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         Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, Marquis of, 1606-1680.
      
       
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             A true and perfect copy of a letter written by the Lord Marquis of Dorchester to the Lord Roos
             Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, Marquis of, 1606-1680.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1660]
          
           
             Dated at end: Febr. 13. 1659.
             A challenge to duel.
             This edition is in a different setting of text than that which includes the words "Printed .. moneth" in title.
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Rutland, John Manners, -- Duke of, 1638-1711 -- Early works to 1800.
           Dueling -- England -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
       A74166  R211549  (Thomason 669.f.23[38]).  civilwar no A true and perfect copy of a letter written by the Lord Marquis of Dorchester to the Lord Roos. Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, Marquis of 1660    967 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text  has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription.  
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           A
           true
           and
           perfect
           Copy
           of
           a
           LETTER
        
         
           Written
           by
           the
           LORD
           MARQUIS
           of
           
             DORCHESTER
          
        
         
           
             To
             the
             LORD
             
               ROOS
               .
            
          
        
         
           Sure
           you
           were
           in
           one
           of
           your
           Drunken
           Fits
           ,
           the
           Pot
           flew
           high
           when
           you
           writ
           your
           Sottish
           and
           Clownish
           Paper
           to
           me
           ,
           that
           rellishes
           of
           nothing
           but
           a
           Tippl'd
           Fool
           ,
           and
           a
           Bragging
           Coward
           ;
           and
           the
           latter
           in
           so
           poor
           and
           mean
           a
           manner
           ,
           that
           I
           am
           ashamed
           it
           should
           come
           from
           one
           that
           bears
           the
           Name
           ,
           though
           not
           the
           Nature
           of
           a
           Gentleman
           :
           Your
           owne
           fearful
           ,
           guilty
           Soul
           knows
           that
           my
           late
           Letter
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           a
           former
           to
           your self
           ,
           together
           with
           all
           Passages
           between
           us
           ,
           were
           almost
           as
           soon
           communicated
           to
           your
           Father
           and
           Mother
           ,
           as
           to
           yourself
           ,
           and
           after
           to
           some
           of
           your
           nearest
           Relations
           ;
           Nay
           ,
           many
           of
           the
           Servants
           of
           both
           your
           Families
           were
           privy
           thereunto
           ,
           and
           knew
           as
           much
           as
           your self
           ,
           and
           so
           did
           divers
           others
           in
           several
           places
           :
           All
           this
           I
           can
           prove
           by
           persons
           well
           reputed
           ;
           and
           for
           the
           Letters
           ,
           I
           dare
           swear
           ,
           they
           were
           not
           kept
           very
           secret
           ,
           for
           I
           have
           heard
           of
           divers
           passages
           in
           them
           ,
           which
           I
           am
           sure
           came
           to
           no body
           by
           
             Revelation
             ,
          
           and
           yet
           you
           have
           the
           frontless
           impudence
           to
           lay
           this
           aspersion
           upon
           me
           ;
           I
           have
           fought
           before
           now
           ,
           and
           I
           hope
           never
           came
           off
           with
           loss
           of
           honour
           ;
           and
           must
           I
           now
           be
           afraid
           of
           such
           a
           Shadow
           ,
           such
           a
           Half-man
           as
           you
           are
           ?
           and
           't
           is
           well
           if
           you
           be
           so
           much
           :
           You
           remember
           I
           challenged
           you
           twice
           in
           one
           Week
           ,
           and
           you
           poorly
           and
           basely
           refused
           both
           ,
           pretending
           you
           would
           give
           me
           full
           satisfaction
           ;
           you
           came
           indeed
           ,
           but
           full
           sore
           against
           your
           will
           (
           and
           contrary
           to
           the
           Huffs
           you
           gave
           out
           in
           the
           Countrey
           in
           your
           Drink
           )
           and
           promised
           as
           much
           as
           I
           could
           expect
           ,
           but
           afterwards
           perform'd
           nothing
           :
           And
           now
           be
           your
           owne
           Judge
           ,
           whether
           it
           is
           possible
           for
           any
           one
           to
           believe
           ,
           that
           I
           that
           knew
           you
           had
           poorly
           refused
           twice
           ,
           should
           avoyd
           the
           Meeting
           you
           now
           :
           If
           you
           needs
           must
           lie
           ,
           follow
           my
           advice
           ,
           and
           hereafter
           lie
           Colourably
           ,
           for
           these
           are
           such
           gross
           ones
           ,
           that
           they
           are
           palpable
           ,
           like
           the
           
