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         Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660.
      
       
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             Hugh Peters figaries: or, His merry tales, and witty jests both in city, town & countreys. In a pleasant and historical discourse; shewing, 1. His merry pranks and conjurations, betwixt the miller and his wife, and the parson of the town in a kneading trough; with their several speeches. 2. How Mr. Peters was [illegible] by the butchers wife; and how he lighted the blind harper. With the rare conceits upon the citizens wives. 3. How he pretended to cloath Christ in a biff-coat; his opening of heaven gates to a committee-man; and how he looked for that monster Oliver Cromwel, but could not find him. With many other delightful stories. Licensed according to order.
             Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660.
          
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           Hugh
           Peters
           Figaries
           OR
           ,
           His
           merry
           Tales
           ,
           and
           witty
           Jests
           ,
           both
           in
           City
           ,
           Town
           &
           Countreys
           .
           In
           a
           pleasant
           and
           Historical
           Discourse
           ;
           shewing
           ,
        
         
           1.
           
           
             His
             merry
             Pranks
             and
             Conjunctions
             ,
             betwixt
             the
             Miller
             and
             his
             Wife
             ,
             and
             the
             Parson
             of
             the
             Town
             in
             a
             Kneading
             Trough
             ;
             with
             their
             several
             Speeches
             .
          
        
         
           2.
           
           
             How
             Mr.
          
           Peters
           
             was
             〈◊〉
             by
             the
             Butchers
             Wife
             ;
             And
             how
             he
             lighted
             the
             Blind
             Harper
             .
             With
             〈◊〉
             rare
             Conceits
             upon
             the
             Citizens
             Wives
             .
          
        
         
           3.
           
           
             How
             he
             pretended
             to
             cloath
             Christ
             in
             a
             Buff-Coat
             ;
             His
             opening
             of
             Heaven
             Gates
             to
             a
             Committee-man
             ;
             And
             how
             he
             looked
             for
             that
             Monster
          
           Oliver
           Cromwel
           ,
           
             but
             could
             not
             find
             him
             .
             With
             many
             other
             delightful
             Stories
             .
          
        
         
           Licensed
           according
           to
           Order
           .
        
         
         
           Printed
           for
           
             George
             Horton
             ,
          
           living
           in
           Fig
           〈…〉
           1660
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           Hugh
           Peters
           Figaries
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           
             How
             
               Mr.
               Peters
            
             being
             belated
             on
             a
             Journey
             ,
             lodged
             at
             a
             Millers
             house
             ,
             and
             what
             passed
             between
             him
             and
             the
             Miller
             .
          
           
             MR.
             
               Peters
            
             being
             on
             a
             Journey
             inquired
             of
             a
             Miller
             whom
             he
             saw
             standing
             on
             his
             Mill
             ,
             where
             he
             might
             have
             a
             lodging
             for
             himself
             ,
             and
             conveniencie
             for
             his
             Horse
             ;
             the
             Miller
             answered
             ,
             
               He
               knew
               no
               place
               thereabout
               :
            
             Whereupon
             
               Peters
            
             travelled
             on
             his
             way
             ,
             till
             he
             came
             to
             a
             little
             house
             ,
             which
             appeared
             to
             be
             the
             Millers
             ;
             there
             he
             knocks
             ,
             the
             good
             woman
             coming
             to
             the
             door
             ,
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             desired
             lodging
             ;
             she
             told
             him
             she
             had
             but
             one
             bed
             in
             the
             house
             ,
             and
             therein
             lay
             her
             Husband
             and
             her self
             ,
             but
             if
             he
             would
             be
             content
             with
             clean
             straw
             in
             the
             Barn
             ,
             he
             might
             .
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             accepted
             the
             proffer
             ,
             and
             betakes
             himself
             to
             the
             Barn
             ,
             where
             he
             had
             not
             lain
             long
             ,
             but
             through
             a
             small
             cranny
             ,
             he
             spies
             a
             man
             with
             a
             bottle
             of
             Wine
             and
             a
             Capon
             ;
             which
             was
             no
             sooner
             brought
             ,
             but
             immediately
             a
             good
             fire
             was
             made
             ,
             and
             down
             thereto
             it
             went
             ;
             anon
             knocks
             the
             Miller
             ,
             all
             the
             while
             the
             Dame
             was
             sore
             affrighted
             ,
             and
             presently
             conveys
             away
             the
             Capon
             on
             the
             spit
             ,
             puts
             out
             the
             fire
             ,
             hides
             her
             friend
             in
             a
             kneading
             Trough
             ,
             and
             then
             opened
             the
             door
             for
             her
             husband
             .
             The
             good
             man
             being
             weary
             ,
             betakes
             himself
             to
             rest
             ;
             which
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             seeing
             ,
             bethought
             how
             he
             might
             be
             master
             of
             that
             Capon
             ;
             and
             to
             effect
             it
             ,
             leaving
             the
             Barn
             ,
             he
             comes
             to
             the
             house
             door
             ,
             knocks
             ,
             and
             straight
             there
             appears
             the
             Miller
             :
             
