The VVelsh-mans propositions to the Arch-Bishop of Yorke,: commander in chiefe before Conovvay Castle in VVales. With their new lawes, and orders of warre propounded by them, and a motion for peace.

The Welch-mans Propositions to the Arch-Bishop of YORK, Commander in Chiefe before Conoway Castle in Wales.

May please her Crase-Cozen,

HIr is very clad with all hir heart plood, tat your crave Lordshet was shut doore again you, and te tivill Ca∣velier turne you out, cause you now pe honest a while, whether hir will or no, to help take hir none house; for if hir Lord crace take it, the King may have hir when hir can cath hir (mark hir now) but pray hir crace here hir what can say (for take hir coosen Taffies counsell, for) te Castle Conoway is very strong, and tey shoote fire, and pullet, pounce pounce; and if hir come neere will make holes in hir Beshit gowne, and teare hir fine lawne sleeves, and hir will nere loose her life, grace and all, now my Lord heare what hir say.

1. Hir very well know tat in this Tevils place, be crete Ca∣valiers, mad Priests, surly Porters, Irish Rebels, and Ratcatchers, and when hir comes neere, hir Crace not goe too neere, but hover about and cry Ka, ka, ka, ka, and be sure if te plagg Rogues comes out, hir fly far enough, least hir get te pullet, or fire in hir Breech.

2. Hir very well know, tat hir Lord-crase love to hunt te Fox in te Forrest, and the Cony into Court, and hir so love Puffe-Coate in te Campe, and placke-coate in te Church. But pray hir crace, take heed of te curse of a Cuckold, and te pride of a Pre∣late, nor let te Plack-coate be too covetous, nor hir cosens fall out mong hir none selfe.

3. Hir pray send to the Lord of Worcester, tat run into all hir Welch-holes with te Jrish Rebels: will hir coe to te Devell and all, pray let hir take hir Petition.

Good Lord-shete, plame not hir pen, Spare hir selfe, give us your men. Deliver Ragland-Castle then, Wee'l send you Yorke to say Amen.

4. Messe-Lord let hir crase take hir cosen fery cood counsell, for hir know hir much offend te Parliament, for joyning wite te Tefill Cafaliers, and preach againe te Round-heads, hir now proves a Rattle-head hir selfe for it, but mark here now, hir would have hir crase now to purchase Arches old Coate, that hir may plead hir cosen Arches priviledge, And hir will be then Arch-foole, and Arch-Beshet and all, and if that will not make hir scape Scot-free, then make a mourning Cloake of hir Canon-call gowne; and that will hide hir foole-coate, and hir wise man both.

5. Hir would have counsell hir crase, for send a Scout for Lon∣dou, to hir falient command, and fight before Conoway, hir send for Newcastle, for tell hir at Court, when hir come to Yorke, hir will leave to shoote pullet, and tosse Tennis Ball, when meet to Court there, hir send to the Counsell of Warre, for see how ma∣ny Captaines; hir Lord-shets made Cafaliers when the Round-heads

went down) are now found traitors, hir send to Clergy, to see what they are preparing in stead of the Miter. Let her get a Jesuit too for play at wily-beguily, and send one Scout to play at bo peep with the Sotch Army.

6. Hir would pray that her Crace will send a Petition to the General in the name of all hir cosens of Wales, signed by her cosen Taffie, and cosen Ienkin, ap Willi∣ams, ap Roperts, ap Thomas, ap Shon, and all hir creat plood shentile folk, and tis is hir petition:

That Shon-a morgan shentilman of Wales, being sick of the Northern disease, desires him to send some ho∣nest Souldiers that will not plunder: for hir have had some come to hir Besse ap Ioane, her nowne wife, and call, You whore, give hir for hir Dinner, or hir will cut her throat; then her give a shoulder of Mutton, a Robin-run-ith-hole, and fill her belly with couse-bobby her nown selfe: and to Souldier, when eat hir Dinner, drink all hir drink, knock down her lambs, kill her poultry, and vex hir plood, would keep hir wife up all night before hir nown face, whether hir will or no; but hir has tem now in a trap in Conoway, hir would have more honest Souldiers to fetch tem out by both cares, whether hir will or no. All hir cosens in all hir principality of Wales, will contribute, and give at the least fifteenscore shillings, a creat deal for one country, hir pray let hir Generall know.

