The run-awyaes [sic] answer to a booke called, A rodde for runne-awayes. In vvhich are set downe a defense for their running, with some reasons perswading some of them neuer to come backe. The vsage of Londoners by the countrey people; drawne in a picture, artificially looking two waies, (foorth-right, and a-squint:) with an other picture done in lant-skipp, in which the Londoners and countrey-men dance a morris together. Lastly, a runne-awaies speech to his fellow run-awaies, arming them to meete death within the listes, and not to shunne him.
      
       
         
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             The run-awyaes [sic] answer to a booke called, A rodde for runne-awayes. In vvhich are set downe a defense for their running, with some reasons perswading some of them neuer to come backe. The vsage of Londoners by the countrey people; drawne in a picture, artificially looking two waies, (foorth-right, and a-squint:) with an other picture done in lant-skipp, in which the Londoners and countrey-men dance a morris together. Lastly, a runne-awaies speech to his fellow run-awaies, arming them to meete death within the listes, and not to shunne him.
             B. V., fl. 1625.
          
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           THE
           Run-awyaes
           Answer
           ,
           
             To
             a
             Booke
             called
          
           ,
           A
           Rodde
           for
           Runne-awayes
           .
           IN
           VVHICH
           Are
           set
           downe
           a
           Defence
           for
           their
           Running
           ,
           with
           some
           Reasons
           perswading
           
             some
             of
             them
             neuer
             to
             come
             backe
             .
          
        
         
           The
           vsage
           of
           LONDONERS
           by
           the
           Countrey
           ▪
           
             People
             ;
             drawne
             in
             a
             Picture
             ,
             artificially
             looking
             two
          
           waies
           ,
           (
           foorth-right
           ,
           and
           a-squint
           :
           )
           With
           an
           other
           Picture
           done
           in
           Lant-skipp
           ,
           in
           which
           the
           Londoners
           and
           Countrey-men
           dance
           a
           Morris
           together
           .
        
         
           LASTLY
           ,
           A
           Runne-awaies
           Speech
           to
           his
           Fellow
           Run-awaies
           ,
           Arming
           them
           to
           meete
           Death
           within
           the
           Listes
           ,
           and
           not
           to
           shunne
           him
           .
        
         
           Printed
           MDCXXV
           .
        
      
       
         
         
         
           TO
           OVR
           MVCH
           RESPECTED
           AND
           VEry
           worthy
           Friend
           ,
           Mr.
           H.
           CONDELL
           at
           his
           Countrey-house
           in
           FVLLAM
           .
        
         
           
             SIR
             ,
          
        
         
           AT
           our
           parting
           from
           London
           to
           vndertake
           our
           sadde
           Peregrination
           into
           the
           Countrey
           ,
           (
           amongst
           our
           Friends
           who
           are
           hard
           to
           be
           found
           )
           It
           pleased
           you
           to
           bestow
           vpon
           vs
           a
           free
           and
           Noble
           Farewell
           .
           We
           remember
           it
           with
           thanks
           ,
           which
           cuts
           off
           the
           sinne
           of
           Ingratitude
           ;
           yet
           because
           Thankes
           ,
           is
           but
           one
           word
           ,
           and
           that
           your
           loue
           cannot
           receiue
           a
           Requitall
           but
           in
           many
           ,
           wee
           send
           you
           a
           little
           bundle
           of
           Papers
           ,
           full
           .
           For
           being
           Abusde
           in
           a
           Booke
           Printed
           at
           London
           ,
           in
           which
           we
           were
           called
           Runne-awayes
           ,
           Wee
           in
           this
           our
           Defence
           request
           you
           to
           be
           an
           Arbiter
           ,
           to
           Iudge
           ,
           whether
           we
           haue
           not
           iust
           cause
           ,
           to
           stand
           
           
           then
           promisde
           .
           Bid
           him
           therefore
           send
           all
           his
           Paper-Kites
           flying
           from
           his
           Stall
           ,
           quite
           through
           the
           Citie
           ,
           and
           from
           one
           Eude
           to
           th'
           other
           to
           giue
           notice
           of
           this
           our
           Answere
           .
           Bid
           him
           likewise
           to
           tell
           all
           Stationers
           ,
           who
           haue
           any
           of
           those
           Bookes
           (
           called
           
             A
             Rodde
             for
             Run-awayes
          
           )
           that
           it
           were
           good
           for
           'em
           to
           sell
           them
           away
           as
           fast
           as
           they
           can
           ,
           for
           when
           wee
           come
           to
           Towne
           ,
           they
           shall
           be
           All
           callde
           in
           .
        
         
           Farewell
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           The
           Runn-awayes
           Answere
           .
        
         
           THere
           hath
           of
           late
           come
           foorth
           a
           Three-sheete-printed-Pamphlet
           (
           as
           if
           the
           Rodde
           had
           but
           three
           Twigges
           only
           )
           written
           (
           as
           the
           Title
           seemes
           to
           promise
           )
           by
           some
           Schoole-maister
           ,
           for
           he
           calles
           it
           ,
           
             A
             ROD
             FOR
             RVNNE-AWAIES
          
           .
           But
           We
           ,
           vpon
           whom
           those
           poore
           and
           wretched
           Names
           are
           pinned
           ,
           no
           way
           enduring
           so
           to
           be
           lash'd
           ouer
           the
           face
           in
           scorne
           ,
           snatch
           the
           Rodde
           out
           of
           his
           hand
           ;
           and
           to
           make
           him
           smart
           a
           little
           ,
           thus
           print
           wee
           our
           Answere
           to
           those
           bold
           affronts
           ,
           by
           which
           he
           does
           challenge
           vs
           ,
           vtterly
           disdayning
           to
           be
           called
           Runne-awaies
           :
           and
           vtterly
           disclayming
           those
           offences
           ,
           for
           which
           that
           
             London
             Whipper
          
           is
           so
           ready
           to
           punish
           vs.
           
        
         
           
             First
             then
             for
             the
             Name
             .
          
           
             HEE
             is
             a
             Runne-away
             ,
             who
             rather
             then
             he
             will
             learne
             a
             Trade
             (
             with
             some
             paynes
             )
             vnder
             a
             carefull
             Maister
             ,
             
             turnes
             Roague
             ,
             runnes
             into
             the
             Countrey
             a
             Padding
             ▪
             keepes
             company
             with
             Gipseys
             ,
             and
             strowling
             Pedlers
             ,
             
             fatting
             himselfe
             with
             the
             lazy
             bread
             of
             Sommer
             ,
             tumbling
             (
             during
             that
             Season
             )
             in
             a
             Hay-cock
             with
             his
             Dell
             ;
             and
             in
             Winter
             ,
             lying
             snug
             in
             a
             Brick-k●ll
             with
             his
             Doxy
             :
             If
             you
             wonder
             how
             we
             came
             by
             this
             Language
             ?
             you
             must
             thinke
             ,
             that
             in
             our
             Trauailes
             we
             could
             not
             choose
             but
             meete
             with
             Canters
             .
          
           
             Agen
             :
             He
             is
             a
             Runne-away
             ,
             that
             being
             prest
             for
             a
             Soldier
             ,
             
             runnes
             away
             from
             his
             Captaine
             ere
             he
             be
             sent
             a
             Ship-bord
             ,
             or
             from
             his
             Cullors
             ,
             before
             he
             comes
             to
             the
             Fight
             .
          
           
             He
             is
             a
             Runne-away
             ,
             who
             hauing
             got
             loose
             from
             a
             Sergeant
             ,
             
             takes
             his
             heeles
             ,
             and
             runnes
             away
             from
             him
             .
          
           
           
             
             They
             are
             Runne-awaies
             ,
             who
             in
             a
             Tauerne
             Roaring
             in
             for
             more
             Wine
             then
             they
             are
             able
             to
             pay
             ,
             giue
             a
             slippe
             out
             at
             the
             back
             doore
             ,
             and
             so
             pawne
             a
             Drawer
             to
             the
             Barre
             for
             the
             Reckoning
             .
          
           
             
             Lastly
             ,
             they
             are
             Runne-awaies
             ,
             who
             lay
             the
             Key
             vnder
             the
             doore
             ,
             and
             cry
             ,
             Good
             night
             Land-lord
             .
          
           
             None
             of
             these
             base
             Ginges
             are
             wee
             :
             wee
             scorne
             to
             sayle
             in
             such
             stinking
             Dung-boates
             .
             So
             much
             therefore
             for
             the
             Name
             of
             Runne-awaies
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             for
             the
             Matter
             .
          
           
             THe
             very
             Beginning
             of
             the
             Booke
             is
             able
             to
             make
             any
             Coward
             Runne
             away
             ,
             for
             ther
             's
             a
             Sett-Battaile
             ,
             a
             Field
             appoynted
             ,
             the
             Van
             comming
             vp
             ,
             and
             London
             leading
             it
             :
             then
             Shires
             and
             Counties
             prest
             to
             martch
             in
             the
             Reare
             ;
             the
             Generall
             busy
             ,
             Trompets
             sounding
             the
             Alarum
             ,
             our
             Enemies
             about
             vs
             ,
             and
             the
             Weapons
             brandished
             ouer
             our
             heads
             ,
             which
             threaten
             to
             cutte
             our
             throates
             .
          
           
             Hee
             would
             make
             vs
             beleeue
             he
             has
             been
             a
             Soldado
             by
             his
             termes
             of
             Warre
             :
             
             In
             the
             Field
             dialect
             wee
             tell
             him
             ,
             that
             true
             it
             is
             ,
             when
             the
             Armada
             of
             Gods
             anger
             was
             preparing
             against
             vs
             ,
             when
             the
             Pestilence
             beate
             at
             our
             Citty
             Gates
             ,
             and
             the
             Arrowes
             of
             Infection
             flew
             into
             our
             Howses
             ,
             when
             in
             the
             heate
             of
             the
             day
             the
             Mayne-battayle
             gaue
             ground
             ,
             and
             that
             many
             (
             or
             most
             )
             of
             our
             Commanders
             left
             the
             Field
             ;
             what
             should
             wee
             doe
             but
             flye
             ?
             
             It
             was
             not
             out
             of
             base
             feare
             ,
             but
             safety
             :
             It
             was
             not
             out
             of
             a
             desire
             to
             safety
             only
             ,
             but
             feare
             ,
             least
             so
             many
             dropping
             downe
             euery
             hower
             before
             our
             faces
             ,
             there
             would
             be
             found
             not
             Officers
             nor
             Ministers
             enow
             to
             fetch
             off
             the
             wounded
             ,
             or
             bury
             the
             Dead
             :
             Had
             we
             not
             reason
             to
             flye
             ?
          