               Honest
               Friend
               ,
            
             quoth
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
               ,
               I
               enquired
               of
               you
               for
               a
               lodging
               ,
               but
               you
               knew
               of
               none
               ,
               therefore
               I
               am
               content
               with
               this
               Barn
               ;
               but
               being
               exceeding
               hungry
               ,
               I
               desire
               you
               to
               refresh
               me
               with
               what
               you
               have
               ,
               I
               shall
               content
               you
               to
               your
               own
               desire
               .
            
             Indeed
             ,
             quoth
             the
             Miller
             ,
             I
             have
             nothing
             but
             a
             brown
             Loaf
             ,
             and
             a
             piece
             of
             Suffolk
             Cheese
             ,
             you
             are
             welcome
             to
             that
             ,
             and
             so
             opens
             the
             door
             .
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             being
             in
             ,
             said
             ,
             
               Now
               my
               friend
               ,
               what
               if
               I
               should
               try
               a
               conclusion
               for
               some
               victuals
               ,
               thou
               ld'st
               not
               be
               angry
               ,
               wouldst
               thou
               ?
            
             I
             angry
             ,
             no
             in
             truth
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             not
             I
             ,
             quoth
             the
             Miller
             .
             With
             that
             ,
             quoth
             
               Hugh
               ,
               When
               I
               was
               a
               Youth
               I
               could
               conjure
               ,
               and
               I
               think
               I
               have
               not
               forgot
               :
            
             So
             uttering
             some
             barbarous
             words
             ,
             and
             making
             strange
             figures
             with
             his
             fingers
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             
               Look
               in
               such
               a
               place
               ,
               and
               see
               what
               there
               is
               .
            
             Oh
             Sir
             ,
             quoth
             the
             Miller
             ,
             I
             pray
             do
             not
             conjure
             ,
             I
             dare
             
             not
             do
             as
             you
             command
             me
             :
             Prethee
             ,
             saith
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
               ,
            
             do
             so
             as
             I
             say
             ,
             and
             fear
             not
             ,
             we
             shall
             have
             good
             chear
             anon
             .
             By
             these
             perswasions
             the
             Miller
             was
             wrought
             upon
             ,
             He
             looks
             ,
             and
             finds
             a
             goodly
             Capon
             piping
             hot
             ,
             which
             he
             brings
             forth
             :
             To
             this
             they
             both
             fall
             to
             ;
             but
             
               Hugh
            
             complaining
             of
             the
             smallness
             of
             the
             Millers
             drink
             ,
             would
             needs
             conjure
             again
             :
             so
             doing
             as
             before
             ,
             He
             bid
             the
             Miller
             look
             in
             such
             a
             place
             ,
             which
             he
             did
             ,
             and
             there
             found
             a
             bottle
             of
             Wine
             :
             This
             they
             drank
             ,
             the
             Miller
             admiring
             ,
             and
             believing
             wicked
             
               Hugh
            
             to
             be
             a
             Conjurer
             ;
             who
             said
             ,
             
               What
               if
               I
               should
               shew
               thee
               the
               Devil
               that
               brought
               these
               good
               things
               ?
            