7. Hir heare tat te Lords and Iuncto, or Conventicle, what call you, that sate at Oxford, are broke up, and will fight no more against the Parliament: hir desire that hir faliant Countrey-men that have hate their all

this while, when they come home, may bee presented with a golden Calfe of halfe a score shillings price for a peace offering.

8. That you will send in a Catalogue of the Kings Champions into Conoway Castle to the Governour (to see to how little purpose he holds it out) with the acci∣dents that have befallen them, as you see it written in this paper.

Falkland is dead, Rupert is fled, Digby is run away, Bristoll is flying, Cottington dying & Dupper left for to pray, Dives is at hand, Strangwayes cannot stand, Jarmin gives a call, The Juncto is flying, their cause is a dying, Fairfax conquers all.

9. That her cosen shentlemen of Wales make her creat Dinner for the cood Lord crace, and her prethren Bishit Prelats, and creat Priests to make merry with, when her take Connoway from the Cavaliers, and her shall have cood sheere provided for her; her tell her what would have ten, mark her creat Feast.

Her would have a Woodcock pie, drest of her Lord∣shits nown fashion and a Lamb pasty for the rest of her guests, but her love no more Deere. Her dresse for cut∣up dish, two pickl'd Lords, sealed of the Oxford fashion, and a calves head for her crace standing dish, and for sauce her will have Couse-bobby and creen leekes make fery cood salad. And her will be fery mery, mark her here now: her Cafalier make no such feasts, but have Irish rebels teares for her drink, and dine in the Castle of Care: they have play their musicke, and their Tenor is vox Regis, for their Base, vox Clerici, their Discords vox Concilii, but pray her crace let her feast have for her Tenor vox Parliamentorum, for her treble, vox po∣pull;

for her counter vox pauperis: for her mean vox puri, for her consort vox coeli, and for her comfort vox Dei.

10. That her cood Messe Lord may have the Welsh Caranto sung at her Craces chamber window, that her cosen Taffy, may heare it too, which is this.

The cunning D ane, the pride of Spain, and Orleaus Duke lay out, The Irish Wild, the French men mild, and Dunkirk bold and stout, Had joyned arms, & vowd great harms to Britain they would bring The Parliament did them prevent, but Scots have got the King. The English men both bold and strong, the Scottish stout and hardy, The valiant Welshmen will be first to take the Papists tardy. The Parliament by sea and land, will pull their courage down, And make men know King Charles must keep the Jesuits from the Crown.

11. That hir send to her prother Beshit at Worcester, cause before her compound with the Parliament, her may have hir letter if her can get it, & give the Parliament Drum∣mers good store of wine (if her can have it) to forbeare beating, and call on the Canoniers and Souldiers to for∣beare shooting, that so the noyse of the Guns & Trums may not drown the sound of the Organs for her little time her stay in Worcester, cause since her lost Worcester, her Organs playd pull hir downe.

12. That her may no more fight with her prethren and cosens at home, but all joyne against the rebel Irish, that cut our British Protestants throats, and then

Thou Irish ken, We feare thee not, our quarrell is to fight, Oneal weel lash, Glamorgan slash, and Musgrave put to flight. And by command weel have their land as soon as they are slain, Then with all speed, weel doe the deed, Taffy will fight amain,

But after her Van hath carbonado'd the rebels in her march; like so many Capons, and sent them to Dublin for a present, her Lord Beshit may bring up the Rear, to see that none of her cosens forsake her colours.