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Salmasius, who heretofore skulked under a wrong name, and now 
go by no name at all, to appear before another tribunal, and before 
other judges, when perhaps you may not hear those little applauses 
which you use to be so fond of in your own school.” Then, going 
to the foot of the title-page, he finds “ Sumptibus Regiisf on which 
he goes off: — “At the king’s charge. 0 mercenary and chargeable 
advocate ! Could you not afford to write a defence for Charles the 
father, whom you pretend to be the best of kings, to Charles the 
son, the most indigent of all kings, but it must be at the poor 
king’s charge ? But though you are a knave, you would not make 
yourself ridiculous in calling it the king’s defence ; for you having 
sold it, it is no longer yours, but the king’s indeed ; who bought it 
at the price of a hundred Jacobuses — a great sum for a poor king to 
disburse. I know very well what I say, and it is well known 
enough who brought the gold, and the purse wrought with beads. 
We know who saw you stretch out greedy fists under pretence of 
embracing the king’s chaplain who brought the present; but, 
indeed, to embrace the present itself, and by accepting it, to 
exhaust almost the king’s treasury.” 
“ But now the man comes himself — the door creaks— the actor 
comes on the stage.” 
In this strain of personality, badinage, and abuse, he continues 
to the end; not dignified certainly, but the Latin dress takes 
somewhat off its scurrility. He has one or two stock subjects 
of allusion. One is that Salmasius has a termagant wife. In 
Salmasius’ work he quotes, as Father Maxwell had quoted, the 
example of the lower animals in favour of absolute monarchy : — 
“ The bees have a king over them, the bees of Trent you mean ; 
do you remember? All other bees you yourself confess to be 
Commonwealths.” “ But leave off playing the fool with bees — 
they belong to the muses, and, you see, confute such a beetle as you 
are.” “ Now you begin to be personally concerned. ‘ Gallus 
Gallinaceus,’ you say, ‘has both cocks and hens under him.’ 
How can that be? since you who yourself are Gallus” (a Frenchman) 
“ by report cannot govern your own single hen, but let her govern 
you.” Again : — “ I will throw you a great many barleycorns, if 
in ransacking this dunghill book of yours you can show me but 
one jewel. But why should I promise you barley, that never 