           
             
             Before
             this
             tempestious
             weather
             beate
             vs
             ,
             O!
             what
             glorious
             Sun-beames
             of
             Exultations
             ,
             Reioycings
             ,
             Hopes
             ,
             and
             Comforts
             were
             rising
             to
             shine
             vpon
             vs
             ?
             We
             swallowed
             vp
             nothing
             but
             the
             East
             and
             West-Indies
             in
             our
             Imaginations
             ;
             the
             Golden-Age
             was
             comming
             in
             agen
             :
             
             Our
             English
             Almanacks
             seem'd
             to
             speake
             of
             none
             but
             Holy-daies
             :
             Great-Brittaine
             stood
             on
             the
             toppe
             of
             her
             white
             Cliffes
             triumphing
             ;
             London
             on
             tiptoe
             ,
             ouerlooking
             
             all
             other
             Cities
             in
             the
             swelling
             pride
             of
             her
             approaching
             Fortunes
             :
             For
             no
             sooner
             was
             the
             old
             King
             dead
             ,
             but
             our
             gloomy
             Noone
             was
             changed
             into
             the
             cleerest
             Euening
             that
             euer
             our
             liuing
             Eyes
             beheld
             .
          
           
             A
             golden
             Sunne
             (
             within
             a
             few
             howers
             )
             lifted
             vp
             his
             head
             to
             reuiue
             vs
             ;
             a
             new
             King
             was
             proclaymed
             ,
             a
             Iames
             was
             lost
             ,
             but
             a
             Charles
             was
             found
             :
             A
             Queene
             was
             to
             come
             from
             France
             ,
             and
             that
             Queene
             arriued
             in
             England
             :
             A
             Parliament
             was
             at
             hand
             ,
             the
             Terme
             not
             farre
             off
             ,
             Triumphes
             approaching
             ,
             Pageants
             setting
             forward
             to
             meet
             our
             King
             and
             Queene
             going
             to
             their
             Coronation
             .
             No
             People
             could
             be
             fuller
             of
             ioy
             ,
             no
             City
             prowder
             of
             happinesse
             :
             When
             loe
             !
             a
             volley
             of
             Thunder
             shootes
             ,
             
             and
             batters
             down
             all
             these
             sumptuous
             Buildings
             :
             And
             was
             it
             not
             time
             to
             flye
             ?
             Heauen
             saw
             vs
             boasting
             in
             our
             owne
             strengths
             ,
             and
             growing
             angry
             at
             it
             ,
             hath
             turnd
             it
             into
             weakenesse
             :
             Mirth
             hath
             shaken
             handes
             with
             Mourning
             ,
             Riches
             with
             Misery
             ,
             Brauery
             with
             a
             Winding
             sheete
             ,
             Prosperity
             with
             the
             Pestilence
             ,
             Health
             with
             Sicknesse
             ,
             and
             Life
             with
             Death
             :
             And
             what
             is
             He
             would
             encounter
             with
             These
             ?
          
           
             Hereupon
             ,
             the
             City
             fledde
             the
             City
             ,
             and
             shun'd
             that
             Enemy
             which
             fallowed
             her
             ,
             and
             hath
             since
             mette
             her
             in
             euery
             corner
             :
             
             London
             was
             great
             with
             Childe
             ,
             and
             (
             with
             a
             fright
             )
             falling
             in
             Labor
             (
             her
             owne
             time
             being
             misreckoned
             )
             was
             deliuered
             of
             none
             but
             Still-borne
             Children
             .
          
           
             Neuer
             was
             such
             a
             sudden
             Ioy
             changed
             into
             so
             sudden
             a
             Lamentation
             :
             Those
             Belles
             which
             were
             ready
             to
             cleane
             the
             Ayre
             with
             echoes
             at
             King
             Charles
             his
             Coronation
             ,
             did
             nothing
             presently
             but
             ring
             out
             Knelles
             for
             his
             Subiects
             ;
             by
             which
             meanes
             ,
             
             as
             there
             is
             no
             Musicke
             so
             sweet
             as
             that
             of
             the
             Churches
             ,
             none
             for
             daies
             and
             nightes
             together
             hath
             bin
             so
             iarring
             ,
             so
             that
             in
             13
             weekes
             more
             then
             33000.
             haue
             falne
             dead
             to
             the
             ground
             at
             their
             dolefull
             tunes
             :
             And
             who
             would
             (
             if
             he
             could
             choose
             )
             make
             one
             in
             such
             dangerous
             Peales
             ?
             Had
             wee
             not
             iust
             cause
             therefore
             giuen
             vs
             to
             flye
             ?
          
           
             Be
             not
             you
             then
             (
             good
             Maister
             Runne-away-Beater
             )
             so
             sharpe
             ,
             spare
             your
             Rodde
             a
             little
             ,
             and
             whippe
             vs
             not
             for
             going
             to
             see
             our
             *
             Freinds
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             we
             doe
             not
             thinke
             but
             You
             yourselfe
             (
             could
             you
             haue
             gotte
             a
             Horse
             )
             would
             haue
             bin
             
             one
             of
             the
             Tribe
             of
             Gad
             ,
             with
             one
             of
             your
             Comerades
             ;
             for
             ther
             's
             no
             Dancing
             now
             to
             your
             Theatrian
             Poeticall
             Piping
             :
             Neither
             your
             Frierians
             ,
             
             nor
             
               Cock
               pitterians
            
             ,
             can
             for
             loue
             or
             money
             helpe
             you
             to
             a
             Plaudity
             ,
             we
             wish
             for
             their
             owne
             sakes
             (
             and
             yours
             )
             they
             could
             :
             But
             many
             of
             them
             (
             that
             could
             get
             Winges
             )
             haue
             kept
             company
             with
             vs
             in
             our
             flight
             ;
             neyther
             are
             Wee
             or
             They
             to
             be
             condemned
             ;
             Flesh
             and
             Bloud
             naturally
             abhorres
             dissolution
             :
             All
             desire
             to
             begett
             Children
             ,
             but
             none
             loue
             to
             see
             them
             buried
             :
             so
             mortally
             doe
             we
             hate
             the
             name
             of
             Death
             ,
             that
             though
             we
             lye
             in
             our
             last
             Sheete
             ,
             saue
             one
             (
             which
             must
             winde
             vs
             ,
             )
             we
             hardly
             endure
             the
             Name
             of
             Dying
             .
             The
             very
             Scriuener
             who
             makes
             our
             Willes
             ,
             as
             he
             is
             cunning
             in
             other
             thinges
             ,
             so
             is
             he
             crafty
             in
             that
             Conueyance
             ,
             and
             knowing
             what
             Word
             will
             fright
             vs
             ,
             he
             goes
             about
             the
             Bush
             ,
             and
             Writes
             thus
             :
             
               When
               it
               shall
               please
               God
               to
               call
               Vs
               out
               of
               this
               transitory
               Life
               :
            
             
             We
             must
             heere
             the
             string
             twang
             out
             Life
             still
             ,
             albeit
             Deaths
             cold
             fingers
             pull
             vs
             by
             the
             Noses
             .
          
           
             Agen
             ,
             (
             to
             adde
             one
             handfull
             more
             of
             Corne
             to
             this
             Sheafe
             of
             Defence
             ,
             made
             vp
             by
             the
             
               Run-awayes
               ,
            
             )
             Know
             ,
             that
             many
             of
             vs
             that
             haue
             shut
             vp
             Shoppes
             &
             are
             gon
             ,
             are
             yonger-Brothers
             ;
             and
             are
             assur'de
             ,
             that
             euen
             owne
             Fathers
             ,
             (
             Knightes
             by
             Degrees
             ,
             and
             great
             Men
             in
             Possessions
             ,
             )
             haue
             for
             sixe
             or
             seuen
             yeares
             together
             ,
             suffred
             (
             nay
             at
             this
             very
             hower
             doe
             suffer
             )
             their
             owne
             Sonnes
             ,
             (
             yea
             their
             only
             and
             Eldest
             Sonnes
             )
             miserably
             to
             languish
             in
             Coumpters
             ,
             and
             other
             Prisons
             ,
             vpon
             two
             shillings
             a
             weeke
             maintenance
             :
             This
             is
             good
             pollicy
             to
             tame
             an
             Vnthrift
             ,
             but
             little
             charity
             to
             murder
             a
             Man
             's
             owne
             Childe
             :
             It
             's
             a
             safe
             Locke
             to
             tye
             to
             a
             Runne-awayes
             Legge
             ,
             but
             ther
             's
             too
             much
             Iron
             in
             't
             :
             At
             this
             Ward
             wee
             haue
             no
             great
             stomacks
             to
             lye
             ;
             
             wee
             find
             our
             Fathers
             hard
             enough
             here
             ,
             and
             are
             loath
             to
             tempt
             their
             affections
             ,
             whether
             they
             will
             come
             to
             London
             ,
             and
             cry
             to
             a
             Iaylor
             ,
             
               Fellow
               turne
               the
               Key
               ,
               let
               me
               see
               in
               what
               nasty
               Chamber
               lyes
               my
               Sonne
               .
            
             Wee
             are
             better
             as
             we
             are
             ,
             and
             therfore
             fling
             away
             your
             Rodde
             ,
             and
             doe
             not
             whippe
             vs
             for
             flying
             .
          
           
             
             Besides
             ,
             had
             we
             all
             tarried
             at
             home
             that
             are
             fledde
             ,
             in
             what
             miserable
             cases
             (
             according
             to
             humane
             reason
             ,
             not
             diuing
             into
             the
             deepe
             and
             insearchable
             Iudgements
             of
             God
             )
             had
             we
             all
             bin
             ?
             If
             the
             Country
             loues
             vs
             not
             now
             that
             are
             amongst
             them
             in
             
             perfect
             health
             ,
             how
             would
             they
             haue
             hated
             the
             City
             in
             her
             populous
             Thronges
             ,
             when
             (
             perhaps
             )
             foure
             times
             the
             number
             now
             departed
             ,
             had
             then
             bin
             smitten
             downe
             by
             the
             Contagion
             ?
             What
             Markets
             would
             you
             haue
             had
             then
             ?
             Where
             had
             Meate
             bin
             found
             to
             fill
             so
             many
             millions
             of
             mouthes
             ?
             The
             casting
             out
             sometimes
             of
             Merchandize
             into
             the
             Sea
             in
             a
             Storme
             saues
             the
             rich
             Venture
             ,
             and
             Our
             being
             driuen
             from
             the
             Fleete
             in
             so
             hideous
             a
             tempest
             ,
             hath
             (
             we
             hope
             )
             giuen
             the
             rest
             of
             the
             Wether-beaten
             Nauy
             more
             sea-roome
             ,
             and
             so
             aduantage
             to
             meete
             lesse
             danger
             .
          