             Oh
             (
             quoth
             the
             Miller
             )
             for
             Gods
             sake
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             forbear
             ,
             I
             never
             saw
             the
             Devil
             yet
             ,
             and
             I
             would
             not
             see
             him
             now
             .
             Nay
             ,
             saith
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
               ,
               Do
               you
               do
               ,
               as
               I
               I
               shall
               instruct
               you
               ,
               and
               you
               need
               not
               fear
               ;
               stand
               in
               the
               next
               Room
               ,
               and
               when
               I
               stamp
               ,
               then
               come
               forth
               .
            
             With
             much
             perswasions
             he
             went
             in
             ;
             being
             gone
             ,
             
               Peters
            
             steps
             to
             the
             Trough
             ,
             wherein
             the
             kind
             Devil
             had
             hid
             himself
             ;
             and
             uncovering
             it
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             
               Go
               your
               ways
               ,
               and
               be
               glad
               you
               scape
               so
               .
            
             Out
             goes
             the
             man
             ,
             and
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             then
             stamps
             with
             his
             foot
             :
             whereupon
             presently
             appears
             the
             Miller
             .
             
               Look
               ,
            
             saith
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
               ,
               see
               you
               where
               the
               Devil
               goes
               ?
            
             Good
             God
             ,
             replyed
             the
             Miller
             ,
             if
             you
             had
             not
             said
             it
             was
             the
             Devil
             ,
             I
             durst
             have
             sworn
             it
             had
             been
             the
             Parson
             of
             our
             Parish
             .
             
               As
               indeed
               it
               was
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             lighted
             the
             blind
             Harper
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             being
             in
             company
             with
             a
             Parliament-man
             one
             evening
             ,
             it
             so
             happened
             ,
             that
             a
             blind
             Harper
             coming
             by
             ,
             and
             hearing
             their
             Discourse
             ,
             began
             to
             play
             ;
             upon
             which
             they
             willed
             him
             to
             come
             into
             the
             house
             ;
             And
             having
             done
             ,
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             called
             to
             his
             friends
             servant
             to
             light
             the
             blind
             Harper
             out
             .
             To
             whom
             the
             servant
             said
             ,
             Sir
             ,
             
               The
               Harper
               is
               blind
               .
            
             Why
             then
             (
             quoth
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
               )
            
             he
             hath
             the
             more
             need
             of
             Light
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             cheapned
             a
             close
             Stool
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             once
             cheapned
             a
             close
             Stool
             ;
             but
             the
             shop-keeper
             asked
             (
             as
             he
             thought
             )
             too
             much
             for
             it
             ,
             but
             still
             commended
             his
             commodity
             ,
             willing
             him
             to
             note
             the
             goodness
             of
             the
             Lock
             and
             Key
             :
             At
             which
             he
             replyed
             ,
             
               I
               have
               small
               use
               for
               either
               Lock
               or
               Key
               ,
               for
               I
               purpose
               to
               put
               nothing
               in
               it
               ,
               but
               what
               I
               care
               not
               who
               steals
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             cloathed
             Christ
             in
             a
             Buff-Coat
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             preaching
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             told
             his
             Auditory
             he
             had
             brought
             them
             Christ
             in
             a
             Buff-Coat
             ;
             saying
             ,
             
               Here
               ,
               take
               him
               while
               you
               may
               have
               him
               ,
               for
               if
               you
               refuse
               him
               this
               time
               ,
               I
               'le
               carry
               him
               with
               me
               to
               New-England
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             went
             to
             Heaven
             and
             Hell
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             in
             the
             midst
             of
             one
             of
             his
             Sermons
             ,
             dives
             down
             ,
             and
             rising
             up
             again
             ,
             Faith
             ,
             My
             Beloved
             ,
             Where
             think
             you
             I
             have
             been
             now
             ?
             I
             'le
             tell
             you
             ,
             I
             have
             been
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             and
             there
             's
             my
             Lord
             
               Bradshaw
               ;
            
             but
             to
             say
             the
             truth
             ,
             I
             did
             not
             see
             
