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Ben Jonson's Prevision






Ben Jonson told Drummond of Hawthornden that "when the king came to
England, about the time that plague was in London, he being in the
country, at Sir Robert Cotton's house with old Cambden, he saw in a
vision his eldest son, then a young child and at London, appear unto him
with the mark of a bloody cross on his forehead, as if it had been cut
with a sword, at which amazed he prayed unto God, and in the morning he
came unto Mr Cambden's chamber to tell him, who persuaded him it was but
an apprehension, at which he should not be dejected. In the meantime
there came letters from his wife of the death of that boy in the plague.
He appeared to him, he said, of a manly shape, and of that growth he
thinks he shall be at the resurrection."





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