           
             Was
             it
             not
             hie
             time
             to
             take
             our
             heeles
             and
             be
             gon
             ,
             when
             the
             Doctors
             themselues
             playd
             the
             
               Runne-awayes
               ?
               Doctors
            
             for
             the
             Soule
             ,
             and
             Doctors
             for
             the
             Body
             ,
             they
             both
             fledde
             :
             
             Many
             of
             them
             that
             stood
             the
             Battaile
             ,
             (
             and
             being
             worthy
             Commanders
             ,
             fought
             brauely
             ,
             )
             we
             heare
             are
             falne
             ,
             and
             in
             their
             places
             (
             who
             were
             to
             looke
             to
             the
             Sicke
             and
             Wounded
             Souldier
             ,
             )
             are
             crept
             into
             your
             City
             ,
             a
             crew
             of
             prating
             Emperickes
             ,
             cogging
             Mowntibanckes
             ,
             and
             cheating
             Quacksaluers
             ,
             who
             if
             they
             cure
             one
             ,
             kill
             twenty
             ;
             it
             being
             more
             danger
             for
             an
             infected
             Man
             to
             fall
             into
             their
             handes
             ,
             then
             for
             a
             sound
             Person
             to
             liue
             two
             dayes
             fasting
             in
             an
             infected
             House
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             talke
             we
             of
             the
             flight
             of
             these
             ?
             for
             Phisick
             and
             Chirurgery
             ,
             
             (
             those
             two
             diuine
             Sisters
             sent
             from
             Heauen
             )
             are
             both
             of
             them
             puzzelld
             in
             their
             Readings
             ,
             and
             driuen
             a
             to
             stand
             in
             their
             owne
             Practise
             .
             This
             Sicknes
             turnes
             Knowledge
             into
             Ignorance
             ,
             for
             experimented
             Salues
             and
             Medicines
             forfet
             their
             wonted
             Vertues
             to
             astonishment
             and
             admiration
             .
             Our
             Flight
             then
             you
             see
             is
             Warranted
             by
             
               Ecclesiasticall
               ,
               Martiall
               ,
               Polyticall
            
             ,
             and
             Phisicall
             Authority
             :
             Let
             vs
             not
             therefore
             here-after
             be
             termed
             Runne-awayes
             ;
             for
             though
             many
             of
             our
             Fellow
             -
             Londoners
             are
             in
             our
             absence
             turned
             into
             Pine-trees
             ,
             our
             hopes
             are
             at
             our
             Comming
             home
             ,
             
             to
             begett
             a
             new
             and
             prosperous
             Plantation
             .
          
           
             Well
             did
             the
             Rodde-maker
             indeed
             condemne
             vs
             for
             not
             leauing
             our
             Armor
             behind
             vs
             when
             we
             ran
             from
             the
             Army
             ,
             (
             some
             peeces
             of
             Siluer
             to
             mainteyne
             the
             Poore
             :
             
             )
             But
             whole
             Troupes
             of
             Vs
             haue
             bin
             so
             beaten
             in
             this
             Country-Leaguer
             ,
             that
             we
             haue
             Siluer
             little
             enough
             to
             mainteyne
             our selues
             :
             Beside
             ,
             Numbers
             
             (
             we
             are
             in
             feare
             )
             will
             be
             so
             blind
             with
             the
             Country
             dust
             flying
             vp
             into
             their
             eyes
             ,
             they
             will
             hardly
             finde
             the
             right
             Key-hole
             whilst
             they
             liue
             (
             as
             they
             should
             doe
             )
             to
             open
             Shoppes
             agen
             ;
             the
             Wardes
             of
             the
             Lockes
             (
             if
             not
             well
             Oyld
             before
             )
             will
             by
             that
             time
             (
             t'
             is
             thought
             )
             grow
             rusty
             .
             Let
             the
             Rich
             miserly
             Runne-awaies
             ,
             
             who
             fl●do●
             to
             saue
             their
             Liues
             for
             their
             Moneys
             sake
             ,
             and
             to
             saue
             their
             Golden
             Idolls
             for
             their
             owne
             sake
             ,
             let
             them
             (
             in
             Gods
             name
             )
             pay
             soundly
             for
             their
             
               Horse
               race
            
             ;
             who
             haue
             too
             much
             Iuice
             may
             endure
             a
             squesing
             .
          
           
             
             If
             we
             left
             our
             Houses
             ,
             and
             No
             body
             to
             keepe
             them
             ,
             t'
             is
             but
             the
             fashion
             of
             Great-men
             ,
             who
             reare
             vp
             Huge
             Buildings
             ,
             in
             which
             well
             Rattes
             and
             Spiders
             more
             often
             then
             Hospitable
             Tennants
             .
          
           
             Now
             whereas
             your
             
               Qui
               mihi
               Discipulus
            
             ,
             (
             with
             his
             Birchen
             Septer
             in
             his
             hand
             )
             ●hreatens
             to
             fetch
             Blood
             from
             vs
             ,
             by
             telling
             what
             terrible
             Frightes
             we
             are
             like
             to
             be
             put
             into
             at
             our
             comming
             back
             :
             Alas
             !
             He
             drawes
             a
             Bowe
             too
             big
             for
             his
             strength
             ,
             and
             shootes
             that
             Arrow
             without
             any
             ayme
             .
          
           
             
             What
             did
             Iob
             ,
             who
             had
             seuen
             Sonnes
             and
             three
             Daughters
             ,
             7000.
             
             Sheepe
             ,
             and
             3000.
             
             Camells
             ,
             500.
             yoke
             of
             Oxen
             ,
             and
             500
             shee
             Asses
             :
             
             to
             him
             one
             Messenger
             came
             ,
             and
             told
             him
             the
             Sabaeans
             had
             tooke
             away
             his
             Oxen
             from
             the
             Plough
             ,
             and
             the
             Asses
             ,
             killing
             his
             Seruants
             :
             An
             other
             came
             and
             sayd
             ,
             that
             Fire
             from
             Heauen
             had
             burned
             vp
             his
             Sheepe
             and
             Shepheards
             :
             An
             other
             that
             the
             Caldeans
             had
             seizd
             vpon
             his
             Cammells
             ,
             and
             slew
             the
             Men
             :
             An
             other
             that
             all
             his
             Children
             were
             slayne
             by
             the
             fall
             of
             the
             House
             ,
             as
             they
             were
             Banqueting
             at
             their
             eldest
             Brothers
             .
             
             But
             what
             sayd
             
               Job
               ?
               Naked
               I
               came
               ,
               and
               Naked
               I
               must
               hence
               :
               The
               Lord
               hath
               Giuen
               ,
               and
               the
               Lord
               hath
               Taken
               .
            
          
           
             
             Doe
             you
             thinke
             we
             are
             Cast-awaies
             ,
             because
             counted
             Run-awaies
             ?
             What
             should
             we
             feare
             ?
             Say
             at
             our
             Returne
             to
             London
             ,
             our
             Friends
             be
             departed
             ,
             our
             Kindred
             lost
             ,
             or
             Seruants
             dead
             ,
             and
             our
             Goods
             spent
             vpon
             Whores
             in
             Tauernes
             ;
             Or
             say
             ,
             that
             comming
             out
             of
             the
             fresh
             Ayre
             ,
             and
             falling
             sicke
             ,
             none
             of
             you
             will
             come
             neere
             vs
             ,
             because
             we
             Fled
             from
             you
             :
             Nay
             ,
             say
             that
             Ludgate
             or
             the
             Compters
             must
             be
             our
             Innes
             ,
             where
             if
             Infection
             setts
             her
             Markes
             vpon
             vs
             ,
             neither
             
               Creditor
               ,
               Phisition
               ,
               Surgion
            
             nor
             Apothecary
             will
             resort
             to
             comfort
             vs
             :
             Yet
             haue
             we
             a
             helpe
             
             in
             all
             this
             extremity
             ;
             there
             is
             one
             Anchor
             to
             ride
             at
             in
             the
             fowlest
             Weather
             :
             One
             Friend
             hath
             promised
             to
             stick
             to
             vs
             all
             ;
             
             and
             that
             Friend
             ,
             is
             the
             Deere
             ,
             Louing
             and
             Beloued
             Earth
             :
             When
             Sonne
             nor
             Daughter
             will
             come
             neere
             our
             Coffin
             ,
             but
             shun
             our
             Carcas
             as
             loathsome
             Carion
             ,
             yet
             euen
             then
             ,
             that
             good
             Grandame
             (
             the
             aged
             Earth
             )
             will
             open
             her
             Armes
             and
             Hugge
             vs
             ,
             and
             lay
             vs
             in
             Beddes
             ,
             to
             take
             our
             euerlasting
             Sleepes
             ,
             And
             shall
             we
             be
             affrayd
             to
             come
             back
             to
             London
             ?
          
           
             No
             :
             for
             albeit
             your
             Whip-deedle
             was
             so
             bold
             to
             tell
             vs
             ,
             that
             Londoners
             in
             the
             en●
             of
             the
             last
             great
             S●cknes
             ,
             comming
             nere
             the
             City
             ,
             looked
             pale
             ,
             like
             men
             going
             to
             Execution
             ,
             that
             comparison
             frights
             not
             vs
             ;
             we
             ,
             ●n
             plaine
             &
             merry
             English
             bid
             the
             Twigger
             ,
             not
             ●o
             be
             in
             such
             feare
             of
             our
             comming
             backe
             :
             for
             an
             order
             will
             bee
             taken
             for
             some
             of
             vs
             ,
             neuer
             to
             call
             at
             the
             Counter
             for
             a
             
               Freemans
               Horse
            
             ,
             to
             carry
             him
             on
             foot
             to
             Ludgate
             .
             
             A
             many
             of
             our
             Iouiall
             Fraternitie
             are
             glad
             they
             haue
             this
             vnpolitike
             aduantage
             .
             They
             must
             haue
             been
             driuen
             to
             studie
             for
             a
             cleanly
             excuse
             ,
             which
             heer●
             of
             it selfe
             (
             without
             teaching
             )
             is
             growne
             very
             mannerly
             .
          
           
             There
             bee
             men
             that
             dare
             eate
             Spiders
             :
             Monkeyes
             swallow
             them
             ,
             and
             by
             them
             get
             sweet
             breaths
             ;
             why
             then
             should
             not
             many
             Limbes
             of
             our
             Estates
             bee
             made
             the
             sounder
             by
             this
             Infectious
             fracture
             ?
          
           
             There
             is
             an
             Ireland
             to
             flie
             to
             ,
             
             and
             a
             Low-countries
             to
             roare
             in
             ,
             and
             a
             Wales
             ,
             to
             keepe
             the
             winde
             of
             Lawyers
             from
             vs
             with
             her
             Mountaines
             :
             Wee
             can
             bee
             Bankerupts
             on
             this
             side
             ,
             and
             
               Gentlemen
               of
               a
               Company
            
             beyond-Sea
             :
             bee
             burst
             at
             London
             ,
             
             and
             piec'd
             vp
             in
             Rotterdam
             .
             The
             Sea
             is
             a
             Purger
             ,
             and
             at
             Sea
             must
             our
             Fortunes
             take
             Phisicke
             .
          
           
             Amongst
             many
             other
             euils
             ,
             which
             might
             terrifie
             men
             from
             repayring
             to
             London
             ,
             the
             griping
             hands
             of
             Clarkes
             of
             Churches
             ,
             and
             their
             Sextons
             ,
             and
             the
             villanous
             doggednesse
             of
             vncharitable
             Bearers
             ,
             are
             two
             maine
             ones
             .
             Too
             many
             crie
             out
             vpon
             their
             crueltie
             ;
             they
             flea
             the
             liuing
             ,
             and
             dishonor
             the
             dead
             ,
             
             by
             tearing
             money
             out
             of
             poore
             peoples
             throats
             ,
             at
             the
             buriall
             of
             Husbands
             ,
             Wiues
             ,
             or
             Children
             ,
             when
             it
             were
             greater
             almes
             ,
             to
             abate
             from
             such
             Vulturous
             Deuourers
             (
             those
             currish
             Coffin-Tossers
             )
             their
             vnconscionable
             racking
             demands
             ,
             and
             to
             giue
             it
             
             to
             the
             suruiuing
             distressed
             Creatures
             .
             