               Cromwel
               ;
            
             the
             Lord
             knows
             whither
             the
             Great
             Wind
             blew
             him
             .
             Then
             diving
             again
             ,
             Now
             ,
             saith
             he
             ,
             I
             have
             been
             in
             Hell
             ,
             and
             there
             were
             a
             number
             of
             factious
             Parliament
             men
             ,
             Old
             Usurers
             ,
             and
             young
             Sequestrators
             ,
             and
             that
             they
             might
             believe
             it
             to
             be
             true
             as
             that
             Gospel
             ,
             shewing
             a
             Paper-book
             with
             Notes
             ,
             bound
             up
             like
             a
             Testament
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             was
             served
             by
             the
             Butchers
             Wife
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             ingratiating
             himself
             with
             a
             Butchers
             Wife
             ,
             who
             was
             somwhat
             handsome
             ,
             did
             with
             much
             intreaty
             gain
             her
             consent
             to
             be
             her
             Visiter
             at
             midnight
             ,
             and
             she
             ordered
             him
             to
             come
             at
             such
             a
             time
             ,
             and
             put
             his
             hand
             under
             the
             door
             ,
             where
             he
             should
             finde
             the
             Key
             which
             should
             open
             a
             passage
             to
             her
             Chamber
             :
             He
             comes
             at
             the
             appointed
             time
             ,
             but
             this
             crafty
             Woman
             ,
             in
             stead
             of
             the
             Key
             ,
             had
             there
             laid
             a
             Trap
             ,
             and
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             looking
             for
             the
             Key
             ,
             did
             unluckily
             thrust
             his
             hand
             into
             the
             Trap
             ,
             and
             could
             not
             get
             it
             out
             ,
             till
             by
             his
             calling
             for
             help
             ,
             he
             was
             heard
             ,
             and
             disgracefully
             used
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             discoursed
             against
             Organs
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             discoursing
             of
             Church
             Ceremonies
             ,
             brake
             into
             this
             expression
             ,
             
               Ye
               must
               have
               Musick
               too
               ;
            
             but
             indeed
             when
             as
             ye
             say
             ,
             
               Lord
               have
               mercy
               upon
               us
               miserable
               Sinners
               ,
            
             ye
             may
             well
             vary
             the
             words
             a
             little
             ,
             and
             let
             your
             Petition
             be
             ,
             
               Lord
               have
               mercy
               upon
               us
               miserable
               Singers
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             asked
             Grapes
             of
             Alderman
             
               Titchbourn
               .
            
          
           
             Alderman
             
               Titchbourn
               ,
            
             so
             formerly
             called
             ,
             wrote
             a
             Book
             ,
             and
             entituled
             it
             ,
             
               A
               Cluster
               of
               Canaans
               Grapes
               ,
            
             and
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             meeting
             him
             ,
             asked
             him
             if
             his
             Worship
             would
             be
             pleased
             to
             bestow
             a
             Cluster
             of
             his
             Grapes
             on
             him
             ;
             at
             which
             the
             Alderman
             answered
             ,
             If
             he
             would
             come
             to
             his
             Vine
             (
             meaning
             his
             house
             )
             he
             should
             have
             his
             choyce
             of
             all
             his
             store
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             opened
             Heaven
             Gates
             to
             a
             Committee-man
             .
          
           
             Preaching
             once
             in
             
               Ireland
               ,
            
             and
             discoursing
             on
             the
             Times
             ,
             it
             came
             into
             his
             head
             ,
             with
             his
             Knuckle
             to
             hit
             against
             the
             Pulpit
             ,
             imitating
             to
             his
             Auditory
             ,
             he
             had
             been
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             and
             answering
             the
             sound
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             
               who
               is
               there
               ,
               a
               Cavalier
               ,
            
             Oh
             a
             Calier
             !
             you
             must
             not
             come
             here
             ,
             you
             must
             to
             Hell
             ,
             for
             you
             fight
             against
             the
             Parliament
             .
             Then
             he
             knocks
             again
             ,
             and
             cries
             ,
             
               Who
               is
               there
               ,
               a
               Round-head
               ;
            
             Oh
             a
             Round-head
             !
             you
             must
             not
             come
             hither
             ,
             you
             are
             factions
             and
             disorderly
             in
             Opinions
             ;
             so
             he
             knocks
             the
             third
             time
             ,
             and
             cries
             ,
             
               Who
               is
               there
               ,
               a
               Committee-man
               ;
            
             Oh
             a
             Committee-man
             ,
             
               he
               must
               come
               ,
               and
               shall
               ,
            
             laying
             his
             hands
             on
             the
             Pulpit
             door
             ,
             as
             if
             he
             would
             let
             him
             in
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             wisked
             his
             Auditory
             to
             beware
             of
             three
             Ws.
             
