A true relation of the prcsent [sic] estate of Cornwall.: With the true proceedings of Captaine Pym; VVho is with his forces at Plimouth, hindering the passage of the Lord Mohone, which with seventeen thousand cavaliers, endeavoureth to joyne his forces with his Majesty. Whereunto is annexed severall remarkeable passages concerning the cavaliers behaviour, since their abode in Oxfordshire.

A true Copie of a Letter sent from a worthy Gentleman, inhabiting at Banbury, to a Merchant inhabiting in the City of LONDON.

Worthy Sir,

I Much joy of your health and welfare, you write to me for newes from the Cavaliers, how and in what manner they have behaved themselves, since the King came last downe, as for Battaile you know as well as we they have had none. but here they lye in Oxford, Abbington, Woodstocke, and other pla∣ces, Rioting, Drinking, swearing, and Revelling, ex¦ceeding full of Money, paying still as they call, but we feare at their departure they will have it backe, againe with treble interest, here they wait (as they doe give out) for the Lord Mohone, who of a certaine is seventeene thousand strong, but we heare that Cap∣taine Pym, Master Pims sonne is now with his For∣ces at Plimouth, and stops their passage over the Ri∣ver, that they are inforced as yet to keepe in Cornwall

But to my Cavaliers, at Woodstocke one of these roring-boyes being quartered there, went to a Dra∣pers shop to cheapen Linnen, they agreed upon the price, others comming in he sell into discourse with some that knew him, and went away, the servants be∣ing busie, with his Cloath unpaid for, the next day comming by the Shop, the servant knew him, and demanded money for the Cloath, which yesterday this Cavalier had bought, but had never payed for it, this ungodly Catiffe having his oathes ready, swore that he had paid the money to him or his Master, his master denied the receipt, as well he might, the Cavalier with terrible oathes, most per∣juriously swore that he had payed him; for if he did depart the house when he did buy the Cloath, before he had payd for it, he desired that openly might be showne upon him some vengeance, or that he might suddenly sinke or fall downe, and never have power to stir, or goe out of that place, thinking perhaps as the Athiests doe, that, there is no God, or else that God heareth not the prayers of the people, either to reward the just, or to rebuke the wicked, but God is a swift God to revenge, when his mercy is refused, for in the depth of his Iudgement, he heard his per∣jury, and strucke him so immediately to the ground that staggering too and fro, the strength of his Legs fayling him, downe he fell in the Shop, and became speechlesse, being never able to rise without helpe never able to utter any more blasphemous oathes a∣gainst the Lord, onely a wonderfull thing to tell, as if God should plainely shew the cause of his procu∣red wrath.

This perjured Cavalier held out in his left hand money for the Cloath, that the standers by might behold the same, but he fell downe in the Devils name for to stand up againe no helpe could support him, that he might be able againe to goe, so he was carri∣ed to his Lodging, and within an houre or two dyed.

AT Oxford a noted Cavalier, a filthy tal∣ker of ribauldry, and a Common cur∣ser and swearer, and a great blaspheamer fell sicke, in his short sicknesse he refused all comfortable Doctrine, he still cryed out the Devill, the Devill, confessing indeed Gods all potent power, for he said he felt it but could not pray for Grace, the cause he himselfe knew, but would not utter it, so kissing his hand often, in which he said he held the Devill, crying onely for helpe one∣ly upon the Devill, he most miserably ra∣ving ended his most wretched Life.

AT Abbington a great Cavalier, and an ex∣cessive drinker, being at a Taverne, in the heigth of his jollity and mirth threw the Pots downe stayres, swearing, cursing, sing∣ing

and blaspheming, the Parson of a Vil∣lage nere adjoyning, passing the streete, this Cavalier looking out of the Windowe and called to him, doest thou heare Parson of no Church, come up hither, and swore a great oath, that he would drinke to him a whole Pulpet-full, so setting the Pottle-pot to his mouth, he powred 〈…〉〈…〉 his throate so fast, in such a presumptious manner, that suddainly his Bowels fell out of his body, and there he dyed most miserably.