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         Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660.
      
       
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             The speech and confession of Hugh Peters, close prisoner in the Tower of London; and his horrible expressions and doctrine, when our glorious Soveraign was led to martyrdome. With the manner how he was taken on Sunday night last in Southwark; who to save himself, crept into bed to one Mrs. Peach a Quaker, which had lain in child-bed two days. And afterwards escaped to the house of Mrs Mun, where he was taken, with divers pieces of gold, and silver medals, sewed in his skirts; and a strange almanack taken out of his pocket.
             Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660.
          
           [2], 5, [1] p.
           
             printed for George Horton,
             London :
             1660.
          
           
             Annotation on Thomason copy: "Sept: 7:".
             Reproduction of the original in the British Library.
          
        
      
    
     
       
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           Peters, Hugh, 1598-1660 -- Early works to 1800.
           Prisoners -- Legal status, laws, etc. -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
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           THE
           SPEECH
           AND
           CONFESSION
           OF
           Hugh
           Peters
           ,
           Close
           Prisoner
           in
           the
           Tower
           of
           London
           ;
           And
           His
           Horrible
           Expressions
           and
           Doctrine
           ▪
           when
           Our
           Glorious
           Soveraign
           was
           led
           to
           Martyrdome
           .
        
         
           With
           the
           manner
           how
           he
           was
           taken
           on
           Sunday
           Night
           last
           in
           Southwark
           ;
           who
           to
           save
           himself
           ,
           crept
           into
           bed
           to
           one
           Mrs.
           Peach
           a
           Quaker
           ,
           which
           had
           lain
           in
           Child-bed
           two
           days
           .
        
         
           And
           afterwards
           escaped
           to
           the
           house
           of
           Mrs
           Mun
           ,
           where
           he
           was
           taken
           ,
           with
           divers
           pieces
           of
           Gold
           ,
           and
           Silver
           Medals
           ,
           sewed
           in
           his
           Skirts
           ;
           And
           a
           strange
           
             Almanack
          
           taken
           out
           of
           his
           Pocket
           .
        
         
           London
           ,
           
             Printed
             for
          
           George
           Horton
           ,
           165●
           .
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           THE
           SPEECH
           AND
           CONFESSION
           OF
           Hugh
           Peters
           ,
           Close
           Prisoner
           in
           the
           Tower
           of
           LONDON
           .
        
         
           IT
           hath
           seemed
           good
           to
           the
           Divine
           Providence
           ,
           which
           we
           may
           truly
           call
           wonderful
           ,
           so
           to
           over-rule
           of
           late
           ,
           the
           Counsels
           of
           our
           former
           Oppressors
           ,
           (
           who
           by
           strange
           success
           ,
           and
           almost
           incredible
           dexteritie
           in
           villanie
           ,
           had
           almost
           
           involved
           both
           our
           Church
           and
           State
           in
           unavoidable
           ruine
           ;
           grinding
           without
           compassion
           ,
           these
           (
           once
           free
           )
           but
           at
           length
           wofully
           enthralled
           Nations
           ,
           fastning
           on
           their
           neck
           ,
           an
           Iron
           ,
           uneasie
           yoak
           of
           servitude
           ,
           making
           them
           (
           with
           
             Sampson
             )
          
           basely
           to
           grind
           ,
           and
           abide
           captivity
           and
           curbing
           them
           with
           rigor
           ,
           who
           before
           repined
           at
           ,
           grew
           weary
           of
           ,
           and
           rejected
           the
           milder
           Scepter
           ,
           and
           so
           to
           ensnare
           them
           in
           their
           contrivances
           ,
           that
           their
           Plots
           (
           like
           Potters
           Vessels
           )
           were
           broken
           upon
           the
           Wheel
           ,
           nor
           produced
           any
           thing
           but
           confusion
           and
           distraction
           to
           themselves
           together
           with
           unsetlednesse
           in
           the
           Nation
           ;
           whence
           arose
           Discontent
           ,
           losse
           of
           Trade
           ,
           and
           Poverty
           ;
           and
           by
           means
           of
           the
           last
           of
           these
           ,
           the
           wasted
           Peoples
           Whisperings
           ▪
           Murmurings
           ,
           and
           Repinings
           on
           all
           hands
           were
           so
           many
           and
           urgent
           ,
           that
           the
           Master-builders
           of
           our
           new
           
             Babel
          
           by
           their
           own
           Jealousies
           ,
           Misunderstandings
           ,
           and
           Animosities
           ,
           were
           in
           short
           time
           dispiersed
           hither
           and
           thither
           ,
           through
           the
           good
           hand
           of
           God
           ,
           blessed
           be
           that
           happy
           Gale
           .
        