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             preaching
             in
             a
             Country
             Village
             ,
             exhorted
             his
             Congregation
             in
             this
             manner
             ;
             
               Beware
               ,
               Beloved
               ,
               of
               three
               mischeivous
               Ws
               ,
               Wine
               ,
               Women
               ,
            
             and
             
               Tobacco
               ;
            
             but
             you
             will
             object
             ,
             
               Tobacco
               is
               no
               W
               ,
            
             to
             which
             I
             answer
             ,
             
               Tobacco
               must
               be
               understood
               under
               the
               notion
               of
               a
               Weed
               ,
               and
               then
               it
               holds
               right
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             said
             he
             knew
             where
             His
             Majesty
             was
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             was
             once
             heard
             to
             say
             ,
             
               That
               he
               where
               knew
               his
               Majesty
               was
               ,
            
             and
             being
             desired
             to
             tell
             ,
             said
             ,
             in
             
               Bedlam
            
             sure
             enough
             ,
             for
             unless
             he
             be
             mad
             he
             will
             not
             be
             in
             
               England
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             enveighed
             against
             Citizens
             Wives
             .
          
           
             Preaching
             in
             
               London
               ,
            
             he
             exclaimed
             greatly
             against
             the
             Citizens
             Wives
             ;
             Your
             City
             Mistresses
             (
             saith
             he
             )
             must
             have
             their
             Lap-dogs
             to
             play
             with
             all
             day
             long
             ,
             for
             want
             of
             Children
             ;
             and
             if
             by
             chance
             he
             lets
             flie
             an
             uncivil
             blast
             ;
             then
             ,
             
               Out
               ye
               Foisting
               Cur
               ,
               O
               how
               he
               stinks
               .
            
             Immediately
             after
             he
             leaps
             into
             their
             Lap
             again
             ,
             and
             to
             Bed
             perhaps
             they
             both
             march
             together
             ,
             and
             the
             happy
             Cur
             is
             laid
             so
             snug
             ,
             where
             many
             an
             Honest
             man
             would
             be
             with
             all
             his
             Heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             jeered
             a
             Rich
             Man
             and
             his
             Fat
             Wife
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             being
             invited
             to
             Dinner
             to
             a
             friends
             house
             ,
             knowing
             him
             to
             be
             very
             wealthy
             ,
             and
             his
             Wife
             as
             Fat
             as
             he
             was
             Rich
             ,
             brake
             this
             Jest
             at
             Table
             before
             them
             ;
             
               Truly
               Sir
               ,
               said
               he
               ,
               you
               have
               the
               World
               and
               the
               Flesh
               ,
               but
               pray
               God
               that
               you
               get
               not
               the
               Devil
               in
               the
               end
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             said
             he
             had
             been
             in
             Heaven
             .
          
           
             Another
             time
             he
             told
             his
             Auditory
             he
             had
             been
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             and
             there
             were
             store
             of
             Round-heads
             ,
             but
             going
             into
             Hell
             ,
             he
             found
             that
             so
             full
             of
             Cavaliers
             ,
             that
             if
             a
             Round-head
             should
             chance
             to
             stumble
             thither
             ,
             there
             would
             be
             no
             room
             for
             him
             .
          
        
         
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             took
             an
             affront
             on
             the
             Exchange
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             walking
             at
             full
             Change
             time
             on
             the
             Royal
             Exchange
             ,
             a
             certain
             person
             comes
             to
             him
             ,
             whispering
             him
             in
             the
             ear
             ,
             sayes
             to
             him
             ,
             
               Mr.
            
             Peters
             
               you
               are
               a
               Knave
               ,
               or
               else
               you
               had
               never
               gained
               so
               much
               Wealth
               as
               you
               have
               .
            
             Say
             you
             so
             (
             said
             he
             )
             Marry
             if
             you
             were
             not
             a
             Fool
             ,
             you
             would
             be
             a
             Knave
             too
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               How
               Mr.
            
             Peters
             
               answered
            
             Oliver
             Cromwel
             .
          