             Wee
             fare
             better
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ;
             for
             there
             wee
             pay
             neither
             for
             Belles
             nor
             Bearers
             ,
             neither
             Minister
             ,
             Vicar
             ,
             Sir
             Domine
             ,
             nor
             his
             Clarke
             will
             take
             a
             penie
             for
             any
             of
             vs.
             
          
           
             And
             they
             deale
             noblier
             ,
             then
             wee
             heare
             a
             Citizen
             was
             dealt
             with
             ,
             in
             a
             Towne
             not
             aboue
             two
             miles
             from
             London
             ,
             whose
             Mayd-seruant
             there
             ending
             her
             life
             ,
             the
             Hatches
             of
             a
             Ship
             are
             not
             so
             close
             ,
             as
             the
             doores
             and
             windowes
             of
             that
             infidelian
             Village
             were
             ;
             
             not
             one
             durst
             for
             money
             ,
             digge
             a
             graue
             ,
             no
             reward
             bribe
             the
             Clunnicors
             to
             carry
             the
             body
             to
             Church
             :
             insomuch
             that
             the
             Master
             of
             this
             Seruant
             was
             compelled
             with
             sixteene
             shillings
             (
             for
             vnder
             they
             would
             not
             goe
             )
             to
             hire
             foure
             London-Bearers
             ,
             to
             carry
             her
             to
             her
             graue
             ,
             whose
             casting
             vp
             likewise
             cost
             a
             price
             extraordinary
             .
          
           
             This
             dreadfull
             season
             of
             so
             many
             gastly
             apparitions
             ,
             should
             (
             as
             wee
             thinke
             )
             fright
             all
             wickednesse
             out
             of
             the
             Citie
             :
             but
             wee
             heare
             it
             does
             not
             .
             For
             all
             the
             distance
             of
             miles
             betweene
             you
             and
             vs
             ,
             the
             swearing
             and
             cursing
             amongst
             some
             of
             you
             ,
             leaues
             a
             tingling
             in
             our
             eares
             .
             For
             ,
             one
             woman
             hauing
             left
             Egges
             in
             a
             roome
             at
             her
             going
             foorth
             ,
             
             and
             missing
             them
             (
             as
             forgetting
             where
             shee
             layd
             them
             )
             at
             her
             comming
             in
             ,
             wished
             that
             the
             Plague
             might
             consume
             them
             that
             eate
             them
             .
             Yet
             after
             her
             anger
             was
             past
             ,
             
             and
             forgetting
             her
             curse
             ,
             they
             were
             drest
             ,
             and
             eaten
             by
             her
             children
             ,
             all
             of
             them
             dying
             the
             next
             day
             after
             .
             You
             know
             this
             better
             then
             wee
             ,
             and
             are
             neere
             to
             Blacke-Friers
             where
             the
             Curse
             fell
             ;
             if
             you
             haue
             a
             minde
             to
             examine
             the
             truth
             .
          
           
             This
             was
             a
             
               Rod
               for
               a
               Curser
            
             :
             but
             this
             that
             is
             held
             vp
             next
             ,
             was
             
               a
               Rod
               to
               whip
               Presumption
            
             .
          
           
             A
             young
             man
             hauing
             some
             place
             in
             a
             Parish
             Church
             in
             London
             ,
             being
             (
             as
             to
             vs
             it
             was
             reported
             )
             to
             locke
             vp
             the
             Church-yard
             ,
             called
             to
             a
             man
             ,
             who
             stood
             amazed
             at
             the
             deepe
             graues
             ;
             and
             looking
             into
             one
             that
             was
             not
             filled
             vp
             ,
             
             the
             other
             called
             to
             him
             to
             Come
             away
             ,
             and
             (
             after
             a
             scoffing
             manner
             )
             told
             him
             ,
             he
             were
             best
             stay
             there
             all
             night
             ,
             and
             take
             vp
             his
             lodging
             .
             No
             ,
             quoth
             the
             other
             ,
             you
             may
             lye
             heere
             (
             for
             ought
             I
             know
             )
             before
             mee
             .
             I
             lye
             heere
             (
             said
             hee
             :
             )
             see
             ,
             I
             can
             lye
             heere
             at
             my
             pleasure
             ;
             and
             so
             leaping
             into
             the
             graue
             ,
             and
             spreading
             his
             body
             vpon
             
             the
             dead
             ,
             out
             hee
             came
             presently
             in
             a
             iesting
             manner
             :
             
             But
             going
             home
             ,
             sickened
             that
             night
             ,
             and
             lay
             there
             the
             next
             day
             in
             earnest
             .
          
           
             We
             haue
             no
             such
             foule-mouthed
             women
             neere
             the
             Villages
             wee
             incampe
             in
             :
             no
             such
             desperate
             youths
             so
             to
             tempt
             Fate
             .
             
             No
             ,
             no
             ,
             giue
             the
             Countrey
             people
             their
             due
             ,
             and
             there
             are
             none
             like
             them
             liuing
             vpon
             the
             face
             of
             the
             earth
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             true
             picture
             of
             the
             Countrey
             people
             .
          
           
             IT
             is
             reported
             ,
             that
             the
             gates
             of
             Innes
             ,
             and
             doores
             of
             Victualling-houses
             are
             lock'd
             against
             vs
             ,
             and
             that
             we
             are
             vsed
             like
             Dogges
             .
             Wee
             stand
             vp
             for
             the
             Countrey
             :
             This
             is
             false
             :
             
             T
             is
             an
             arrant
             lye
             :
             for
             all
             the
             Countrey
             people
             take
             their
             houses
             of
             purpose
             for
             Londoners
             :
             and
             for
             vsage
             ,
             they
             make
             more
             of
             vs
             ,
             then
             they
             can
             of
             their
             owne
             kinne
             .
          
           
             Most
             deare
             are
             they
             to
             the
             worst
             Citizen
             that
             comes
             within
             their
             doores
             :
             Marry
             wee
             must
             tell
             you
             ,
             those
             are
             not
             very
             many
             ;
             and
             the
             reason
             is
             ,
             they
             will
             not
             (
             in
             a
             dangerous
             time
             )
             pester
             men
             together
             .
          
           
             So
             well-giuen
             are
             they
             ,
             that
             continually
             they
             pray
             for
             vs
             
             :
             and
             when
             (
             in
             the
             open
             fieldes
             ,
             for
             ayre
             sake
             ,
             or
             vnder
             a
             hedge
             for
             coolenesse
             )
             wee
             sit
             downe
             to
             eate
             or
             drinke
             ,
             they
             (
             good
             soules
             )
             will
             not
             touch
             so
             much
             as
             a
             bit
             of
             our
             Bread
             ;
             
             it
             shall
             not
             be
             said
             ,
             They
             turned
             vs
             out
             like
             staruelings
             .
          
           
             So
             mannerly
             are
             they
             (
             now
             )
             growne
             ,
             
             that
             if
             two
             or
             three
             Citizens
             walke
             through
             a
             Towne
             ,
             all
             the
             Countrey
             people
             step
             presently
             in
             at
             doores
             ,
             onely
             in
             modestie
             to
             giue
             them
             the
             Wall.
             
          
           
             And
             so
             cleanly
             are
             they
             in
             euery
             paltry
             Village
             ,
             that
             if
             there
             bee
             but
             ten
             stragling
             houses
             ,
             you
             shall
             not
             for
             your
             heart
             see
             a
             foule
             paire
             of
             sheets
             in
             any
             one
             of
             '
             em
             .
             
          
           
             T
             is
             reported
             in
             London
             ,
             that
             wee
             are
             lodged
             in
             Barnes
             ,
             in
             
               Hay-lofts
               ,
               Hay-cocks
            
             ,
             and
             Stackes
             of
             Straw
             :
             t
             is
             true
             ,
             but
             why
             ?
             Alas
             !
             when
             Londoners
             that
             haue
             trauaild
             hard
             ,
             scramble
             to
             a
             Towne
             (
             all
             faint
             and
             weary
             )
             the
             honest
             Country
             people
             ,
             point
             to
             such
             places
             ,
             to
             the
             ende
             they
             may
             there
             lye
             soft
             ,
             
             till
             their
             chambers
             bee
             prouiding
             .
             O!
             they
             are
             the
             louingest
             wormes
             
             Earth
             euer
             sent
             forth
             :
             offer
             them
             money
             ,
             they
             scorne
             to
             touch
             it
             :
             
             neither
             (
             hauing
             so
             many
             Gold-Smiths
             amongst
             them
             )
             doe
             they
             weigh
             Gold.
             
             Reach
             to
             take
             'em
             by
             the
             hand
             ,
             they
             will
             not
             doe
             it
             for
             an
             hundred
             pound
             .
             And
             why
             ?
             Shall
             they
             and
             we
             be
             Haile-fellow
             well
             met
             ?
          
           
             How
             grossely
             doe
             they
             wrong
             them
             ,
             that
             report
             ,
             how
             they
             stop
             their
             noses
             at
             vs
             ,
             &
             would
             make
             Bonfires
             in
             their
             Townes
             to
             bee
             ridd
             of
             vs
             ?
             This
             is
             another
             lye
             :
             They
             neuer
             come
             neere
             any
             of
             vs
             ,
             but
             they
             are
             ready
             
               (
               Kinde
               whorsons
            
             )
             to
             fall
             downe
             at
             our
             feet
             :
             and
             for
             ridding
             vs
             away
             ;
             why
             ,
             take
             your
             leaue
             of
             them
             neuer
             so
             often
             ,
             any
             Townesman
             thinkes
             himselfe
             halfe
             vndone
             ,
             
             if
             he
             but
             see
             a
             Londoner
             Departing
             .
          
           
             Much
             more
             could
             wee
             speake
             in
             their
             praises
             ,
             but
             wee
             are
             afraid
             they
             le
             bee
             angry
             at
             this
             ;
             for
             they
             loue
             not
             to
             haue
             their
             good
             deedes
             proclaimed
             to
             the
             World.
             
             Wee
             will
             therefore
             conceale
             ,
             what
             they
             would
             haue
             hidden
             .
             And
             albeit
             wee
             cannot
             glew
             vp
             Mens
             lippes
             ,
             
             we
             know
             what
             we
             know
             of
             these
             People
             ,
             and
             a
             good
             many
             of
             vs
             are
             sure
             to
             be
             Bound
             to
             them
             for
             euer
             .
          
        
         
           
             Leaue
             Them
             ,
             and
             now
             to
             our Selues
             .
          
