain linked fast in one another, breaks off by discord to oppose itself, then war puts on her worst deformity, and grows a terror to her self, opens the fluces from the conduit-heads, whence runs the circuit of her own hearts blood, as witness England in the crown of England, Henry 6. by Richard Duke of York, their opposition stood in no defence, for no blow struck but fell upon the striker, no blood-letter, no blood-loser, but an English man, no blood-drinker but the English can then the father slay the son, the son made way th●row the fathers heart, brother slay brother, kinsman butchered kinsman, friend his friend; the fath●● there the mother childless made, the child the mother husbandlesse; there woeful widows wr●●● their hands, and cries of orphans beat the pitiless air, there no redress appeared, no comfort rose, but lamentation with distraction joined, nature kills nature in a civil war, and one eye is the others Basil●●●, as fiery in execution, as if they tug'd with Turks,  
And Infidels, which that it here may cease,  
Heaven of his goodness turn this war to peace.   

The blessed and happy estate of peace.  
WArs edge is here taken off, and the angry clouds that mustered up their storms, to fight against mountains, all as clear as Cynthia, th● twins of amity, two silver doves have taken their flight unto the olive groves, and there engendered ▪ peace and love together; how happy is that land where they remain, a second Canaan, or new Par●dise, and will require a new inhabitant; there each man may under his own vine enjoy earths heav●● of peace without strife or debate, where peace an● love remain fresh with plenty, unshak'd by autum●, kist by wrinkled age; time halts, not peace, nor ma●●● true love decrepit, nor in his yeeres diurnal wa●●● their store, but lays them in their graves as the● have lived: O would we could this time for tha● exchange!  
And that we may see peace again rrvive,  
May he who other wishes never thrive.    
FINIS.