           
             Being
             desired
             by
             
               Oliver
               Cromwel
            
             to
             repair
             to
             an
             appointed
             place
             ,
             there
             to
             preach
             ,
             it
             suddenly
             fell
             a
             Raining
             ,
             whereupon
             
               Cromwel
            
             offered
             him
             his
             Coat
             ;
             to
             whom
             he
             replied
             ,
             
               I
               will
               not
               have
               it
               for
               my
               part
               ,
               I
               would
               not
               be
               in
               your
               Coat
               for
               a
               thousand
               pounds
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             defaced
             a
             shoulder
             of
             Mutton
             .
          
           
             Being
             in●ited
             to
             Dinner
             ,
             his
             Stomack
             invited
             him
             into
             the
             Kitchin
             to
             take
             a
             slice
             before
             Dinner
             ,
             where
             espying
             a
             Shoulder
             of
             Mutton
             ,
             began
             to
             cut
             a
             piece
             of
             that
             ,
             and
             to
             deface
             it
             ;
             at
             which
             ,
             saith
             the
             Maid
             ,
             
               O
               Sir
               ,
               cut
               not
               of
               that
               ,
               because
               it
               is
               old
               .
            
             Say
             you
             so
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             then
             I
             will
             have
             a
             piece
             of
             it
             to
             chuse
             ,
             for
             Age
             you
             know
             is
             honourable
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             brake
             a
             Jest
             upon
             a
             Lady
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             by
             chance
             meeting
             a
             Lady
             of
             his
             acquaintance
             ,
             asked
             her
             how
             she
             did
             ,
             and
             how
             her
             good
             Husband
             fared
             ;
             at
             which
             words
             weeping
             ,
             she
             answered
             ,
             
               Her
               Husband
               had
               been
               in
               Heaven
               long
               since
               .
            
             In
             Heaven
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             it
             is
             the
             first
             time
             that
             I
             have
             heard
             of
             it
             ,
             and
             I
             am
             sorry
             for
             it
             with
             all
             my
             heart
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             reproved
             the
             Monster
             
               Oliver
               Cromwel
            
             for
             sleeping
             in
             the
             Church
             while
             he
             was
             Preaching
             .
          
           
             It
             being
             his
             turn
             to
             preach
             before
             the
             said
             Tyrant
             at
             the
             Chappel
             in
             
               White-hall
               ,
            
             much
             about
             the
             time
             that
             his
             present
             Majesty
             was
             marching
             towards
             
               Worcester
               ,
            
             He
             espyed
             that
             the
             Devil
             had
             shut
             the
             Casements
             of
             his
             Highness
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             lulled
             him
             asleep
             ;
             whereupon
             varying
             from
             his
             discourse
             in
             hand
             ,
             quoth
             he
             ,
             
               We
               have
               now
               an
               enemy
               in
               this
               our
               Land
               ,
               a
               potent
               one
               ,
               and
               it
               is
               not
               unknown
               I
               suppose
               to
               any
               here
               that
               he
               daily
               approaches
               nearer
               us
               ;
               but
               't
               is
               no
               matter
               ,
               I
               preach
               but
               in
               vain
               while
               my
               Auditory
               sleeps
               ,
               I
               hope
               he
               will
               come
               and
               take
               you
               napping
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             mistook
             in
             reaching
             to
             the
             top
             of
             his
             Pulpit
             .
          
           
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             preaching
             immediately
             after
             the
             death
             of
             
               Oliver
               Cromwel
               ,
            
             in
             his
             Sermon
             brought
             in
             this
             expression
             ,
             
               That
               he
               knew
            
             Olive-Cromwel
             
               was
               in
               Heaven
               as
               sure
               as
               he
               could
               then
               touch
               the
               head
               of
               his
               Pulpit
               ,
               and
               reaching
               up
               his
               Hand
               to
               have
               done
               the
               same
               ,
               came
               short
               thereof
               by
               half
               a
               yard
               .
            
          
        
         
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             examined
             a
             Countrey
             Lad
             ,
             and
             the
             Jests
             that
             hapned
             at
             that
             〈◊〉
             .
          
