And all bare-headed cry, God save ye King!"
The Repartee, unto this Blasphemie.
"Descende thou great Usurper from ye throne,
Thou, throughe thy pride, tooke what was not thine owne;
A Rope did better fitte thee than a Crowne,
Come Carnifex, and put ye Traytor downe,
For crownes and sceptres, and such sacred things
Doe not belong to Traytors, but to Kings;
Let therefoe all true Loyall subjects sing,
Vive le Roy! Long Live! God bless ye King!"