Breakfast before Colchester, they had best come and fall aboard upon the City, I am fure they have fome Friends here that will bid them welcome: Skippon hath a thousand Horfe for the purpose, and I think they will help pretty well to fetch Recruits out of thefe dogged Fellows of the City, and keep out a perfonal Treaty.

Then mark (my Lords) they'll have this Treaty to be in London; no other Place will ferve them to have the King in but London: I thought they had ` Kings enough at London already: But they'll have K. Charles; that's a malignant Word if you put God to it; for, it is the Cavaliers. Word, and I am for neither. I hope (my Lords) you will be fo too,and not turn Cavaliers now at laft; for, what should we do with King Charles? which of us can look him in the Face. Damme,I think you have as little Reafon to Treat with him as I. Well (my Lords) I have spoken my Mind; I pray you do not order the Printing of my Speech; for,I would not have every Body know my Mind before my felf. I should speak oftener if I might be less in Print; for, a Speech in Print is near kin to Learning, and I hate Learning; I hate a King; I hate King CharlesDo you do fo too, and let's love one another, and be obedient to the State: For, Damme, Sinkme and Ramme nine Miles into the bottom of a Hedge, we are undone,if we do not make Slaves of the City, and keep off a perfonal Treaty.

The last Will and Teftament of the Earl of Pem broke.

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Philip, late Earl of Fembroke and Montgomery, now Knight for the County of Berks, being (as I am told) very weak in Body, but of perfect Memory; for I remember this time five Years I gave the cafting Voice to difpatch old Canterbury; and

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this time two Years I voted no Addrefs to be made to my Master; and this time twelve Month faw him brought to the Block: Yet because Death doth threaten and ftare upon me, (who still have obeyed all those that threatned me) I now make my last Will and Teftament.

Imprimis, For my Soul, I confefs I have heard ve ry much of Souls, but what they are, or whom they are for, God knows, I know not; they tell me now of another World, where I never was, nor do I know one Foot of the Way thither. While the King ftood, I was of his Religion, made my Son wear a Caffock, and thought to make him a Bishop; then came the Scots and made me a Presbyterian ; and fince Cromwell entered, I have been an Independent. Thefe (I believe) are the Kingdom's three Eftates, and if any of these can fave a Soul, I may claim one; therefore if my Executors do find I have a Soul, I give it him that gave it me.

Item, I give my Body, for I cannot keep it, you fee the Chirurgeon is tearing off my Flesh, therefore bury me, (I have Church-Lands enough) but do not lay me in the Church Porch, for I was a Lord, and would not be buried where Colonel Pride was born.

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Item, My Will is, that I have no Monument, for then I must have Epitaphs and Verfes, but all my Life long I have had too much of them.

Item, I give my Dogs (the best Curs that ever Man laid Leg o're)to be divided among the Council of State. Many a fair Day have I follow'd my Dogs, and follow'd' the State both Night and Day; went whither they fent me, fat where they bid me, fometimes with Lords, fometimes with Commons, and now can neither go nor fit: Yet whatever becomes of me,let my poor Dogs not want their Allowance,, nor come within the Ordinance of one Meal a Week.

Item, I give two of my beft Saddle Horses to the Earl of Denbigh, for I fear ere long his own Legs will fail him; but the tallest and strongest in all my Stables, I give to the Academy, for a VaultingHorse for all Lovers of Vertue. All my other Horfes I give to the Lord Fairfaix, that when Cromnell and the States take away his Commiffion, his Lordfhip may have fome Horse to command.

Item, I give my Hawks to the Earl of Carnarvan; his Father was Mafter of the Hawks to the King, and he has Wit fo like his Father, that I begg'd his Wardship, left he in time fhould do fo by me.

Item, I give all my Deer to the Earl of Salisbury, who I know will preserve them, because he denied the King a Buck out of one of his own Parks.

Item, I give my Chaplains to the Earl of Stamford, in regard he never used to have any but his Son the Lord Grey, who being thus both Spiritual and Carnal, may beget more Monsters.

