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<P>THE APOLOGY OF Robert Tichborn AND Iohn Ireton.</P>
<P>Being a &s;erious VINDICATION of them&s;elves and the GOOD OLD CAUSE, from the Imputations ca&s;t upon them and it by the triumphing City and Nation in this their day of De&s;ertion.</P>
<Q><L>Rebellion never pro&s;per'd: what's the rea&s;on?</L>
<L>'Cau&s;e if it pro&s;per'd none dur&s;t call it Trea&s;on.</L></Q>
<P>Printed for every body but the light-heel'd Ap|prentices and head-&s;trong Ma&s;ters of this wincing City of LONDON.</P>
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<HEAD>THE APOLOGY OF Robert Tichborn AND Iohn Ireton.</HEAD>
<P>IT is not unknown to us under how many &s;candals we groan, and how our Names hang up a &s;unning in all parts of the Nation, all bedaubed with infamous imputations, like an old grea&s;ie pair of breeches embroidered with Fullers Earth. We confe&s;&s;e that according to the Pro|verb, <HI>Men that have ill Names are as good as half hang'd.</HI> Truly although we might aver this Proverb to be a lie, not finding the exerci&s;e of our Lungs at all &s;traightned by the for|feiture of our Reputation; yet, to give the world a clear di&s;co|very of our &s;pirits; and to &s;hew that we do not repent becau&s;e of our Reproaches, we have thought good to publi&s;h the&s;e few lines by way of our ju&s;tification; only let the Reader take this Caution along with him, that if there be any honour obtain'd by the penning thereof, he is to a&s;cribe it only to him who is
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named fir&s;t in the Title, for that my brother <HI>Ireton,</HI> though he be a good cunning man for the world, yet he never wrote a Book in his life, as I have done, &s;o that it is not to be thought, that he who never put pen to paper &s;hould be &s;o good a Pen-man as I, that have made a &s;hift to make a whole Treai&s;e. But methinks we now hear the world begin to Catechize us, fir&s;t ask|ing us, <HI>What are our Names?</HI> why we would have the World to know that we are not a&s;ham'd of our names; our names are <HI>Robert Tichborn</HI> and <HI>John Ireton,</HI> the which names of ours are al&s;o fring'd about with the titles of Aldermen. You'l &s;ay, <HI>Who gave us the&s;e Names?</HI> Why even our Godfathers and God|mothers for&s;ooth; for then the Swine of the world trampled upon the&s;e divine Truths which are &s;ince more freely practi&s;ed: for a man could not have been wa&s;h'd from his &s;ins in tho&s;e days in deep Rivers, (as they clean&s;e &s;heep before &s;heering time) but he mu&s;t have been hooted at by all the &s;treet. Neither to tell ye the truth did we much look after &s;uch kind of Stories, til we found <HI>Profe&s;&s;ion,</HI> or profe&s;&s;ing, which you plea&s;e, nece&s;&s;ary for the exaltation of our particular mortified Intere&s;ts: But if you ask us, who made us Aldermen? we an&s;wer, not the City; for we were never beholding to them in our lives, (nor did we give them any rea&s;on to oblige us:) but our gracious Protector of happy memory rais'd us for his own ends and our profit: we &s;ay, of happy memory, for that he never oppro&s;&s;ed us, never tyrannized over us, and therefore we have no rea&s;on to &s;peak ill of him.</P>
<P>We came &s;everal wayes into preferment. As for my brother <HI>Ireton,</HI> All the world knows where he lived, and in what affairs of this tran&s;itory world he did occupy him&s;elf. It was <HI>Henry Ireton</HI> that like <HI>Cantharides,</HI> rai&s;ed up this City <HI>Blister</HI> of Authority. Truly he was his brother, and ye cannot blame him. Would ye not have thought it very &s;trange, and a very unnatural thing in a brother to &s;ee him&s;elf Commi&s;&s;ary General of a great Army, and Deputy-Lievtenant of <HI>Ireland,</HI> and let his own fle&s;h and blood &s;till continue a &s;eller of <HI>Druggett</HI> and <HI>Bombazine.</HI> Neither was he an ungracious, or an unthankful brother; for he was very officious, and obedient to him in all things, as be|ing the more &s;uperiour power. The &s;ubtle old Fox fe&s;cu'd
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to him with all diligence his primar of Policy, which the pretty apt thing learnt with &s;o much dociblene&s;s, that partly by his own indu&s;try, partly by the a&s;&s;i&s;tance of the Spirit he arrived in a &s;hort time to perfection, and enjoyed the fulne&s;s of his brothers Matchiavilliani&s;ms. Therefore when the Protector went fir&s;t about to ride the great City he made u&s;e of us, as of two Bitts to rein his High-metal'd Steed. Nor mu&s;t I be &s;ilent of his brothers charity, for hee lent the compounding Cavaliers, though they were his enemies, mony upon Mortgages and great advantages to him&s;elf, imitating therein the pious ex|ample of Mr. <HI>Moorecrafts</HI> kindne&s;&s;es to the younger <HI>Lovelace,</HI> as you &s;hall finde it written in the Play of the <HI>Scornful Lady,</HI> whereby he got unto him&s;elf much of the riches of this world.</P>
