THE WELSH HUBUB, Or the Unkennelling and Earthing of HUGH PETERS That Crafty Fox.
HEr will speak truth, her scorns to tell you tales,
Was gallant things, cal'd prophesies in ƲƲales
Truer then Mandivill, which do assure us
Arthurus quandom Rex, & Rex futurus:
Law there; nay more, our Merlin farther goes
Descending to our times, and points at those,
Who shall disturb our peace, and raise strange wars
Amongst our selves, with horrid civil Jars,
Murder with rapine, and saith that Sais Kee
Shall plundra Kefill glace, and Kefill Dee,
From honest Taffy; that the Mole or want
Shall undermine us, and our Rights supplant:
This Mole Expositors with one consent
Do call the long-taild ramping-Parliament:
That this is come to pass none can deny
Though Cutterell mawr, himself were standing by;
An other in his learned rimes doth say,
The Lions whelp is forc't to fly away,
And that the 7th of Ireland he shall be
Again restored unto his Royalty,
Hall, Ned, Mall, Bess, James, and two Charles, I wiss
Make just up seaven; our Merlin doth not misse
And that in express termes a Monk shall bring
And reinvest great Charles our sacred King:
And look you here now, is not this all true
Her will speak one word more and so adieu
When all this is full-fiild, then draweth on
The time we call naw mish Capisteron;
And whats that Hugh? I'le tell the tis a time
When such as thou shall up a ladder clime,
Not unto Peter, Porter at heaven gate,
But there to fetch a swing or two, thy fate
Will have it so, and if it be thy chance
Amongst the traitors for to lead the daunce,
Thou shalt not turn alone, there will be more
To follow the upon the self same score,
To traverse ground, to change to turn and fling
and cut strong Capers in a hempen string;
I need not name them, Hugh, thou knowst u'm well,
They'l make a lusty Cushing dance to hell:
But yet me thinks, it is not very fit
That men alone without some femal chit
Should make a Ball, send for thy deer Nan Hedge,
For whom in former time thou wast a pledge;
Though M••rss the Goaler brought her back again
To wood-street Counter, and there lod'g the
If one will not suffice, then send for more
The world well knowes Hugh Peters loves a—
And though, his calling of the soul takes care,
Yet honest Hugh will give the flesh a share,
And teach his Auditors, how they may see,
And finde out Puss sitting in Majesty:
The surpless he abhors yet loves the smock,
And when he fails of that heel use the frock,
And so disgui'ed he thought the world to mock
When Martyred Charles his head lay on the block:
If by these signes you cannot finde him out
Instead of Hu-bub I have sent a scout,
Who now return'd, this narrative declares,
The subtle Fox some times is catcht with snares,
On friday twas, which some call venus day
Because that Planet then doth bear the sway
And is predominant, and hath a slight
A pretty one whither't be day or night
To couple loving things: the sent growes hot,
And though our Hugo cunningly had got
Him selfe into a Quakers house cald Broad
The fitest hoste to harbour such a—:
Murder will not lye hide, his haunt is found,
And steps are tract, without the help of hound;
Hugh hunts not counter yet the wily whelp
Findes out a cunning shift himselfe to help;
To bed he goes, where Mrs Peach lay in
The woman being green I hope no sin
Was there commited, (weighty things in hand
Men upon coulo••rs do not often stand)
The proverb saith, here lurking he lay still
As safe as any theise lyes in a Mill
Oft in the pulpet he was wont to say
He envied much those little doges which lay
In Ladies beds places far more fit
For men of lusty courage and choice wit,
He hath his wish; the officers forbear
In modesty the child bed to draw near,
And fall to search all the Roomes and places,
As tis the common use in such like cases,
The next house was John Dayes an upright Quaker
Because a Cobler, and a great pertaker
With Hugh's desines: whilst each one beats his brains
To finde the fugitives, and spairs no pains
Scowring each corner with a Zealous eye
Werei't but as big where in a mouse might lye:
Hugh takes his time, and whilst theyr all at gaze,
Makes an escape and hyes unto the Maze;
His rapiere with his bible, and his coat
He leaves behinde, by which the searchers note
Hugh cannot be far of, to Horse way down
Where one Nathaniell Mun, a man well known—
Had his aboad, a tape-maker by trade,
Though it were fitter far he halters made,
Peters conveyes himselfe; with open Cry
The chase is followed, Law-now by and by
They finde the horse, Mun's wife shee keeps the dore
They thrust, shee holds; I cannot tell you more,
But some do say shee had adown-right fall,
Yet I'le not say shee play'd at up tailes all,
Up staires with full careirs the serjant goes
But at the dore he finds one to oppose,
And stoutly too, by which he aimes and right
Twas Hugh himselfe, with all his main and might,
That strenth is reenforc't with new supplies
For, Mr Arnold, Hobkins, Harris flyes
Unto the battry, who with doubled force
Compell proud Peter to retreat: Remorce
Now seazeth on him, and he faints for fear
All symptoms of a Quaker now appear,
With Impudence and brasen face he cryes
I am not Peters, who so calls me lies
My name is Thomson; if that it be so
Then Duplex nomen Duplex Nebulo:
My action's good it'h law against you all
Who thus abuse and wrongfully miscall
An honest man, t'oth damage of his purss
And infamy of him; which is far worss.
With this arrives young Peach (whose wife lay in
Within which bed Hugh-Peters with out sin
Had hid himselfe) and being askt if he
Such Gloves, or Cane, as those did ever see,
I did quoth he, and testifie I can,
They do belong unto that Gentelman,
Pointing to Hugo: Hugo in a fume
Denies it stoutly; but yet doth assume
The pair of gloves, which on his hands he drawes,
Those bloody hands worser then Tigers pawes,
I'le not deny but these are mine quoth he
Lyers ought t'have a present memorie,
Which Hugo faild of: Hugo must away,
The case is clear, he may not longer stay,
Then take him, Derick, Gentelmen I pray
Call me not Peters, least upon the way
The incenst many hearing of my name
Like Doctor Lamb should stone me for the same
This granted Hugo, once again doth crave
That he some privat conference, may have
VVith Mirs. Mun, women are best pleas'd when
They meet in private with strong dockt able men;
But that deni'd, the stallion being dry
After the sports and heats of venery,
He calls for drink his spirits to revive,
It seemes theyr thirsty who do often—
Two quarts of rot-gut beer he swalowes up
Desiring neither goblet horne or cup,
Though I suppose hornes he might have had
Haveing himselfe, made many run horne mad.
Now to the Tower must poor Peters trudge,
Patience good Hugo tis in vain to grudge
Before the grave Lieutenent he is brought
VVhat change is this? would ever man have thought,
Cromwells Confessor should be forc't t'appeare,
Before a Royalist or Chavilier
As a Delinquent; yet tis true, tis done
Hee's under loyall Sir John Robinson
VVhere we will leave him to repent, if he
Be not too over grown in vilanie,
Once her remembers he did make a preach,
And in her sermon did false doctrine teach
Saying, the VVelch were only good to be
Made hanging Clappers for a wooden tree:
But yet her cozen lives, and may in time
Behold Hugh Peters mounting up, and clime
The tritle tree, which stands by Hide parke pale,
For if her judgment do not highly fail
He hath deserv'd it: thus the Fox you see
Is eartht; if you do ask how this can be,
Go to the Tower and you shall finde it true
Or else beleive me not, and when old Hugh
From this frail world shall take his last farwel,
I'le be his frend and ring his passing bell,
With out a clapper not with out a roape
For that will be his end as most do hope