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         Rutland, John Manners, Duke of, 1638-1711.
      
       
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             A true and perfect copy of the Lord Roos his answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's letter written the 25 of February 1659
             Rutland, John Manners, Duke of, 1638-1711.
          
           1 sheet ([1] p.)
           
             s.n.,
             [London :
             1660]
          
           
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             "With reference to a challenge sent to Lord Roos by the Marquess of Dorchester, his father-in-law, on account of his ill-treatment of Lady Roos" -- cf. Thomason Catalogue.
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "1659 March 19".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, -- Marquis of, 1606-1680 -- Early works to 1800.
           Dueling -- England -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
       A92150  R205352  (Thomason 669.f.24[22]).  civilwar no A true and perfect copy of the Lord Roos his answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's letter written the 25 of February 1659. Rutland, John Manners, Duke of 1660    1074 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
           the
           LORD
           ROOS
           His
           Answer
           to
           the
           Marquesse
           of
           
             Dorchester's
          
           LETTER
           written
           
             the
             25
             of
             
               February
            
             1659.
             
          
        
         
           
             SIR
             ,
          
        
         
           SUre
           you
           were
           among
           your
           
             Gallypots
          
           and
           
             Glisterpipes
             ,
          
           when
           you
           gave
           your
           Choller
           so
           violent
           a
           Purge
           ,
           to
           the
           fouling
           of
           so
           much
           innocent
           paper
           ,
           and
           your
           own
           reputation
           (
           if
           you
           had
           any
           ,
           which
           the
           wise
           very
           much
           doubt
           )
           you
           had
           better
           bin
           drunk
           &
           set
           in
           Stocks
           for
           it
           ,
           when
           you
           sent
           the
           Post
           with
           a
           whole
           pacquet
           of
           Chartells
           to
           me
           ;
           in
           which
           you
           have
           discovered
           so
           much
           vapouring
           nonsence
           and
           rayling
           ,
           that
           it
           is
           wholsomer
           for
           your
           credit
           ,
           to
           have
           it
           thought
           the
           effect
           of
           drink
           ,
           then
           your
           own
           naturall
           talent
           in
           perfect
           minde
           &
           memory
           :
           for
           if
           you
           understand
           any
           thing
           in
           your
           own
           Trade
           ,
           you
           could
           not
           but
           know
           that
           the
           Hectick
           of
           your
           own
           brain
           is
           more
           desperate
           then
           the
           Tertian
           fits
           of
           mine
           ,
           which
           are
           easily
           cured
           with
           a
           little
           sleep
           ;
           but
           yours
           is
           past
           the
           remedy
           of
           a
           Morter
           and
           braying
           .
           But
           I
           wonder
           with
           what
           confidence
           you
           can
           accuse
           me
           with
           the
           discovery
           of
           private
           passages
           between
           us
           ,
           when
           you
           are
           so
           open
           your self
           ,
           that
           every
           man
           sees
           through
           you
           ;
           or
           how
           could
           I
           disclose
           perfectly
           any
           thing
           in
           your
           Epistles
           to
           my
           Father
           and
           Mother
           ,
           which
           was
           not
           before
           very
           well
           known
           to
           your
           Tutors
           and
           Schoolmasters
           ,
           whose
           instructions
           you
           used
           in
           compiling
           those
           voluminous
           works
           .
           Let
           any
           man
           judge
           ,
           whether
           I
           am
           so
           likely
           to
           divulge
           secrets
           as
           you
           ,
           who
           cannot
           forbear
           Printing
           and
           publishing
           :
           Your
           Labours
           are
           now
           cry'd
           in
           the
           streets
           of
           
             London
             ,
          
           with
           Ballads
           on
           the
           
             Rump
             ,
          
           and
           
             Hewsons
          
           Lamentations
           ;
           and
           the
           Lord
           of
           
             Dorchester's
          
           name
           makes
           a
           greater
           noyse
           in
           a
           close
           Alley
           then
           Kitchingstuffe
           ,
           or
           work
           for
           a
           Tinker
           :
           and
           all
           this
           by
           your
           own
           industry
           ,
           who
           are
           not
           ashamed
           at
           the
           same
           instant
           to
           pretend
           to
           secrecy
           ,
           with
           no
           lesse
           absurdity
           then
           you
           commit
           ,
           when
           accusing
           me
           for
           using
           foul
           Language
           ,
           you
           doe
           out
           doe
           
             Billinsgate
          
           your self
           .
           But
           now
           you
           begin
           to
           vapour
           ,
           and
           to
           tell
           us
           you
           have
           fought
           before
           ;
           so
           I
           have
           heard
           you
           have
           ,
           with
           your
           Wife
           ,
           and
           Poet
           ,
           but
           if
           you
           came
           off
           with
           no
           more
           honour
           then
           when
           you
           were
           beaten
           by
           my
           Lord
           
             Grandison
             ,
          
           you
           had
           better
           have
           kept
           that
           to
           your
           felf
           ,
           if
           it
           were
           possible
           for
           you
           to
           conceale
           any
           thing
           :
           but
           I
           cannot
           but
           laugh
           at
           the
           untoward
           course
           you
           take
           to
           render
           your self
           formidable
           ,
           by
           bragging
           of
           your
           Fights
           ,
           when
           you
           are
           terrible
           onely
           in
           your
           medicines
           :
           if
           you
           had
           told
           us
           how
           many
           you
           had
           killed
           that
           way
           ,
           and
           how
           many
           you
           have
           cut
           in
           pieces
           ,
           besides
           