           
             NOw
             shall
             you
             vnderstand
             what
             we
             doe
             ,
             and
             how
             we
             liue
             ▪
             or
             ,
             though
             your
             Beadle
             who
             Whippes
             Runne-awaies
             saies
             ,
             that
             we
             are
             merry
             in
             our
             Countrey
             houses
             ,
             and
             sitte
             safe
             (
             as
             we
             thinke
             )
             from
             the
             gun-shotte
             of
             this
             Contagion
             ,
             in
             our
             Orchards
             and
             Gardens
             :
             
             Yet
             we
             would
             haue
             him
             know
             ,
             that
             we
             looke
             back
             vpon
             our
             
               Disconsolate
               Mother
            
             (
             the
             
               City
               ,
            
             )
             we
             sigh
             at
             her
             sorrowes
             ,
             weepe
             for
             her
             distresse
             ,
             and
             are
             heauy
             in
             Soule
             ,
             but
             to
             remember
             her
             Lamentations
             .
             Farre
             though
             She
             be
             from
             vs
             ,
             yet
             doe
             her
             Miseries
             flye
             into
             our
             Bosomes
             :
             And
             albeit
             (
             out
             of
             humane
             frailety
             )
             we
             left
             her
             hoping
             thereby
             not
             to
             fall
             into
             Deaths
             handes
             ,
             (
             O
             wretched
             and
             deceiaued
             Men
             that
             we
             are
             !
             )
             Death
             hath
             with
             his
             long
             Arme
             ,
             reacht
             vs
             and
             our
             Families
             ;
             
             and
             therefore
             ,
             scithence
             there
             is
             no
             Corner
             in
             the
             Kingdome
             (
             were
             it
             as
             vast
             as
             the
             World
             )
             to
             hide
             vs
             from
             his
             Face
             ,
             thus
             doe
             we
             Arme
             one
             an
             other
             against
             him
             .
          
           
             
               In
               these
               and
               the
               like
               Speeches
               (
               now
               following
               )
               doe's
               the
            
             Absent
             Londoner
             
               giue
               his
               fellow
               Citizen
               a
               little
               Consolation
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             A
             Run-awaies
             Speech
             to
             his
             Fellow
             Run-awaies
             ,
             Arming
             them
             (
             though
             flying
             from
             Death
             )
             to
             meete
             Death
             brauely
             ,
             and
             face
             to
             face
             .
          
           
             O
             My
             deere
             Brothers
             ,
             and
             Copartners
             in
             misery
             !
             Death
             is
             a
             cruell
             Creditor
             ,
             and
             will
             haue
             all
             that
             we
             owe
             him
             .
             
             Man
             is
             an
             imperfect
             Garden
             ,
             and
             to
             keepe
             it
             from
             being
             ouer-run
             with
             Weedes
             ,
             it
             must
             be
             turn'd
             into
             a
             Graue
             .
             As
             our
             Birth
             brings
             the
             beginning
             of
             all
             things
             ,
             so
             our
             Death
             shewes
             vs
             the
             end
             of
             all
             things
             :
             For
             if
             thou
             hast
             liued
             but
             one
             day
             ,
             thou
             hast
             seen
             all
             that
             
               All
               Men
            
             before
             in
             the
             World
             euer
             saw
             ;
             the
             same
             Light
             ,
             the
             same
             Night
             ;
             they
             came
             in
             as
             thou
             did'st
             ,
             and
             went
             out
             as
             thou
             must
             .
          
           
             Death
             then
             being
             a
             Part
             of
             our Selues
             ,
             why
             should
             we
             flye
             our Selues
             ?
             Men
             ,
             nor
             their
             Liues
             are
             measur'd
             by
             the
             Ell
             ,
             but
             by
             the
             Spanne
             :
             No
             matter
             how
             long
             Life
             is
             ,
             but
             how
             Good
             :
             No
             matter
             how
             Short
             ,
             so
             the
             End
             be
             sweet
             :
             It
             is
             but
             Once
             ,
             and
             what
             happens
             but
             once
             can
             not
             be
             grieuous
             .
          
           
             Nothing
             makes
             Death
             dreadfull
             ,
             but
             that
             which
             followes
             Death
             :
             The
             After-Reckoning
             troubles
             all
             our
             Arithmetick
             how
             to
             Cast
             it
             vp
             :
             If
             nothing
             were
             to
             be
             hoped
             for
             after
             this
             Life
             ,
             the
             basest
             Creature
             were
             more
             happy
             then
             Man.
             
          
           
             One
             intreated
             Caesar
             that
             he
             might
             be
             put
             to
             death
             ,
             
             because
             he
             was
             Old
             ▪
             and
             Lame
             and
             C●●zed
             :
             But
             (
             quoth
             
               Caesar
               )
               Ar't
               sure
               to
               be
               dead
               Then
            
             ?
             Let
             vs
             all
             be
             Caesars
             :
             Whether
             we
             liue
             or
             dye
             ,
             lett
             vs
             be
             like
             Belles
             which
             at
             Coronations
             and
             Funeralls
             are
             one
             and
             the
             same
             Ring
             :
             In
             Health
             or
             Sicknes
             ,
             Crosses
             or
             Comforts
             ,
             
             Calmes
             or
             Tempests
             ,
             in
             Countrey
             or
             in
             City
             ,
             so
             Tune
             our
             Soules
             ,
             that
             all
             the
             Notes
             may
             be
             Sett
             for
             Heauen
             .
          
           
             For
             Death
             hath
             his
             
               A
               B.
               C.
            
             printed
             on
             euery
             thing
             we
             looke
             vpon
             .
             
             To
             behold
             Sheetes
             turnd
             downe
             (
             at
             bedde-time
             )
             puts
             vs
             in
             minde
             ,
             that
             that
             's
             the
             last
             Garment
             which
             we
             shall
             euer
             weare
             .
             If
             a
             Cloath
             be
             but
             layd
             on
             a
             Table
             ,
             thinke
             on
             a
             Coarse
             ,
             and
             (
             in
             feeding
             )
             say
             to
             thy selfe
             ;
             
               I
               fatten
               this
               Body
               for
               Wormes
               ,
               which
               one
               day
               (
               how
               soone
               J
               know
               not
               )
               will
               fatten
               themselues
               on
               mee
               .
            
             Our
             Last
             Day
             is
             the
             Maister-day
             ,
             
             looke
             to
             that
             well
             ,
             and
             the
             Calender
             of
             thy
             life
             goes
             well
             .
          
           
           
             As
             thus
             we
             were
             Fortifying
             our selues
             against
             the
             Batteries
             of
             Death
             ,
             
             into
             our
             company
             rushes
             a
             Londoner
             ,
             (
             ore
             that
             fights
             vnder
             our
             Countrey
             Cullors
             ,
             )
             and
             Hee
             in
             a
             passionate
             Exclamation
             ,
             cryes
             out
             ,
             Are
             you
             sending
             an
             Answere
             to
             
               The
               Rodde
               for
               Runne-awayes
            
             ?
             And
             haue
             you
             written
             so
             fully
             in
             praise
             of
             our
             Countrey-Landlords
             ;
             I
             am
             a
             Tennant
             as
             you
             are
             ,
             let
             me
             pay
             them
             my
             Rent
             too
             ,
             and
             so
             intreated
             that
             in
             our
             Packet
             ,
             his
             Letters
             of
             Commendations
             might
             be
             inclosed
             ,
             which
             begin
             thus
             .
          
        
         
           
             An
             other
             manner
             of
             Picture
             ,
             drawne
             in
             Lant-skip
             ,
             of
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             shewing
             as
             well
             as
             the
             other
             ,
             and
             (
             as
             some
             say
             that
             are
             trauaild
             into
             those
             places
             )
             trewer
             .
          
           
             
             
               VT
               que
               erat
               impatiens
               irae
            
             —
             O
             (
             quoth
             he
             !
             )
             Wee
             that
             haue
             left
             London
             ,
             ran
             from
             a
             Storme
             to
             fall
             vpon
             a
             Ship-wrack
             ;
             to
             saue
             our
             throates
             from
             cutting
             amongst
             Lambes
             ,
             we
             haue
             been
             bitten
             by
             Serpents
             ,
             stung
             by
             Adders
             ,
             worried
             by
             Wolues
             ,
             and
             sett
             vpon
             by
             Lyons
             .
          
           
             
             That
             Name
             (
             of
             Londoner
             )
             which
             had
             wont
             to
             draw
             out
             a
             whole
             Towne
             to
             stare
             vpon
             him
             ,
             and
             a
             Church-yeard
             full
             of
             People
             (
             after
             Seruice
             )
             to
             gape
             vpon
             his
             fine
             Cloathes
             ,
             spruce
             silke-Stockins
             ,
             and
             neate
             steeletto-fied
             Beard
             :
             That
             Name
             ,
             to
             be
             Called
             by
             which
             ,
             all
             the
             Land
             (
             from
             one
             end
             to
             the
             other
             )
             sends
             her
             Sonnes
             ,
             here
             to
             Sow
             their
             Clownary
             ,
             and
             to
             Reape
             Witte
             ,
             out
             of
             that
             Witte
             ,
             to
             Thrash
             Wealth
             ,
             and
             by
             that
             Wealth
             to
             climbe
             to
             Honor
             :
             That
             Name
             is
             now
             so
             ill
             ,
             that
             he
             is
             halfe
             hanged
             in
             the
             Countrey
             that
             has
             it
             :
             
             As
             Spanish
             Women
             (
             in
             Sir
             
               Francis
               Drakes
            
             time
             )
             had
             wont
             to
             still
             their
             Ninnios
             (
             their
             little
             Children
             ,
             )
             with
             crying
             out
             ,
             
               Hush
               ,
               the
               Drake
               comes
            
             :
             So
             now
             ,
             
             Men
             ,
             Women
             and
             Children
             ,
             cry
             out
             ,
             
               Away
               ,
               Flye
               ,
               a
               Londoner
               comes
               .
            
          
           
             In
             Rufus
             his
             Reigne
             ,
             an
             English-man
             durst
             not
             in
             his
             owne
             Countrey
             say
             he
             was
             an
             English-man
             ;
             a
             Londoner
             now
             is
             at
             the
             same
             passe
             .
          
           
             Be
             a
             Londoner
             neuer
             so
             reuerend
             for
             Age
             ,
             neuer
             so
             Gallant
             ,
             neuer
             so
             full
             of
             Gold
             and
             Siluer
             ,
             neuer
             so
             sweet
             in
             behauiour
             ,
             so
             bewitching
             in
             Language
             ,
             and
             but
             once
             come
             to
             be
             examined
             by
             (
             those
             Russet
             Images
             of
             Authority
             )
             the
             Countrey
             Bill-men
             ,
             he
             
             speakes
             to
             the
             
               North
               wind
            
             ,
             courts
             a
             Porpose
             at
             Sea
             ,
             
             seekes
             to
             soften
             a
             Rocke
             ,
             and
             stroakes
             a
             Beare
             in
             the
             Bayting
             :
             Euery
             one
             of
             these
             Tytiries
             is
             a
             Case
             of
             Rapiers
             to
             a
             single
             Ponyard
             .
          