Item, I give nothing to the Lord Say, which Le gacy I give him, because I know he will beftow it on the Poor.

Item, To the Counteffes (my Sifter and my Wife) I now give leave to enjoy their Eftates; but my own Estate I give to my eldest Son, charging him on my Bleffing to follow the Advice of Michael Oldsworth, for though I have had 30000 l. per Annum, yet I die not in Debt above 80000 1.

Item, Because I threatned Sir Henry Mildmay, but did not beat him, I give fifty Pounds to the Footman that cudgell'd him.

Item, My Will is, that the faid Sir Harry fhall not meddle with my Jewels; I knew him when he ferved the Duke of Buckingham; and fince, how he handled the Crown Jewels; for both which Reasons I do now name him, The Knave of Diamonds.

Item, To Tom May (whofe Pate I broke hereto

fore at a Masque) I give five Shillings; I intended him more, but all that have feen his History of the Parliament, think five Shillings too much.

Item, To the Author of the Libel against Ladies, (called News from the Exchange) I give 3 d. for inventing a more obfcene Way of Scribling than the World yet knew; but fince he throws what's rotten and falfe on divers Names of unblemish'd Honour, I leave his Payment to the Footman that paid Sir Harry Mildmay's Arrears, to teach him the Difference 'twixt Wit and Dirt, and to know Ladies that are noble and chafte from downright Roundheads.

Item, I give back to the Affembly of Divines their Claffical, Provincial, Congregational, National, which Words I have kept at my own Charge above feven Years, but plainly find they'll never come to good.

Item, As I reftore other Mens Words, so I give Lieutenant General Cromwell one Word of mine, becaufe hitherto he never kept his own.

Item, To all rich Citizens of London, to all Pres. byterians as well as Cavaliers, I give Advice to look to their Throats, for by Order of the States, the Garison at Whitehall have all got Ponyards, and for new Lights, have bought dark Lanthorns.

Item, I give all my printed Speeches to thefe Per fons following, viz. That Speech which I made in my own Defence, when the feven Lords were accufed of High Treafon, I give to Serjeant Wild, that hereafter he may know what is Treafon, and what is not. And the Speech I made ex tempore, to the Oxford Scholars, I give to the Earl of Manchester, Speaker pro tempore, to the Houfe of Peers, before its Reformation, and Chancellour pro tempore of Cambridge University, fince its Reformation. But my Speech at my Election (which is my Speech without an Oath) I give to thofe that take the Engagement,

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because no Oath hath been able to hold them.

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my other Speeches (of what Colour foever) I give to the Academy, to help Sir Balthazar's Art of Well-fpeaking.

Item, I give up the Ghost.

Concordat cum Originali.

NATHANIEL BRENT.

CODICI L.

Before his Lordship gave his last Legacy, he mentioned other Particulars; but his Sence and Words grew so Independent, that they could not make forth into perfect Legacies: Yet we thought fit to write what he spake, which was in hæc verba.

Item, I give―'s Death, I am very Sick, and my Memory fails me; Sink me, if I can remember what I have elfe to give. I have troubled my Mind with Things of this World; but who the Devil thought Death had been fo near? Ha! what's that? Now 'tis at my Bed's Feet, all bloody. Murther! Murther! Call up my Men: Oldefworth, where a Plague are ye all? I am well holp up, to have fuch Comforters. What, was it but a Cat? A Pox Mew ye, do you take a Lord for a Moufe?

So ho, fo ho; there, there; O brave Jowler : Plague on that Cur; couple him to Royster. Come to Bed, Sweet Heart; come, Duck, comePox rot ye all, where's my Coach? My Lord Mayor hath ftaid at Guild-hall this two Hours That Cock's worth a King's Ranfom; he runs, he runs; a Thousand Pound to a Bottle of Hay Rub, rub, rub; a Pox rub; a Hundred Thousand rubs: 's Death my Bowl's bewitch'd, it has no more Bias than a Pudding I'll to the House, and remove the Obftructions for Sale of the King's Goods

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