             Calves
          
           and
           
             Dogs
             ,
          
           a
           right
           valiant
           man
           that
           has
           any
           wit
           ,
           would
           tremble
           to
           come
           near
           you
           :
           and
           if
           by
           your
           threatning
           to
           ramme
           your
           Sword
           down
           my
           throat
           ,
           you
           doe
           not
           mean
           your
           Pills
           ,
           which
           are
           a
           more
           dangerous
           weapon
           ,
           the
           worst
           is
           past
           ,
           and
           I
           am
           safe
           enough
           :
           for
           as
           for
           your
           Feats
           of
           Armes
           ,
           there
           is
           no
           half
           quarter
           of
           a
           man
           that
           is
           so
           wretched
           ,
           but
           would
           venture
           to
           give
           you
           battayl
           ,
           but
           you
           are
           most
           unsufferable
           in
           your
           unconscionable
           ingrossing
           of
           all
           Trades
           :
           Is
           it
           not
           enough
           that
           you
           are
           already
           as
           many
           things
           as
           any
           of
           your
           own
           receipts
           ,
           that
           you
           are
           a
           Doctor
           of
           the
           Civill
           Law
           ,
           and
           a
           Barister
           at
           the
           Common
           ,
           a
           Bencher
           of
           
             Gray's-Inne
             ,
          
           a
           professour
           of
           Phisick
           and
           a
           Fellow
           of
           the
           Colledge
           ;
           a
           Mathematician
           ,
           Caldean
           ,
           a
           Schoolman
           and
           a
           piece
           of
           a
           Grammarian
           ,
           (
           as
           your
           last
           work
           can
           shew
           were
           it
           construed
           )
           a
           Philosopher
           ,
           Poet
           ,
           Translator
           ,
           Antisocordist
           ,
           Solliciter
           ,
           Broker
           and
           Usurer
           ;
           besides
           a
           Marquesse
           ,
           Earl
           ,
           Vicount
           and
           Baron
           ;
           but
           you
           must
           ,
           like
           Dr.
           
             Suttle
             ,
          
           professe
           quarrelling
           too
           ,
           and
           publish
           your self
           an
           Hector
           ;
           of
           which
           calling
           there
           are
           so
           many
           already
           ,
           that
           they
           can
           hardly
           live
           on
           by
           another
           .
           Sir
           ,
           truly
           there
           is
           no
           conscience
           in
           it
           ,
           considering
           you
           have
           not
           onely
           ,
           a
           more
           sure
           and
           safe
           way
           of
           killing
           men
           already
           then
           they
           have
           ,
           but
           a
           plentiful
           Estate
           besides
           :
           So
           many
           Trades
           ,
           &
           yet
           have
           so
           little
           conscience
           to
           eat
           the
           bread
           out
           of
           their
           mouths
           ;
           they
           have
           great
           reason
           to
           lay
           it
           to
           heart
           ,
           &
           I
           hope
           some
           of
           them
           will
           demand
           reparation
           of
           you
           and
           make
           you
           give
           them
           compounding
           dinners
           too
           ,
           as
           well
           as
           you
           have
           done
           to
           the
           rest
           of
           your
           Fraternities
           ;
           and
           now
           be
           your
           own
           Iudge
           ,
           whether
           any
           one
           man
           can
           be
           bound
           in
           honour
           to
           Fight
           with
           such
           an
           
             Hydra
          
           as
           you
           are
           ;
           a
           Monster
           of
           many
           heads
           ,
           like
           the
           multitude
           ,
           or
           the
           Devil
           that
           call'd
           himself
           
             Legion
             ;
          
           such
           an
           encounter
           would
           be
           no
           Duell
           but
           War
           ,
           which
           I
           never
           heard
           that
           my
           one
           man
           ever
           made
           alone
           ;
           and
           I
           must
           levy
           Forces
           ere
           I
           can
           meet
           you
           ;
           for
           if
           every
           one
           of
           your
           capacities
           had
           but
           a
           Second
           ,
           you
           would
           amount
           to
           a
           Brigade
           ,
           as
           your
           Letter
           does
           to
           a
           Declaration
           ;
           in
           which
           I
           cannot
           omit
           ,
           that
           in
           one
           respect
           you
           have
           dealt
           very
           ingeniously
           ,
           and
           that
           is
           ,
           in
           publishing
           to
           the
           world
           ,
           that
           all
           your
           Heroicall
           resolutions
           are
           built
           upon
           your
           own
           opinion
           of
           my
           want
           of
           courage
           :
           this
           argues
           you
           well
           studied
           in
           the
           dimensions
           of
           quarrelling
           ;
           among
           which
           ,
           one
           of
           the
           chiefest
           shews
           how
           to
           take
           measure
           of
           another
           mansvalour
           ,
           by
           comparing
           it
           with
           your
           own
           ,
           to
           make
           your
           approaches
           accordingly
           :
           but
           as
           the
           least
           mistake
           betrayes
           you
           to
           an
           infallible
           beating
           ,
           so
           you
           had
           far'd
           ,
           and
           perhaps
           had
           had
           the
           Honour
           which
           you
           seem
           to
           desire
           ,
           of
           falling
           by
           my
           Sword
           ,
           if
           I
           had
           not
           thought
           you
           a
           thing
           fitter
           for
           any
           mans
           contempt
           then
           anger
           .
        
         
           
             Roos
             .
          
        
      
    
    