             AEgyptian
          
           Darkness
           .
           I
           must
           needs
           say
           ,
           it
           much
           troubles
           and
           afflicts
           me
           ,
           to
           be
           compell'd
           by
           your
           barbarous
           and
           unmanly
           provocations
           ,
           to
           use
           such
           speeches
           ,
           contrary
           to
           my
           nature
           and
           disposition
           ;
           but
           you
           began
           ,
           and
           I
           do
           no
           more
           than
           retaliate
           ,
           and
           the
           the
           law
           of
           Retaliation
           is
           just
           and
           equal
           :
           But
           (
           I
           believe
           )
           you
           'l
           bear
           it
           quietly
           ,
           were
           it
           more
           ;
           for
           you
           abound
           in
           Passive
           fortitude
           ,
           though
           you
           have
           not
           in
           you
           one
           jot
           of
           the
           Active
           .
           If
           this
           any
           white
           galls
           ,
           you
           know
           the
           way
           to
           
             London
          
           (
           no
           other
           place
           for
           the
           present
           being
           possible
           to
           be
           chosen
           without
           most
           apparent
           and
           evident
           suspition
           )
           There
           will
           be
           the
           most
           privacy
           ,
           and
           who
           plays
           the
           Pultroon
           ,
           will
           be
           most
           easily
           discover'd
           .
           But
           what
           do
           I
           talk
           of
           
             London
          
           to
           you
           ,
           who
           will
           as
           soon
           come
           on
           your
           Head
           as
           on
           Horseback
           or
           in
           Coach
           ,
           to
           meet
           me
           with
           a
           Sword
           in
           your
           hand
           :
           But
           ,
           was
           it
           a
           Bottle
           ,
           none
           would
           be
           more
           forward
           ;
           and
           with
           such
           a
           weapon
           you
           may
           venture
           upon
           a
           
             Dutch-man
             :
          
           But
           if
           there
           be
           a
           spark
           of
           Fire
           in
           so
           dull
           a
           Flint
           ,
           I
           will
           strike
           it
           .
           From
           the
           beginning
           to
           the
           end
           of
           your
           Letter
           you
           falsly
           lie
           ,
           and
           if
           you
           dare
           appear
           ,
           I
           will
           cram
           it
           down
           your
           Throat
           with
           my
           Sword
           ;
           if
           there
           need
           any
           more
           ,
           I
           say
           and
           resay
           ,
           you
           are
           a
           base
           Coward
           .
           If
           you
           must
           have
           another
           Push
           ,
           I
           will
           divulge
           it
           to
           the
           world
           in
           print
           what
           a
           Coward
           you
           are
           ,
           and
           make
           publick
           all
           the
           passages
           between
           us
           ;
           Your
           foolish
           bragging
           Letter
           shall
           not
           be
           omitted
           ,
           which
           will
           speak
           you
           more
           than
           I
           have
           done
           ,
           and
           this
           shall
           follow
           after
           it
           ;
           then
           't
           will
           to
           all
           appear
           what
           a
           Captain
           
             Puff
          
           you
           are
           ,
           fit
           for
           nothing
           but
           a
           Cudgel
           .
           For
           shame
           leave
           the
           Petticoat
           off
           ,
           and
           put
           on
           Breeches
           ;
           use
           my
           Argument
           against
           my self
           ;
           if
           I
           was
           so
           mean
           to
           discover
           this
           ,
           you
           may
           infalliblie
           conclude
           I
           will
           do
           so
           again
           ;
           but
           you
           'l
           use
           none
           of
           this
           way
           of
           Argumentation
           ,
           
             you
          
           too
           well
           know
           
             my
          
           innocence
           therein
           ;
           if
           
             I
          
           may
           see
           a
           Miracle
           ,
           that
           is
           ,
           
             you
          
           with
           a
           Sword
           in
           
             your
          
           hand
           ,
           
             I
          
           will
           before
           our
           
             Seconds
             ,
          
           and
           
             your self
             ,
          
           beseech
           God
           that
           what
           I
           wish'd
           in
           
             my
             Letter
          
           to
           
             your
             Second
             ,
          
           may
           fall
           upon
           me
           ,
           [
           viz.
           ]
           
             That
             if
             in
             the
             least
             ,
             directly
             or
             indirectly
             ,
             I
             be
             guilty
             of
             this
             discovery
             ,
             or
             any
             Circumstance
             that
             can
             but
             tend
             thereunto
             :
          
           Nay
           ,
           I
           will
           go
           farther
           ,
           
             If
             I
             did
             not
             my
             utmost
             to
             avoyd
             all
             suspicion
             ,
             may
             I
             fall
             by
             your
             Sword
             ,
             to
             my
             eternal
             shame
             and
             ruine
             .
          
           This
           ,
           upon
           my
           Honor
           ,
           I
           will
           declare
           upon
           our
           Meeting
           ,
           in
           manner
           as
           
             I
          
           have
           said
           ,
           which
           I
           am
           sure
           you
           dare
           not
           respectively
           do
           for
           your self
           ;
           Your
           guiltie
           trembling
           Conscience
           will
           hold
           
             you
          
           off
           when
           
             you
          
           are
           so
           neer
           danger
           .
        
         
           
             
               
                 Febr.
              
               13.
               1659.
               
            
          
        
      
    
    