           
             It
             is
             no
             Tickling
             thē
             like
             Troutes
             ,
             to
             make
             'em
             turne
             vp
             their
             Bellies
             ;
             No
             ,
             he
             that
             makes
             himselfe
             a
             Lambe
             amongst
             them
             is
             worried
             :
             Feed
             a
             Foole
             so
             long
             as
             he
             will
             cramme
             ,
             
             and
             he
             bursts
             his
             Belly
             :
             The
             more
             you
             fawne
             on
             them
             ,
             the
             sooner
             they
             flye
             in
             your
             face
             :
             As
             Heate
             makes
             a
             flea
             to
             skippe
             ,
             
             so
             the
             warme
             breath
             of
             a
             Londoners
             mouth
             is
             able
             to
             make
             a
             Hay-Gee
             Gentleman
             ready
             to
             leape
             out
             of
             his
             skinne
             through
             feare
             .
          
           
             
               Silly
               Creatures
            
             !
             their
             Countrey
             Spirits
             goe
             but
             with
             
               Wherries
               ,
               Oares
            
             would
             drowne
             them
             ;
             but
             miserable
             Animals
             are
             they
             to
             be
             so
             cowardly
             ,
             for
             Feare
             is
             a
             terrible
             Hangman
             ,
             and
             his
             Halters
             doe
             they
             tye
             about
             their
             Owne
             Neckes
             .
             What
             can
             be
             more
             Noble
             then
             to
             doe
             Good
             ?
             and
             what
             more
             Good
             then
             not
             to
             doe
             ill
             ?
             But
             here
             in
             the
             Countrey
             (
             amongst
             the
             Barbarous
             sort
             )
             he
             is
             counted
             a
             Varlet
             that
             dares
             be
             mercifull
             ,
             and
             he
             a
             good
             Townse-man
             that
             dares
             turne
             Diuell
             .
          
           
             To
             goe
             Braue
             here
             ,
             and
             for
             a
             Clowne
             not
             to
             care
             a
             Straw
             for
             you
             :
             Nay
             ,
             
             in
             a
             Drincking-schoole
             to
             haue
             him
             in
             his
             Sweate
             sitte
             aboue
             you
             ,
             and
             giue
             you
             base
             language
             ,
             which
             you
             dare
             not
             for
             your
             guttes
             but
             put
             vppe
             ,
             is
             no
             more
             disgrace
             then
             to
             stand
             Bare
             to
             a
             Constable
             in
             England
             ,
             goe
             Lowzy
             in
             Ireland
             ,
             or
             to
             Fare
             hard
             in
             Spayne
             .
          
           
             To
             stand
             and
             Ieere
             a
             Londoner
             in
             scorne
             ,
             as
             he
             passes
             along
             ,
             
             is
             the
             
               Countrey
               Posture
            
             :
             To
             walke
             by
             ,
             with
             an
             insinuating
             face
             ,
             lifting
             vp
             the
             Beauer
             ,
             and
             crindging
             to
             a
             Carter
             is
             our
             City-Posture
             .
          
           
             If
             now
             you
             demand
             how
             amongst
             these
             Heluetians
             ,
             we
             weare
             out
             our
             wearisome
             time
             ;
             Here
             's
             one
             of
             the
             Bottoms
             .
             Of
             the
             Kinges
             of
             Macedon
             ,
             who
             succeeded
             Alexander
             the
             Great
             ,
             some
             were
             afterwards
             glad
             to
             become
             
               Ioyners
               ,
               Scriueners
               ,
               Painters
            
             and
             such
             like
             :
             So
             Dionisius
             King
             of
             Sicily
             ,
             kept
             a
             Schoole
             in
             Corinth
             :
             So
             Aelfrede
             a
             Saxon
             ,
             King
             of
             England
             ,
             
             was
             forced
             in
             extremity
             to
             dwell
             with
             a
             Cow-herd
             in
             Summerset-shire
             :
             And
             so
             ,
             many
             Citizens
             that
             haue
             been
             brauer
             Fellowes
             then
             Whifflers
             on
             Simon
             and
             Iudes
             Day
             ,
             are
             fayne
             (
             in
             a
             number
             of
             Shires
             through
             England
             )
             to
             turne
             
               Hay-makers
               ,
               Cock
               Barley
            
             ,
             and
             sweat
             
             with
             Pitching
             the
             Cart
             with
             Corne
             ,
             thereby
             to
             win
             the
             hearts
             of
             those
             ,
             
             whose
             loues
             by
             no
             alurements
             can
             be
             won
             to
             them
             :
             For
             as
             Pitty
             amongst
             the
             Stoickes
             was
             held
             a
             vitious
             Passion
             ;
             So
             our
             Countrey
             
               Gnoffes
               (
               Hob
               ,
               Dick
            
             ,
             and
             Hick
             )
             are
             turnd
             Stoickes
             ,
             and
             hate
             Pitty
             worse
             then
             a
             Lawyer
             does
             a
             Clyent
             in
             Forma-Pauperis
             ,
          
           
             These
             are
             the
             sower
             Plummes
             with
             which
             we
             haue
             bene
             fed
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ;
             
             we
             send
             them
             to
             you
             for
             Samples
             ;
             but
             if
             you
             should
             after
             dinner
             haue
             all
             these
             sorts
             of
             
               Raw
               Fruict
            
             set
             before
             you
             ,
             which
             were
             gathred
             for
             vs
             ,
             and
             that
             you
             were
             constrayned
             to
             eate
             them
             ,
             as
             we
             were
             ,
             it
             is
             impossible
             but
             to
             driue
             you
             into
             Consumptions
             ,
             for
             many
             of
             vs
             here
             are
             falne
             into
             that
             Languishing
             Disease
             and
             we
             feare
             it
             will
             follow
             vs
             to
             London
             .
          
           
             
             To
             London
             !
             O
             Best-beloued
             of
             Cities
             ,
             what
             sorrowes
             doe
             feele
             when
             we
             name
             thee
             ,
             because
             euen
             then
             we
             can
             not
             see
             thee
             ?
             As
             Children
             long
             banished
             from
             Parents
             ,
             at
             their
             first
             sight
             of
             them
             ,
             Teares
             on
             eythers
             side
             (
             of
             Ioy
             )
             will
             seale
             vp
             all
             vtterance
             of
             Language
             ,
             so
             will
             it
             fare
             with
             vs
             when
             we
             behold
             Thee
             .
          
           
             Astonished
             shall
             we
             stand
             ,
             too
             heare
             thee
             relate
             the
             Tragicall
             Ouerthrowes
             of
             thy
             Sonnes
             and
             Daughters
             ,
             (
             our
             Brothers
             and
             Sisters
             :
             )
             And
             as
             sadly
             wilt
             thou
             sitte
             ,
             listning
             to
             the
             Stories
             of
             our
             Peregrinations
             ,
             in
             this
             Wildernes
             of
             English
             Wilde-men
             .
          
           
             
             Nightes
             and
             dayes
             hast
             thou
             opened
             thy
             Gates
             to
             receiue
             them
             into
             thy
             buildings
             :
             How
             often
             hast
             thou
             nourished
             them
             with
             the
             Milke
             of
             thy
             Brestes
             ?
             How
             often
             hast
             thou
             emptied
             thy
             Coffers
             ,
             to
             furnish
             them
             with
             Money
             ?
             How
             many
             of
             their
             Sonnes
             hast
             thou
             taken
             from
             the
             Plough
             ,
             and
             from
             their
             Poore
             and
             Rusticall
             Parents
             ,
             and
             plac'd
             those
             Sonnes
             (
             after
             thou
             hadst
             Tutord
             them
             )
             on
             the
             Pinacles
             of
             Honor
             ?
             not
             only
             to
             stand
             there
             with
             commanding
             Eyes
             ouer
             thy
             Inhabitants
             (
             O
             now
             deiected
             London
             !
             )
             but
             from
             thence
             ,
             thou
             hast
             prefer'd
             them
             ,
             to
             ride
             in
             more
             glorious
             Chariots
             ,
             and
             to
             attend
             as
             Councellors
             ,
             on
             many
             of
             our
             English
             Kinges
             .
          
           
             Yet
             (
             ingratefull
             as
             they
             are
             !
             )
             Vs
             haue
             they
             in
             our
             sorest
             extremities
             ,
             thrust
             out
             of
             Doores
             ,
             denyed
             vs
             house-roome
             ,
             euen
             in
             their
             Stables
             amongst
             their
             Horses
             ,
             refuzde
             for
             Money
             to
             throw
             vs
             Meate
             ,
             (
             as
             Hunters
             doe
             to
             their
             Dogges
             :
             )
             and
             vsing
             
             vs
             ,
             our
             Wiues
             and
             Children
             ,
             (
             numbers
             of
             vs
             being
             their
             owne
             naturall
             Children
             )
             with
             a
             more
             then
             
               Turkish
               crueltie
            
             ;
             As
             if
             none
             els
             in
             this
             Kingdome
             had
             deserued
             punishment
             from
             Heauen
             ,
             but
             thou
             only
             (
             deerest
             Mother
             ,
             )
             and
             that
             God
             were
             the
             God
             of
             a
             City
             alone
             ,
             and
             not
             of
             the
             Countrey
             .
          
           
             But
             stay
             ,
             whither
             are
             wee
             caried
             ?
             why
             does
             this
             torrent
             of
             mourning
             and
             complaining
             breake
             in
             to
             ouerwhelme
             vs
             ,
             when
             an
             Arme
             from
             heauen
             hath
             stucke
             vp
             a
             Land-marke
             to
             saue
             vs
             from
             drowning
             ?
             The
             weekely
             Bills
             are
             come
             downe
             (
             like
             the
             Doue
             out
             of
             
               Noahs
               Arke
            
             ,
             with
             her
             Oliue-branch
             ,
             
             a
             blessed
             signe
             that
             the
             waters
             are
             fallen
             !
             )
             O
             excellent
             Musicke
             !
             See
             fellow-Citizens
             ,
             Death
             hath
             not
             cut
             off
             so
             many
             as
             he
             did
             in
             his
             foure
             last
             Battails
             ,
             by
             3000.
             persons
             and
             odde
             .
             God
             begins
             to
             repent
             him
             of
             his
             anger
             ,
             albeit
             numbers
             of
             vs
             repent
             not
             of
             our
             sinnes
             .
             Celestiall
             harmony
             played
             vpon
             3000
             strings
             ;
             the
             Bells
             haue
             à
             desire
             to
             lessen
             their
             Consort
             ,
             they
             haue
             wearied
             themselues
             with
             playing
             sad
             lessons
             ,
             and
             deafned
             the
             Ayre
             to
             stay
             day
             and
             night
             to
             heare
             them
             .
             These
             are
             Bankets
             vnlookt
             for
             (
             therefore
             the
             sweeter
             ;
             these
             are
             comforts
             vndeserued
             ,
             (
             and
             therefore
             the
             welcomer
             .
             )
             Our
             hearts
             being
             not
             a
             little
             (
             but
             wonderfully
             )
             reuiued
             ,
             we
             will
             with
             some
             Tales
             of
             our
             owne
             misfortunes
             here
             in
             the
             Countrey
             ,
             bestow
             vpon
             you
             one
             half
             houres
             recreation
             .
          