<P>For my&s;elf, I was alwayes Pragmatical, and withall very Schi&s;matical; and being in the cave of <HI>Narrow-fortune,</HI> I made my Mother the City drunk with the Clu&s;ters which I brought from <HI>Canaan,</HI> and &s;he in her drink made me a Colonel; now becau&s;e I had not &s;o much mony then, as I have now, I even contented my &s;elf with my Lord of <HI>Pembrokes</HI> old Cloaths, and in them my thought I was as fine as the be&s;t Colonel of them all. Some that &s;aw me march before my Regiment would &s;ay, What is the old Earle of <HI>Pembroke</HI> ri&s;en again from the dead? No fooli&s;h <HI>Galathians,</HI> it was not he, for the dead live not, &s;o that it was not my Lord of <HI>Pembroke</HI> that lived in my Cloaths, but I that lived in my Lord of <HI>Pembroks</HI> old Cloaths: Why if the Earle of <HI>Pembroke</HI> had carried his old Cloaths to his grave, I could not have had them, neither &s;hould I have de&s;ired them; but &s;ince that he had no need of taking them along with him (as indeed there is no need of cloaths where Whorema&s;ters and Swearers remain, becau&s;e the place is heated with perpetual fires even like a Gla&s;s-hou&s;e) &s;hould my Lord of <HI>Pembrokes</HI> old Cloaths have been thrown away? Nay verily, but they are in an errour that &s;ay &s;o: And I &s;hall &s;ay this to the face of the whole world, that for my part I think my Lord of <HI>Pembroke</HI> was more beholding to that &s;ervant that &s;old me his Cloaths, than to any man in the world, for that he rai&s;ed unto his Lord a living Monument. But it was not my Lord of <HI>Pembrokes</HI>
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Cloaths that made me famous, it was a certain deliberate, grave, &s;erious, pithy, godly, and mo&s;t ob&s;treperous piece of (I will not &s;ay) &s;ence, becau&s;e I was the Author, but let them be Judges that have patience to read it. Truly it will require &s;ome pa|tience in a man to read it all over. So that if patience be a vertue, he that reads it quite through mu&s;t needs be vertuous. I entituled it a Clu&s;ter <HI>Canaans</HI> Grapes, meaning the Grapes which the <HI>Spyes</HI> brought out of <HI>Canaan.</HI> Truly I think it is omi|nous to bring Grapes from <HI>Canaan;</HI> for from the time I brought home my Clu&s;ters, have I been counted a Spy too, not without rea&s;on; for to tel the truth, I have been a Spy upon the City ever &s;ince. This book made me appear to the world &s;uch a &s;imple fellow, as if butter it &s;elf would not melt in my mouth. But <HI>Cromwel</HI> my very good Lord and Ma&s;ter, a man of a mo&s;t piercing apprehen&s;ion, finding that my mouth was not only able to melt the butter, but that my throat al&s;o was wide enough to &s;wallow the Gudgeons, and perceiving me to have an <HI>O&s;trich</HI> con&s;cience, he took me into his arms, and &s;aid, Friend <HI>Tichborn,</HI> I find thee as fit for my Turn as if I had made thee my &s;elf, and therfore do but help me to carry on this great work of mine, and I will reward thee, not, that like a Saint thou &s;halt tru&s;t me till the world to come, but I will reward thee in this world, yea even in this world wherein thou now live&s;t. Do&s;t thou want Ho|nour? I will make thee Lord Mayor of <HI>London;</HI> do&s;t thou want money? thou &s;halt be my <HI>Danae,</HI> and I will &s;howr gold into thy Lap. Say you &s;o, thought I, money will make a Mayor to goe. Truly it made me to goe about many De&s;igns which few men but he thank'd me for: and I will &s;ay thus much for my &s;elf, and a fig for my &s;elf, that if faithfulne&s;s and reality be vertuous, I was vertuous, for I was alwayes faithful and real to him I &s;erv'd. Truly 'tis a hard matter for a man to act his part well upon the Stage of this world. We thought we had done our parts as well as others, but the altering of one Scene, how it has chang'd our condition! And now what do not men &s;ay of us? They &s;ay that we have carried on all the barbarous De&s;ignes of the <HI>Anabapti&s;ts</HI> in the City, that we betrayd the Councels, and were two Spies upon all the actions of our Fel|low