         
           What
           he●ght
           of
           fury
           ,
           and
           desperate
           resolution
           was
           on
           their
           side
           ,
           God
           knew
           ,
           and
           took
           notice
           of
           ,
           nor
           was
           it
           unknown
           to
           most
           of
           those
           ,
           who
           desired
           ,
           and
           prayed
           for
           such
           a
           composure
           ,
           and
           settlement
           of
           affairs
           ,
           as
           we
           now
           see
           ,
           through
           his
           great
           Goodnesse
           ,
           &
           undeserved
           kindn●sse
           to
           Us
           ,
           vvho
           considering
           the
           preparations
           and
           contrivances
           to
           hinder
           vvhat
           We
           now
           happily
           enjoy
           ,
           could
           not
           expect
           this
           redemption
           ,
           but
           as
           a
           purchase
           ,
           and
           vvith
           the
           losse
           of
           the
           lives
           of
           thousands
           ,
           the
           shedding
           much
           blood
           ,
           and
           exposing
           our
           hopes
           to
           extream
           hazard
           .
        
         
         
           The
           oppressed
           City
           ,
           and
           groaning
           Countreyes
           were
           resolved
           ,
           either
           to
           shake
           off
           the
           Arbitrary
           Yo●k
           of
           Usurpation
           and
           Tyrannie
           ,
           or
           to
           perish
           in
           the
           Attempt
           .
        
         
           On
           the
           other
           hand
           ,
           the
           fatal
           Causers
           of
           our
           long-past
           Calamities
           ,
           animated
           with
           guilt
           and
           despair
           ,
           were
           resolved
           to
           make
           good
           their
           Ground
           ,
           or
           expire
           like
           Cateline
           ;
           that
           is
           ,
           sell
           their
           life
           as
           dear
           as
           possible
           ,
           and
           cover
           the
           place
           ,
           they
           maintained
           fighting
           in
           life
           ,
           with
           their
           breathless
           Carkases
           after
           death
           ;
           or
           like
           Zimry
           ,
           rather
           than
           lose
           (
           by
           surrender
           )
           their
           Power
           and
           Estates
           ,
           fire
           the
           whole
           Nation
           first
           ,
           then
           se●
           some
           Cities
           and
           Castles
           on
           flame
           over
           their
           Heads
           ,
           and
           perish
           together
           .
        
         
           Yet
           it
           pleased
           the
           Lord
           of
           Hoasts
           ,
           to
           dissipate
           their
           Armed
           Powers
           ,
           frustrate
           their
           Designs
           ,
           and
           leave
           the
           Ring-leaders
           ,
           stript
           of
           all
           Succour
           ,
           to
           the
           Scourge
           of
           Justice
           .
           It
           stood
           with
           the
           Honour
           and
           Wisdome
           of
           the
           Most
           High
           ,
           to
           restrain
           the
           Rage
           and
           Fury
           of
           Man
           ;
           to
           glorifie
           Himself
           ,
           by
           delivering
           up
           these
           great
           Midianitish
           Oppressors
           ,
           insulting
           Moabites
           ,
           Philistim
           Lords
           ,
           (
           with
           other
           their
           Confederates
           ,
           who
           grew
           like
           Melons
           out
           of
           Dunghils
           )
           to
           the
           Divine
           Hand
           of
           Justice
           .
        
