YOur most humble servant Col. Hew­son.

A poor Cobler thanks you sir: but I have been your servant too long for my profit as it falls out now.

Why Col. Hewson what mischief so­ever you have done for me and my brethren I believe you have had your deserts fort

No not so neither Sir, for if I had I'd been hangd at Wallingford House a twelvemonth a goe.

Why? I hope you never lost by me Coll. Hewson?

I am sure I never got by ye, except twas shame, reproach, and ignominy.

Truly Coll. Hewson 'twas even such as I had my self, therefore be content, for what the Divil sent me, even such take you and be thankfull.

Thankfull! for what Mr. Fleet­wood?

For the Commission you tooke of me at [Page 2] Wallingford House last winter, when you went into the Citty and kild a prentice boy, whereby you got your honour.

Tooke a Commission of you then, the Divil pick your bones; I would I had took a Coblers stalle at that time, 'twould have saved me the price of my Neck I am sure on't.

No, no Coll. Hewson the old proverb ses, 'tis craft un the catching; and you are safe yet.

Oh las Mr. Fleetwood you talke, know ye not the Fox is craftier then all Beasts, yet he is hunted by the scent of his sizling Taile, that through his loath­somenesse he is catcht at last.

What, then you thinke the odiousnesse of our action, will cause all people to hunt after us?

Aye, and all the world will endea­vour to take us.

But how will they know us Brother Hewson?

O too well Brother Fleetwood, I by my blind eye, which now might wish I never had any at all. And you by your long spare necke, I would a had been hang'd twenty years agoe, then we had quit all these calamities,

Aye, aye, I could say so to Brother Hewson, and wish as the Scripture saith; That a Milstone had been hang'd about my Neck and that I had been cast in the bottome of the Sea, before I had been plung'd in all these sorrows; and the Scrip­ture saith, Yet they are but the beginning of Sorows.

Aye, aye, Brother Fleetwood, you were ever prone so to Scripture Lan­guage, that the Divil a good word procee­ded fron your mouth at last.

Why Brother Hewson, I thought you to be a downright destroyer, Translator of Religion, as you were formerly of Boots and Shooes.

Aye Brother Fleetwood, 'twas better then go through stitch, then now through Treason, I was tearmed then an honest Cobler, now cald an arrand Traitor; but the Divil bewitcht you to stir up smoake from quenched flames, in sending me with my poor reprobates many wanting Hose and Shooes, into the awakned Ci­ty, where we seemed unto them like so many Sprights, or as a wodden packsad­dle on a galld horse bach, spurning, kick­ing, and spitting at us; so these wrought [Page 4] our distruction.

Nay but Brother Hewson, I thought to Reforme Religion, and promote the An [...] ­baptists, which promised me great sums of Money.

O you should have tooke the Mo­ney, by all meanes in the world; and let them been hang'd.

Faith that had been the best way Brother Hewson, but now I fear we shall be hang'd, therefore prepare your self.

Prepare my self brother Fleetwood, truly I believe the whole Kingdome can testifie, that we were ready for't a Dozen Years agoe.

But I tould you often times and se­verally, not to plunge your soft braine of destruction, in the ruines of Religion, but rest quietly in your den of sedition, eat­ing up the fat of the Land, and reaping the fruits of other mens benefits; and was not this a brave, sweete, Jewish, heritical life for us two to a liv'd in?

Aye truely brother, but in those dayes I did not much listen to ye, for my heart was waxed grosse, and my eares were dull of hearing, my tongue was full of deceite, and my hands were full of cheating, and truly [Page 5] I thought to administer and execute injustice and Destruction impartially, throughout the whole Kingdome, till my seditions began to depart from me, and that Sea Monster ap­peared out of Scotland.

Out of Scotland do ye say? you know very well that we had as active Ido­lizing hipocrites, in Scotland and Ire­land, both for fraud and confusion as we our selves were, had they but obeyed our Speciall Commands.

Well brother Hewson, we had Divilish failings in altering our Church Govern­ment.

Aye brother Fleetwood so we had, but for good sums of money we would have endeavoured too, to have altered the foundation of England.

Why, would you have ventured the o­ther eye for it?

Aye Faith brother that I wo'd, both body and soule, I love Money so well.

But what Churches would you have had then?

Churches, none at all, did not I forewarn you alwaies not to meddle with Church government.