           
             All
             〈…〉
             appy
             Boy
             that
             kept
             his
             Fathers
             sheep
             in
             the
             Country
             ,
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             to
             ●…y
             a
             pair
             of
             Cards
             in
             his
             Pocket
             ,
             and
             at
             the
             same
             meeting
             with
             Companions
             ,
             played
             at
             the
             Game
             called
             One
             and
             Thirty
             ,
             at
             which
             sport
             he
             would
             some
             dayes
             loose
             a
             Sheep
             or
             two
             ,
             for
             which
             his
             Father
             corrected
             him
             ;
             in
             Revenge
             whereof
             ,
             the
             Boy
             would
             drive
             the
             Sheep
             home
             at
             Night
             over
             a
             narrow
             Bridge
             ,
             where
             some
             of
             them
             falling
             into
             the
             Water
             ,
             were
             drowned
             .
          
           
             The
             old
             man
             wearied
             with
             his
             Sons
             〈…〉
             tricks
             ,
             had
             him
             before
             Mr.
             
               Peters
               .
            
             (
             He
             being
             a
             man
             busie
             ,
             and
             having
             some
             Authority
             in
             those
             parts
             where
             he
             lived
             )
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             begins
             to
             reprove
             the
             Boy
             in
             these
             words
             :
             Sirrah
             ,
             you
             are
             a
             notable
             Villain
             ,
             you
             play
             at
             Cards
             and
             lose
             your
             Fathers
             sheep
             at
             One
             and
             Thirty
             .
             The
             Boy
             using
             〈…〉
             rence
             ,
             and
             less
             manners
             ,
             replied
             it
             was
             a
             lie
             .
             A
             lie
             (
             q
             〈…〉
             
               Peters
            
             )
             you
             sawcy
             knave
             ,
             do
             you
             give
             me
             the
             lie
             ?
             No
             ,
             quoth
             the
             Boy
             ,
             but
             you
             told
             a
             lie
             ;
             for
             I
             never
             lost
             Sheep
             at
             One
             and
             Thirty
             ,
             for
             when
             my
             Game
             was
             One
             and
             Thirty
             I
             alwayes
             won
             :
             Indeed
             said
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             thou
             sayest
             true
             .
             But
             I
             have
             another
             accusation
             against
             thee
             ;
             which
             is
             ,
             That
             you
             drive
             your
             Fathers
             Sheep
             over
             a
             narrow
             Bridge
             ,
             where
             some
             of
             them
             are
             oftentimes
             drowned
             .
             That
             's
             a
             lie
             too
             ,
             quoth
             the
             Boy
             ,
             for
             those
             that
             goe
             over
             the
             Bridge
             are
             well
             enough
             ,
             it
             is
             onely
             such
             that
             fall
             beside
             which
             are
             drowned
             ;
             which
             Mr.
             
             
               Peters
            
             acknowledged
             for
             a
             truth
             ,
             and
             being
             well
             pleased
             with
             his
             Clownish
             answers
             ,
             gave
             him
             a
             short
             advice
             ,
             and
             then
             dismissed
             him
             .
          
        
         
           
             How
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             and
             several
             Justices
             of
             the
             Peace
             ,
             sate
             two
             dayes
             about
             〈…〉
             ing
             small
             Beer
             .
          
           
             〈…〉
             Justices
             of
             the
             Peace
             (
             with
             whom
             Mr.
             
               Peters
            
             was
             then
             accompan
             〈…〉
             being
             informed
             with
             the
             frequent
             sin
             of
             Drunkenness
             within
             their
             Jurisdictions
             ,
             met
             at
             a
             Market
             Town
             ,
             and
             sate
             2
             dayes
             to
             refo●…
             it
             ,
             whereupon
             they
             commanded
             ,
             that
             from
             thenceforth
             ●…aller
             drink
             should
             be
             Brewed
             ,
             at
             which
             order
             a
             mad
             Tos-pot
             〈…〉
             made
             himself
             half
             drunk
             ,
             without
             fear
             or
             wit
             ,
             〈…〉
             and
             asked
             them
             ,
             if
             they
             had
             sat
             two
             dayes
             a
             〈…〉
             ll
             Beer
             :
             One
             of
             them
             answered
             ,
             yes
             ,
             why
             then
             ,
             〈…〉
             ay
             sit
             three
             more
             ,
             to
             know
             who
             shall
             drink
             it
             ,
             for
             I
             〈…〉
             none
             of
             it
             .
          
           
        
      
    
    