         
         
           Amongst
           the
           rest
           ,
           their
           Baalam-like
           Prophet
           and
           Southsayer
           Hugh
           Peters
           ,
           is
           close
           prisoner
           in
           the
           Tower
           of
           London
           .
           Some
           difficulty
           there
           was
           in
           the
           discovery
           of
           him
           ;
           but
           upon
           Intelligence
           ,
           that
           he
           privily
           lurked
           about
           Southwark
           ,
           two
           Messengers
           were
           sent
           on
           Friday
           last
           to
           apprehend
           him
           ;
           And
           entring
           the
           house
           of
           Mr.
           
           Broad
           a
           Quaker
           ,
           in
           St.
           Thomas
           Parish
           ,
           whose
           daughter
           then
           lay
           in
           ,
           they
           search'd
           ,
           but
           miss'd
           him
           ,
           he
           being
           (
           according
           to
           his
           custom
           )
           crept
           ▪
           into
           bed
           to
           the
           young
           woman
           ,
           where
           the
           Messengers
           modesty
           forbad
           their
           search
           ,
           she
           having
           bin
           delivered
           b●t
           two
           days
           before
           ;
           And
           while
           they
           were
           searching
           at
           one
           Day
           a
           Cobler
           ,
           Hugh
           the
           Firebrand
           escap'd
           from
           Childbed
           ,
           leaving
           behind
           him
           his
           Cane
           with
           a
           Rapier
           in
           it
           ,
           a
           Bible
           ,
           and
           gray
           cloak
           .
           But
           on
           Sunday
           night
           they
           found
           him
           at
           one
           Mr.
           
           Muns
           in
           the
           Maze
           ,
           who
           denyed
           himself
           to
           be
           Peters
           ,
           and
           said
           his
           name
           was
           Thompson
           ,
           threatning
           the
           Messengers
           with
           an
           Action
           at
           Law
           for
           offering
           to
           affirm
           he
           was
           Hugh
           Peters
           ,
           and
           therefore
           refused
           to
           go
           with
           them
           ,
           till
           at
           last
           (
           being
           assisted
           by
           the
           Constable
           and
           others
           )
           they
           forced
           him
           ;
           which
           he
           perceiving
           ,
           desired
           he
           might
           speak
           privatly
           with
           Mrs.
           
           Mun
           ,
           which
           they
           denyed
           ,
           unlesse
           he
           would
           speak
           in
           their
           hearing
           ;
           after
           which
           he
           said
           ,
           I
           will
           go
           ,
           but
           I
           beg
           for
           the
           Lords
           sake
           that
           you
           will
           not
           call
           me
           ●r
           .
           Peters
           ;
           for
           ,
           said
           he
           ,
           if
           it
           be
           known
           that
           I
           am
           
           Hugh
           Peters
           ,
           the
           people
           in
           the
           street
           will
           stone
           me
           .
           But
           forcing
           him
           away
           ,
           there
           was
           s●me
           tugging
           ;
           and
           feeling
           his
           Skir●s
           hard
           ,
           they
           unript
           them
           ,
           &
           found
           5
           pieces
           of
           Gold
           ,
           some
           silver
           Medals
           ,
           and
           out
           of
           his
           Pocket
           they
           took
           his
           Almanack
           ,
           which
           he
           was
           very
           much
           troubled
           at
           ▪
           After
           which
           ,
           they
           brought
           him
           to
           the
           Tower
           ,
           &
           delivered
           him
           into
           the
           custody
           of
           the
           worthy
           Lieutenant
           Sir
           John
           Robi●son
           ,
           still
           avering
           his
           name
           was
           Thomson
           ;
           till
           at
           last
           in
           private
           to
           Sir
           John
           he
           confessed
           who
           he
           was
           .
           This
           is
           St.
           Hugh
           ,
           who
           when
           our
           Glorious
           Sovereign
           was
           led
           to
           Martyrdom
           ,
           fell
           so
           heavy
           upon
           his
           righteous
           Soul
           ,
           blaspheming
           him
           upon
           his
           then
           Text
           ,
           (
           Psal
           149.
           
           To
           bind
           their
           Kings
           in
           Chains
           &c
           )
           and
           many
           other
           sordid
           Notions
           ;
           too
           wicked
           and
           prophane
           to
           be
           here
           recited
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .
        
      
    
    