           
             A
             Londoner
             of
             great
             Estate
             ,
             riding
             at
             the
             beginning
             of
             the
             Contagion
             ,
             with
             his
             wife
             and
             two
             onely
             children
             (
             hauing
             no
             more
             )
             was
             for
             his
             money
             well
             receiud
             into
             a
             Town
             ,
             lodged
             in
             a
             faire
             house
             ,
             the
             country-neighbors
             resorted
             to
             him
             ,
             and
             were
             glad
             of
             welcomes
             ,
             for
             their
             stomackes
             were
             not
             so
             subiect
             to
             Qualmes
             ,
             and
             watry
             spittings
             ,
             as
             since
             they
             are
             fallen
             into
             .
             But
             in
             the
             end
             ,
             God
             (
             to
             shew
             how
             far-soeuer
             we
             flie
             ,
             hath
             wings
             to
             ouer-take
             vs
             )
             laid
             his
             hand
             vpon
             this
             Londoners
             two
             children
             ,
             strucke
             them
             with
             sicknesse
             first
             ,
             and
             in
             a
             few
             dayes
             after
             with
             Death
             .
          
           
             Being
             dead
             ,
             the
             Londoner
             (
             struck
             in
             yeares
             )
             fell
             into
             consideration
             of
             his
             leauing
             the
             Citie
             ,
             
             &
             (
             full
             of
             sorrow
             )
             much
             lamented
             his
             departing
             from
             it
             ,
             most
             peremptorily
             condemning
             him selfe
             ,
             as
             guilty
             of
             pulling
             downe
             the
             wrath
             of
             heauen
             vpon
             his
             two
             sweet
             Babes
             ,
             for
             his
             hastie
             flying
             (
             like
             Adam
             )
             out
             of
             Gods
             reach
             ,
             when
             at
             the
             holding
             vp
             of
             a
             finger
             ,
             hee
             would
             finde
             him
             
             out
             .
             This
             added
             some
             heauy
             weights
             to
             his
             sorrow
             ,
             yet
             this
             seemed
             nothing
             ,
             to
             what
             was
             layd
             vpon
             him
             afterwards
             .
             For
             his
             two
             children
             lying
             dead
             vpon
             a
             table
             ,
             
             the
             Minister
             would
             not
             come
             neere
             him
             to
             bury
             them
             ;
             no
             Clarke
             (
             to
             get
             a
             Parsons
             liuing
             )
             would
             venture
             to
             Church
             with
             them
             ;
             there
             was
             none
             to
             dig
             a
             graue
             for
             as
             much
             ground
             as
             the
             whole
             town
             stood
             vpon
             ;
             and
             for
             Coffins
             !
             had
             he
             bin
             owner
             of
             coffers
             filld
             with
             gold
             ,
             hee
             could
             not
             with
             them
             haue
             hired
             a
             fellowe
             to
             make
             one
             .
             Then
             came
             into
             his
             mind
             the
             happinesse
             of
             Londoners
             at
             home
             :
             for
             all
             their
             miseries
             ,
             for
             all
             the
             tedious
             marchings
             of
             threescore
             or
             fourscore
             in
             a
             day
             to
             one
             Churchyard
             ,
             yet
             there
             was
             a
             Comfort
             ,
             a
             blessing
             ,
             a
             reioycing
             ,
             to
             see
             those
             bodies
             receiue
             decent
             Christian
             Buriall
             .
             Had
             his
             children
             bin
             snatchd
             from
             him
             in
             London
             ,
             I
             could
             ,
             said
             he
             (
             his
             heart-strings
             being
             ready
             to
             crack
             with
             sighing
             )
             haue
             had
             friends
             and
             kinred
             ,
             to
             accompany
             them
             to
             their
             graues
             :
             no
             Ceremonies
             should
             haue
             beene
             wanting
             due
             to
             the
             dead
             :
             But
             now
             !
             and
             then
             he
             brake
             off
             ;
             recollecting
             his
             spirits
             ,
             and
             resoluing
             to
             make
             a
             vertue
             of
             necessitie
             ,
             He
             determined
             (
             seeing
             no
             other
             remedy
             )
             to
             bury
             his
             children
             himselfe
             .
             A
             graue
             herevpon
             he
             digged
             in
             the
             handsomest
             fashion
             he
             could
             ,
             &
             then
             fetching
             first
             one
             child
             ,
             and
             after
             ,
             the
             other
             (
             his
             Wife
             being
             a
             partner
             in
             this
             tragicall
             passage
             )
             he
             read
             Seruice
             ouer
             them
             ;
             the
             Mother
             ,
             when
             he
             came
             to
             these
             words
             ,
             
               Earth
               to
               earth
               ,
               Ashes
               to
               ashes
               ,
            
             performing
             that
             dutie
             .
          
           
             
             This
             is
             too
             sad
             ;
             here
             's
             one
             more
             merry
             .
             A
             Prentice
             of
             London
             being
             handsomly
             attired
             in
             one
             faire
             sute
             ,
             and
             carrying
             another
             down
             with
             him
             ,
             went
             to
             see
             his
             mother
             in
             the
             country
             45
             miles
             from
             London
             ;
             with
             fetching
             a
             compasse
             (
             for
             he
             knew
             what
             danger
             it
             was
             to
             fall
             into
             the
             hands
             of
             that
             
               English-Spanish
               Inquisition
            
             ,
             (
             the
             Muster
             of
             Billmen
             )
             he
             gat
             into
             the
             backside
             of
             his
             Mothers
             house
             ;
             to
             her
             ,
             notice
             being
             giuen
             ,
             that
             her
             sonne
             was
             come
             from
             London
             ,
             shee
             was
             ready
             to
             fall
             into
             a
             swound
             ;
             shee
             could
             not
             hold
             a
             ioynt
             ;
             her
             cheekes
             lookd
             pale
             ,
             &
             her
             eyes
             with
             feare
             almost
             setled
             in
             her
             head
             :
             In
             the
             end
             ,
             Affection
             conquering
             Passion
             ,
             she
             ventur'd
             to
             see
             him
             .
             He
             ,
             as
             she
             was
             approching
             ,
             falling
             on
             his
             knees
             for
             her
             blessing
             ,
             the
             first
             word
             she
             vttered
             was
             this
             ,
             
               God
               blesse
               thee
               ,
               &
               God
               blesse
               me
               from
               comming
               neere
               thy
               company
               .
            
             And
             so
             charging
             him
             as
             yet
             not
             to
             come
             into
             the
             
             house
             ,
             but
             to
             keepe
             himselfe
             in
             an
             out
             Wood-pile
             ,
             whither
             a
             Bed
             should
             be
             sent
             him
             ,
             with
             which
             the
             yong
             man
             was
             content
             ,
             only
             it
             grieued
             him
             ,
             that
             his
             mother
             (
             all
             the
             time
             that
             shee
             talked
             with
             him
             )
             stood
             not
             onely
             a
             great
             distance
             from
             him
             ,
             but
             held
             her
             nose
             betweene
             her
             fingers
             .
          
           
             My
             yong
             Master
             had
             brought
             a
             Comrade
             with
             him
             ,
             who
             was
             to
             leaue
             him
             the
             next
             morning
             :
             that
             night
             therfore
             they
             would
             be
             merry
             :
             good
             drinke
             was
             sent
             them
             by
             a
             Mayd
             ,
             who
             set
             it
             a
             farre
             off
             ,
             and
             they
             must
             fetch
             it
             :
             
             then
             had
             they
             a
             ioynt
             of
             Meat
             laid
             to
             the
             fire
             ,
             which
             was
             likewise
             sent
             them
             ,
             but
             with
             this
             cōdition
             ,
             They
             were
             to
             eat
             it
             vp
             euery
             bit
             ;
             for
             not
             so
             much
             as
             the
             bones
             they
             left
             ,
             should
             bee
             giuen
             to
             any
             dogge
             in
             the
             house
             or
             towne
             .
             Night
             being
             come
             ,
             &
             our
             trauailing
             Caualiers
             hauing
             a
             desire
             to
             drinke
             Tobacco
             ,
             which
             they
             brought
             with
             them
             :
             a
             clowne
             of
             the
             house
             (
             when
             the
             mother
             was
             in
             bed
             )
             pluckt
             vp
             a
             good
             heart
             ,
             rubbd
             his
             cheekes
             and
             forehead
             ,
             gaue
             halfe
             a
             score
             hemmes
             ,
             to
             fetch
             vp
             his
             spirit
             ,
             which
             ran
             to
             his
             heeles
             ,
             and
             lighting
             a
             candle
             ,
             swore
             ,
             
               Come
               life
               ,
               come
               death
            
             ,
             
             he
             would
             to
             his
             yong
             Master
             ,
             he
             had
             but
             a
             breath
             to
             lose
             ,
             knew
             he
             was
             
               grasse
               and
               hay
            
             ;
             but
             (
             how
             mortall
             soeuer
             )
             he
             would
             to
             Master
             Iohn
             ,
             and
             drinke
             a
             whiffe
             with
             him
             .
             The
             valiant
             Desper-view
             did
             so
             :
             but
             the
             Watch
             walking
             the
             Round
             (
             when
             the
             Pipes
             were
             discharging
             )
             the
             candle
             plaid
             the
             Tel-tale
             ,
             &
             told
             them
             ;
             
             two
             Londoners
             were
             there
             .
             Vpon
             this
             ,
             the
             Towne
             was
             instantly
             in
             a
             Hoobbub
             ,
             the
             house
             beset
             with
             Browne-Bills
             ,
             and
             Authority
             in
             a
             Base-Organ-pipe-voice
             commanded
             the
             two
             dangerous
             Londoners
             to
             bee
             tredging
             ,
             there
             was
             no
             staying
             for
             them
             there
             .
             The
             mother
             arose
             ,
             cursd
             Tobacco
             that
             ere
             it
             came
             to
             light
             ,
             stood
             stoutly
             for
             her
             son
             awhile
             ;
             yet
             the
             town-bullets
             of
             threats
             &
             perswasions
             thumping
             about
             her
             eares
             ,
             in
             th'
             end
             she
             yeelded
             ,
             they
             shold
             raise
             the
             siege
             ,
             and
             depart
             with
             
               Bag
               and
               baggage
            
             the
             next
             morning
             .
          
           
             In
             shew
             they
             did
             so
             ,
             and
             marchd
             both
             away
             with
             small
             dishonor
             ;
             but
             the
             sonne
             secretly
             returnd
             agen
             at
             night
             ,
             was
             lodged
             in
             some
             remote
             roome
             (
             good
             for
             nothing
             but
             a
             Londoner
             )
             &
             there
             kept
             till
             a
             new
             Suit
             was
             made
             him
             ;
             which
             done
             ,
             hee
             was
             washed
             naked
             twice
             or
             thrice
             ,
             his
             other
             clothes
             ayrd
             in
             a
             ouen
             ,
             yet
             being
             smelt
             out
             ,
             his
             mothers
             house
             was
             shut
             vp
             for
             a
             month
             after
             .
          