Why brother Hewson, did you see me [Page 8] meddle with the government to promote it? Indeed I must confesse, the Churches I would have pul'd down as fast as I dould; But for worship, I did in my Den, like a Hog in his stye, you know very well I never stir'd a foote out of dores.

But did you thinke of no Religion then Brother Hewson?

No as god judge my Soule brother Fleetwood, no more then I did of my dy­ing day.

What, were you led by the Spirit al­together?

Yes truly, but I had Divlish fayl­ings.

But what makes that terrible shaking in your head, and your left hand?

Why truly that come of a Dreame two yeares agoe, for I thought the King was coming home, and with the affright the very horrour of my conscience fum'd up into my head, whereby it continued e­ver since.

But what Action were you imployed in brother Hewson, when you lost that eye?

O brother Fleetwood when I lost that eye, wod both yours had dropt out, then the Nation had been a great dale [Page 9] the better for't, and we might have kept our heads on, which now lies in a dange­rous quere:

Why, will they head us de'e think?

Head us, or Hang us, it's all one to them.

Aye but Dun will not do it I am sure out. Oh brother 'tis sorry trusting him, for he has hang'd many a one for lesse cause, I'le warrant ye.

Dye alone brother Fleetwood, no, no, ther's a hundred, and a hundred, will be hanged bisides you and I.

O it may be you do meane the Rump, but they were not above fourscore.

Aye, but when they and we come together, we make a Divelish number.

Why then the Divil was in them as well as we?

Aye brother that ye may be sure on, for he was no respecter of persons.

I would he had run us into the middle of the Sea then, as he did the Hearde of Swine.

Nay brother Fleetwood, he had ra­ther run us to be hang'd first I doubt, he owed us a shame and we shall fully be payed it.

Oh but alas, here comes my brother Desborough; your most humble servant Coll. Desborough.

A Colonel, a Hang-man.

Why a Hang-man brother Des­brough?

It's better be a hang-man, then to be hang'd my self.

Come, come, brother Desbrough, lets beare good Cheere as long as we are alive.

Aye and that's impossible it should be long.

Then let us go to prayers a little.

Aye as little as you please, for I could never pray in all my life.

What say you brother Hewson?

Why truly I say thus, I have no more patience to pray, then I have to be hang'd.

Alas deare brethren I cannot blame ye.

Truly brother, a great many do, though they do not.

Why, whats the newes, in those parts you have been?

Nothing but noise over all the Countries roaring in the vallies, like hunts men after wolves, and all their Cry is, Fleetwood, Desbrough, and Hewson.

Why, do they know that we are in the Country?

Aye, as well as you your selves do.

O sad newes, sad newes, but what do they call us?

Call us, they terme us to be Vaga­bonds, Runagades, and Fugatives, bear­ing the marke of the beast, and the curse of Cain; threatning every one that meet, us to slay us,

Alas a day, and how come you so safe hither?

Truly with much adoe, a greater hazard then I was in at the takeing of Tre­dath in Ireland.

Why, did they ever atttempt upon ye?

O several times, and once I was faine to leape into a house of office, and there I kept my office above a quarter of an houre; receiving such a scent, enough to Ravish any Carre Horse in London, but being but counterfeit attempt, I retired to the house againe, thinking to shift my all scented garment; the woman of the house bid me be gone for a stinking knave or else she'd fetch the Constable, which I had rather a heard talke of the Divil at that time, and so I tript over the plaine, with all the dogs in the town after me.

Alas deare brother, thou hast been persecuted as well as I: Pray whats yours? Truly when I forsooke London, I was drest in a poore gray suit, and I went intoSurry, where neare unto Darkin, as I was going over a Stile an unmannerly Spill catcht me by the poore conditioned Breetches and ript them up to the waste, which made me tripp two miles out of my way to have them re­paired.

But whether was the Spirit leading you then?

My intended place was to Hamp­shire, to meete with some of my brother Traytors, but fortune not much favouring us, I designed my purpose, hither to Lances­ton.

O brother Fleetwood, I cannot choose but think what a Divlish fate have hang'd over our heads, ever since our Grand Sire Nol took's leave.

O aye brother Desbrough in his daies we behaved our selves like three stout, vali­ant Divils, which caused us still to have Di­vilish fortune, but now let us sit down and say on this manner.