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            <p>The Copy of A LETTER Sent from a perſon of much Honour and Reaſon, accidentally preſent at that hot encounter betwixt the Forces under the Com<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>mand of the Lord <hi>Goring,</hi> Earle of <hi>Nor<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>wich,</hi> and Sir <hi>Charles Lucas</hi> of the ROYALL Party,</p>
            <p>And thoſe under the command of the Lord <hi>Fairfax</hi> of the Parliaments party, on the 13. of <hi>Iune,</hi> in the Suburbs of COLCHESTER.</p>
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            <head>The Copy of a Letter ſent from a perſon of much Ho<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nour and Reaſon, accidentally preſent at that hot encounter betwixt the Forces under the command of the Lord <hi>Goring,</hi> Earle of <hi>Norwich,</hi> and Sir <hi>Charles Lucas,</hi> of the Royall party, and thoſe under the command of the Lord <hi>Fairfax,</hi> of the Parliaments party, on the <hi>1,</hi> of <hi>June,</hi> in the Suburbs of <hi>Col<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>cheſter.</hi>
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            <p>THough I ever found a ſtrong averſion in my genius from becoming a mandrake, and groa<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ning blood, ruine and death; and have beene ſo happily exempted from this heavy ſtorme of ca<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>lamity and deſolation, which this our bloudy inte<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtine warre hath ſhowred downe upon three King<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>domes, that I have hithert<gap reason="illegible" resp="#KEYERS" extent="1 letter">
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               </gap> lived ſafe both in the Protection of my ſolitude and neutrality; yet being by the fortune of ſome buſineſſe with the Lord <hi>Fair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fax</hi> at that inſtant, an eye witneſſe of the moſt re<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>markable paſſages in the hot and bloudy encounter betwixt the Forces of the Lord <hi>Goring,</hi> Sir <hi>Charles Lucas</hi> Sir <hi>William Compton,</hi> Sir <hi>George Liſle,</hi> and o<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>thers of the Royall party, and of the Lord <hi>Fairfax,</hi>
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            <p>On Tueſday the 13. of <hi>Iune</hi> in the afternoon, the Lord <hi>Fairfax</hi> being marched near to <hi>Colcheſter,</hi> ſate down with all his field Officers at a Councel of War, within half a mile of the town: what their determi<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>nation was though I was removed at too great a di<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtance to hear the Vote, yet the iſſue encourages my conjecture, that it was to fall on that evening. For immediately the Army was drawn out into a ſpacious <hi>Campania</hi> enriched with a luxurious crop of wheat. Here<gap reason="illegible" resp="#KEYERS" extent="1 letter">
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            <p>No ſooner was the Army thus in a full body, but there followed ſo deep and unbroken a ſilence for the ſpace of half an hour, that midnight ſeems thun<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>der if compared to it, there appearing no noiſe, but what every man heard from the violent motion of his own heart. Had ſome <hi>augur</hi> been there, he might have ſafely foretold, that many of them ſhould ere many minutes be received into an eternall ſilence. This <gap reason="illegible" resp="#KEYERS" extent="1 letter">
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               </gap>alme diſſolved, ſome officers of the Army were ſent to ſurvey the Suburbs; among theſe Col. <hi>Bakſter</hi> returning, told the Generall, that if he would
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<pb n="4" facs="tcp:161835:4"/>could not but drop ſome tears to embalm the ſlaine. But how penſive this blacke ſight made me, I ſhall leave your reaſon to judge, when you have conſidered the horror of bloud ſpent in fury, and the melan<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>choly complexion of my mind enclined to hold a ſy<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>pathy with all ſorrow that my ſenſes communicate to me. Notwitſtanding this confuſion and butche<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ry of the common ſouldiers, who had ſome Officers fell with them to conduct them into the other world, the Generall conſtant to his purpoſe, and more in love with his former good fortun, then preſent ſafety, goaded up his men on the mouth of the Canon with ſuch fury (pardon me if I call it not valour ſince it wanted wiſdom) that the Defendants were forced to deſert the Suburbs, and Retreat ſpeedily into the City, leaving without the gates about 350 of their choiceſt men, whoſe habit and gallant deportment in their diftreſſe and impriſonment ſpoke them Gentlemen to the moſt enraged and malitious of their Enemies. For according to the cuſtome of Warre, being ex<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>amined by the Generall concerning the number, ſtrength, reſolution and defences of their friends within the Town, they ſcorned to return any other Anſwer, but that, though being Priſoners and at mercy, they would ſoo<gap reason="illegible" resp="#KEYERS" extent="1 letter">
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               </gap>er embrace the worſt of deaths, the anger and wit of their Foes could con<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>trive, then reveale a title of any thing that might prejudice their friends, or ſecure their Adverſaries. Thus long Victory ſtood hovering unreſolved on whoſe head to place her Garland. The Generall thus poſſeſſed of the Suburbs, the gallant priſoners were made a prey to the common Souldiers, who
<pb n="5" facs="tcp:161835:4"/>exchanged their Habits, but could not ſo diſguiſe them, but the bravery of their minds was plainly legible to every eye, that was acquainted with the characters of vertue. The next buſineſſe was the placing of Guards on either part; the Parliament Porces in that Street they had ſo dearly won, the Royall in the Town they had ſo bravely defended; for the darkneſſe of night forbad any further Action for the preſent. But this remora was ſoon removed by an accident (for whether it was deſign or fortune is yet to me uncertain) the firing of two or three houſes in the Suburbs. For by the light of the flames, the Town diſcovering where and in what Poſture the Enemy lay, let fly their Cannon and Muſquet upon them with ſuch well directed fury, that I may boldly affirm, that among ſuch a number of men and horſe, there never was ſo bloody an Execution: Here you might have ſeen the limbs of men, horſes, armes, fire, and duſt confuſed together in one horrid Chaos. The Lord <hi>Fairfax</hi> ſo farre engaged himſelfe both to encourage and relieve his men in this diſtreſſe, that a Cannon ſhot from the Town ſtrock him blind with the duſt it raiſed, for halfe an houre.</p>
            <p>The Horſe thus brought on in the mouth of de<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſtruction by the example more then the command of their Generall ruſht on ſo farre, that three whole Troopes brought beyond all poſſibility of Retreat, were all taken Priſoners, and the reſt ſo ſhattered, that in a great conſuſion they ſhogd of to the ſame place, where this fatall deſign was concluded on by the Councell of Warre. And thus was this violent Feaver for the preſent cured by the moſt prodigall
<pb n="6" facs="tcp:161835:5"/>effuſion of blood, that ever Hiſtory tells us was drawn forth betwixt ſuch ſmall Parties in ſo few minutes. For on an exact ſurvey of the ſlaine on <gap reason="illegible" resp="#KEYERS" extent="1 letter">
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               </gap>oth ſides, my Arithmetick accounted no leſſe then 1500 dead bodies. The rehearſall of ſome of the premiſes, will ſatisfie your curioſity of knowing on which ſide the greateſt number fell; for the nature of the action tells us that the Aſſailants could not but looſe ten for one. Beſides this irrepatable loſſe of ſtout and experienced Souldiers (whoſe lives providently ſpent on a Forraign Enemy might have revived the Ancient glory of our Nation) and ſome faithfull Officers inſtructed in the principles and Diſcipline of their Generall, I cannot but diſco<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ver my obſervation of ſome cloud that from hence is riſen to ecclipſe the glory of the Lord <hi>Fair<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>fax,</hi> it being the firſt remarkable check his fortune ever received. Thus Sir, you have a true and impartiall draught of this action according to the beſt ob<g ref="char:EOLhyphen"/>ſervaton of</p>
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