           
             In
             another
             place
             ,
             a
             poore
             man
             dying
             in
             the
             fields
             (
             as
             hundreds
             
             round
             about
             the
             Country
             haue
             done
             the
             like
             )
             none
             would
             come
             neere
             the
             body
             ,
             
             none
             giue
             it
             Christian
             (
             nay
             any
             )
             buriall
             :
             so
             that
             it
             lay
             so
             long
             aboue
             ground
             ,
             that
             Hounds
             or
             Hoggs
             had
             eaten
             out
             his
             bowels
             ,
             and
             so
             was
             left
             that
             beasts
             might
             end
             as
             they
             had
             begun
             ,
             to
             make
             their
             bellies
             serue
             for
             his
             graue
             .
             And
             this
             hapned
             within
             few
             miles
             of
             Kiddermaster
             .
          
           
             We
             could
             tel
             you
             500
             dismal
             euents
             hapning
             in
             the
             country
             ,
             &
             put
             by
             the
             people
             vpon
             vs
             ,
             &
             all
             others
             that
             trauell
             :
             so
             wretchedly
             haue
             they
             handled
             men
             in
             some
             places
             ,
             that
             when
             a
             shilling
             has
             bin
             offred
             for
             a
             can
             of
             faire
             water
             ,
             it
             could
             not
             be
             had
             for
             money
             ,
             because
             they
             durst
             not
             come
             neere
             the
             parties
             ;
             and
             in
             one
             poore
             village
             ,
             a
             Horse-smith
             ,
             who
             neuer
             in
             his
             life
             was
             worth
             halfe
             a
             Barre
             of
             Iron
             ,
             swore
             he
             would
             not
             shooe
             a
             Londoners
             Horse
             for
             ten
             pound
             .
          
           
             We
             could
             giue
             you
             a
             full
             Picture
             of
             many
             others
             ,
             drawn
             with
             infinite
             absurdities
             about
             them
             of
             their
             owne
             naturall
             committing
             .
             But
             in
             doing
             so
             ,
             we
             shall
             but
             disgrace
             our
             owne
             Nation
             ,
             and
             leaue
             a
             discouery
             to
             the
             world
             how
             weakely
             Mann'd
             their
             Soules
             are
             with
             Faith
             ,
             and
             a
             confident
             resolution
             ,
             in
             the
             Omnipotent
             mercy
             of
             God.
             
          
           
             It
             is
             fitt
             to
             Fly
             ,
             and
             withstand
             this
             Pestiferous
             Enemy
             by
             all
             faire
             and
             lawful
             meanes
             ,
             but
             These
             Countrey
             people
             run
             backward
             (
             with
             too
             much
             feare
             ,
             but
             no
             wit
             )
             so
             that
             at
             euery
             footes
             remouing
             ,
             they
             are
             in
             danger
             to
             breake
             their
             owne
             neckes
             .
          
           
             O
             London
             !
             how
             we
             hunger
             &
             thirst
             to
             be
             within
             thy
             walles
             :
             Would
             to
             Heauen
             the
             Citie
             and
             Countrey
             were
             diuorc'd
             ,
             and
             we
             parted
             from
             them
             ,
             Away
             we
             determine
             to
             come
             ,
             yet
             with
             many
             Arguments
             are
             frighted
             from
             setting
             forward
             :
             Wee
             lay
             seuerall
             Plots
             ,
             but
             build
             vpon
             none
             :
             Sound
             euery
             little
             Creeke
             ,
             and
             Riuer
             ,
             and
             finde
             the
             water
             in
             some
             places
             too
             shallow
             ,
             and
             in
             some
             too
             deepe
             ,
             therefore
             too
             perrillous
             .
          
           
             Scinditur
             incertum
             studia
             in
             contraria
             Vulgus
             .
          
           
             
               We
               Londoners
               a
               thousand
               Questions
               make
               ,
            
             
               Which
               way
               to
               goe
               ,
               yet
               know
               not
               which
               to
               take
               .
            
          
           
             If
             we
             put
             not
             in
             at
             London
             ,
             God
             prosper
             vs
             in
             our
             next
             voyage
             ,
             which
             is
             ,
             that
             we
             may
             all
             meet
             in
             Heauen
             .
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
         
      
    
     
       
         Notes, typically marginal, from the original text
         
           Notes for div A14249-e290
           
             Who
             are
             Run-awaies
             .
          
           
             A
             Run-away
             from
             his
             Maister
             .
          
           
             A
             Run-away
             from
             his
             Captaine
             .
          
           
             A
             Run-away
             from
             a
             Sergeant
             .
          
           
             Roaring
             Run-awayes
             .
          
           
             Good
             night
             Land-Lord
             Run-awayes
             .
          
           
             He
             has
             seene
             Finsbury
             fields
             Mustering
             .
          
           
             Flight
             not
             for
             feare
             ,
             but
             safety
             ,
             nor
             for
             safty
             ,
             but
             on
             pollicy
             .
          
           
             A
             rough
             March
             turnd
             to
             a
             weeping
             Aprill
             .
          
           
             All
             these
             Castles
             were
             built
             in
             the
             Ayre
             .
          
           
             Earth
             leuels
             out
             the
             groūd
             ,
             but
             Heauen
             deuides
             the
             Acres
             .
          
           
             Folly
             to
             runne
             from
             that
             we
             can
             not
             shun
             .
          
           
             Church-Musick
             ,
             best
             and
             worst
             .
          
           
             *
             They
             were
             gon
             abroad
             ere
             we
             came
             .
          
           
             If
             there
             were
             ,
             you
             would
             giue
             ouer
             your
             Trade
             of
             Pamphletts
             .
          
           
             To
             flatter
             sick
             Mens
             Bodies
             may
             Foole
             away
             their
             Soules
             .
          
           
             Young
             Cockes
             loue
             no
             coopes
             .
          
           
             The
             more
             that
             run
             away
             whē
             a
             Field
             is
             lost
             ,
             the
             fewer
             fall
             .
          
           
             Whē
             the
             Leaders
             Flye
             ,
             shall
             the
             Soldiers
             stand
             ▪
             
          
           
             Phisick
             and
             Surgerie
             at
             a
             Non
             plus
             in
             this
             Sicknesse
             .
          
           
             If
             there
             fall
             good
             showers
             of
             Money
             ,
             els
             not
             .
          
           
             All
             our
             Money
             in
             the
             Cuntry
             is
             turnd
             into
             
               Quick
               siluer
            
             .
          
           
             If
             the
             Poore
             pine
             for
             all
             ,
             let
             the
             Rich
             pay
             for
             all
             .
          
           
             Great-Men
             ,
             Little-House-keepers
             .
          
           
             Iobs
             Estate
             .
          
           
             His
             Losses
             .
          
           
             His
             Patience
             .
          
           
             No
             Cast-awaies
             ,
             though
             Run-awaies
             .
          
           
             Well
             fare
             an
             old
             freind
             in
             a
             Corner
             .
          
           
             We
             haue
             set
             vp
             our
             staffe
             already
             .
          
           
             O
             for
             a
             good
             Winde
             !
          
           
             T
             is
             but
             changing
             our
             Copy
             
          
           
             These
             Bearers
             are
             worse
             then
             Beare-wards
             .
          
           
             A
             Londoners
             money
             in
             the
             Countrey
             is
             brasse
             .
          
           
             16
             .
             s
             for
             foure
             London
             Bearers
             .
          
           
             Badd
             Egges
             hatch
             no
             good
             Chickens
             .
          
           
             A
             Curse
             rebounded
             .
          
           
             No
             Iesting
             with
             God.
             
          
           
             None
             but
             Doues
             i'
             th
             Countrey
             .
          
           
             We
             Londoners
             dare
             sweare
             so
             much
             .
          
           
             
               And
               peepe
               out
               at
               loope-holes
               .
               Haue
               they
               not
               reason
               ?
            
             
               Exceeding
               deare
               .
            
          
           
             To
             bee
             gone
             .
          
           
             For
             feare
             it
             chokes
             '
             em
             .
          
           
             A
             murren
             on
             their
             manners
             when
             they
             haue
             any
             .
          
           
             Nor
             cleanes
             ones
             neither
             .
          
           
             Can
             any
             man
             wish
             more
             ?
          
           
             T
             is
             pity
             they
             should
             .
          
           
             Neuer
             ,
             vnlesse
             it
             be
             at
             foot-ball
             .
          
           
             Nay
             halfe-hangd
             .
          
           
             Who
             can
             proclaime
             them
             ?
          
           
             We
             should
             be
             sorry
             else
             .
          
           
             Where
             the
             Treasure
             is
             the
             heart
             dwels
             .
          
           
             Death
             is
             a
             nimble
             Footeman
             and
             hath
             ouertaken
             vs.
             
          
           
             A
             Run-awaies
             Armour
             to
             be
             worne
             against
             Death
             .
          
           
             An
             old
             Souldiers
             sute
             to
             Caesar
             .
          
           
             Men
             should
             be
             like
             Bells
             .
          
           
             Death's
             
               A.
               B.
               C.
            
             
          
           
             The
             last
             Scaene
             crownes
             the
             Play.
             
          
           
             A
             Hot-spurre
             Londoner
             .
          
           
             Here
             the
             Morris
             begins
             Here
             's
             plaine
             dealing
             .
          
           
             The
             Name
             of
             Londoner
             hatefull
             ,
          
           
             Ninnio
             in
             Spanish
             is
             a
             boy
             .
          
           
             A
             Londoner
             a
             Bugbeare
             .
          
           
             To
             Bayte
             one
             of
             these
             Beares
             in
             Smithfield
             would
             make
             good
             sport
             .
          
           
             Suttle
             Gudgeons
             .
          
           
             A
             Hay-gee
             Gentleman
             .
          
           
             No
             disgrace
             in
             the
             Country
             to
             haue
             a
             Horse-Fly
             play
             with
             your
             nose
             .
          
           
             This
             Fashion
             will
             not
             hold
             long
             we
             trow
             .
          
           
             One
             King
             a
             a
             Schoole-Maister
             ,
             an
             other
             a
             Cow-Heard
             .
          
           
             He
             must
             needs
             goe
             whom
             the
             Diuell
             driues
             .
          
           
             We
             hope
             for
             better
             winter-Fruite
             .
          
           
             We
             will
             st●ale
             in
             by
             Owle-light
             but
             we
             'le
             see
             her
             .
          
           
             And
             they
             reward
             thee
             well
             for
             it
             .
          
           
             The
             Bills
             decreasing
             ,
             are
             Ioyes
             increasing
             .
          
           
             A
             Caueat
             for
             Run-awayes
             .
          
           
             A
             rich
             Father
             Sexton
             to
             his
             own
             Children
             .
          
           
             A
             Mother
             and
             her
             Sonne
             .
          
           
             The
             Conditions
             had
             bene
             good
             in
             a
             deare
             yeare
             .
          
           
             A
             valiant
             Coward
             .
          
           
             More
             feard
             then
             hurt
             .
          
           
             A
             Mans
             bowels
             eaten
             out
             by
             Doggs
             or
             Hoggs
             .