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Gown-men within the walls. Truly a great piece of bu|&s;ine&s;s, and we live in a fine Age indeed, when men &s;hall be blam'd for being diligent in their Calling. I remember, that when I was a young man, my Ma&s;ter would &s;ay, Keep clo&s;e to your Trade, and your Trade will maintain you. Now we believe that that way whereby a man gets his livelyhood, he is bound to follow, and it is his Trade and Occupation. Tru|ly we had a very good Trade, &s;o that when all the City com|plain'd for want of Trading, we felt no &s;uch oppre&s;&s;ion. The Spani&s;h Wars did us no harm, and I think we &s;hould have been fools indeed to have &s;hut up our &s;hops at &s;uch a time. Nor are we to be blam'd for &s;erving our Pay-ma&s;ter &s;o faithfully; for what is there in the world &s;o ba&s;e as Treachery, e&s;pecially treachery to a mans friend. 'Tis true we grant, that a man may betray his Countrey, or a whole City, or the mo&s;t inge|nious and faithful Party of a Nation. For there is a multi|tude, and a man hath no obligation to one in ten thou&s;and; but to betray a mans friend, and the be&s;t friend he hath in the world, that's your treachery. <HI>Judas</HI> was not curs'd for be|traying his Country, but for betraying his &s;ingle Ma&s;ter, who had &s;o many wayes oblig'd him, and at length made him his Trea&s;urer, never calling him to any account. Then people &s;ay, <HI>We endeavour'd all we could to break the City Charter,</HI> though we were members thereof, and extreamly angry they were be|cau&s;e my Brother <HI>Ireton</HI> would have been twice Mayor. Law ye now! what a coyle here is. Truly 'tis a &s;trange thing to us that people &s;hould keep &s;uch a &s;tir with a <HI>Charter.</HI> Why, &s;up|po&s;e ye had never a Charter, think ye the City would peri&s;h? I wonder what Charter that City had which <HI>Cain</HI> built in the Land of <HI>Nod.</HI> And yet, for ought I know, one man might have been Mayor there forty times, and no body have &s;aid a|ny thing to him. In former time <HI>Mayors</HI> were <HI>Mayors</HI> as long as they liv'd, and were call'd Kings, witne&s;s <HI>Bera</HI> Mayor of <HI>Sodom,</HI> and <HI>Bir&s;hu</HI> Mayor of <HI>Gomorrah,</HI> and <HI>Chedorlaomer</HI> Mayor of <HI>Elam:</HI> Truly if I or my Brother <HI>Ireton</HI> were &s;uch a Mayor of <HI>London,</HI> as he was of <HI>Elam,</HI> we &s;hould be as good Mayors as he for all his hard name. Others blame us for unhor&s;ing the Cavaliers; but they talk like fools, for we have made them
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beggars, and it is conttary to the Proverb, to &s;et beggars a hor&s;e-back. Give them Hor&s;es and they'l ride upon our &s;houl|ders. A great many people &s;ay we have no <HI>Charity.</HI> Truly we find it to be a very cold vertue, therefore we dare not let it come too neer our hearts by rea&s;on of its benumming and ve|nomous quality. As many there be that &s;ay we have as little <HI>Hone&s;ty.</HI> But as for that, we &s;hall onely give this &s;hort an&s;wer, that if we have cozen'd the State, we have done no more than a great many of our Companions, and what we can ju&s;tifie from the continual practice of the Saints. And truly there is a great deal of rea&s;on that my Brother <HI>Ireton</HI> &s;hould have an <HI>I&s;h|maels</HI> portion, being the &s;on of the Bom<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="UOM" EXTENT="1 letter">woman.</P>
<P>Thus, I hope, we have fully &s;atisfy'd the world, if the world be not as unrea&s;onable as our &s;elves; for I confe&s;&s;e I think 'twas not a &s;mall matter that &s;atisfy'd us. 'Tis true, perhaps we may be a little puzled what to &s;ay at the la&s;t day; but be of good comfort Brother <HI>Ireton,</HI> for if it be impo&s;&s;ible for Saints to err, then it will go well enough of our &s;ide. Now I am as con|fident as I &s;tand here we are two Saints; for I have prov'd it in my mo&s;t Odoriferous Treati&s;e of Muskadine, which gives you &s;uch e&s;&s;ential marks of a Saint, that it may indeed be call'd the Saints Butter-print: You may there &s;ee a Saint cut as ex|actly as a French gown. Now does any body think that my &s;oul could breath forth &s;uch experiences and holy truths, and I be a Knave&punc; Now if there were nothing el&s;e, this were enough to &s;atisfie any rea&s;onable man. And therefore I &s;hall &s;ay no more till I &s;hall come to Preach to the multitude upon a Lad|der, and then you &s;hall hear as much agen, if it be but onely to delay time.</P>
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