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<NAME>Judith Siefring</NAME>
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<P>BRETHREN in INIQUITY: OR A <HI>BEARDLESS</HI> Pair: Held forth in a DIALOGUE BETWIXT TITCHBURN AND IRETON, PRISONERS in the <HI>TOWER</HI> OF LONDON.</P>
<P>Printed for <HI>Daniel Webb,</HI> in the year 1660.</P>
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<HEAD>A DIALOGVE BETWEEN Alderman <HI>TITCHB&V;RN</HI> AND Alderman <HI>IRETON, Pri&s;oners in the</HI> Tower <HI>of London.</HI></HEAD>
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<SPEAKER>Titchburn.</SPEAKER>
<P>LAg I, pray, play fellow, do you begin, here's a new Game called Law, and I alwayes was, and could &s;till wi&s;h my &s;elf a &s;tranger to it.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>Sir, this is no Pageant or Boys play, the Bowling &s;tone of the State is &s;ettled, and you are nickt; be&s;ides, you have been prime, and a Ring-lea|der, and have had a lucky hand on't the&s;e many years, what aile you to hang &s;o a Rump.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchburn.</SPEAKER>
<P>I perceive you are not &s;en&s;ible of the Condition you are in, that you enquire &s;o idlely after my grief; you think you were Cock a hor&s;e, or a Beggar mounted with a fools Baubles in the Portman|teau, and that being the utmo&s;t end of your ambi|tious Coxcomb, which you have attained to; you think not of the troubles of the Saints (the Ju&s;tice of the Kingdom) but think to e&s;cape with an <HI>Ignora|mus.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am no Lord like your Honour, to be tryed by my Peers, I do not hope nor imagine to be ac|quitted by any wi&s;e Jury; and therefore I am the le&s;s pen&s;ive and melancholly at this di&s;a&s;ter, wherein I think I &s;hew my &s;elf wifer then your ye&s;terday Lord|&s;hip, for my wi&s;dome is from the Antients that teach men (as Dogs are learned) Patience.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchburn.</SPEAKER>
<P>My good Lord, be not offended at my &s;narling, I confe&s;s Patience upon force, is a remedy for a Phanatique; but we fellow-&s;ufferers ought not to exa&s;perate one another, I know our zeal is quickly kindled, but now there wants oyl in our Lamp (here in the way to <HI>Canaan,</HI> I could hint to you his late Highne&s;s <HI>Oliver</HI>'s No&s;e) we ought in Charity of Bre|thren, and fellow-labourers, to take care that the &s;nuff may not &s;tink in the No&s;trils of the Heathen; by our own blowing out the once bright flame of our Purity and Hone&s;ty.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, fools &s;peak truth (I under&s;tand you never took me for any thing el&s;e) your Api&s;h Government of the City, your &s;evere Di&s;cipline of the Herb-women and Haglers, made me &s;o Pragmati|cal; for as the times went, the Affairs of the State
<PB N="5" REF="3">were mannaged ju&s;t like a Market, nothing but for money, and my Majoralty fell in &s;uch a year, &s;o many Alterations and Changes in my &s;hort rule, that I knew not where abouts to be; they &s;ay I was Lord Maior, but in truth I was Clerk of the Market to <HI>Wallingford</HI>-Hou&s;e.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchburn.</SPEAKER>
<P>I, Brother <HI>Ireton,</HI> had that noble Council of Officers endured that &s;hitten &s;torm of <HI>Hazleriggs,</HI> (for which wicked enterpri&s;e he is ready to hang him|&s;elf) you and I had been Canting &s;till of the merits of the <HI>Good Old Cau&s;e,</HI> with abundance of Credit and Reputation, and I would have filcht Expre&s;&s;ions of Piety from unknown unheard of Authors, and you &s;hould have borrowed as many from Mr. <HI>Griffith</HI> of the <HI>Charter-hou&s;e;</HI> I wonder who hath be&s;pewed (or be|&s;hit rather) all our Glory, as he &s;aid in the la&s;t Sermon before you at <HI>Pauls.</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>You will be a Cynick &s;till, and rode and bite at your friends, as well as your fetters; the fir&s;t are as willing to be rid of you, as you are of the other (and it is the general vogue, you will be rid of both toge|ther, el&s;e <HI>Dun</HI> is abu&s;ed.)</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchburn.</SPEAKER>
<P>I am &s;orry I did not put that fellow out of that Employment, he fell once into my handling, for not burning a fellow &s;oundly, according to my Or|der; but he found favour from me by an humble Pe|tition, yet he look'd &s;o di&s;a&s;trou&s;ly upon me, when he put it into my hand, that I am more then &s;u&s;picious he will throroughly burn me, Bowels and all.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, you burnt with your own hands the Kings Declaration from <HI>Worce&s;ter,</HI> and the Hang|man through your hot zeal lo&s;t his labour, in common
<PB N="6" REF="4">Ju&s;tice, therefore it is requi&s;ite that he &s;hould have right done him; and that he &s;hould make up his dayes work with &s;ome employment about your Lord&s;hip.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titch.</SPEAKER>
<P>Bro. <HI>Ireton,</HI> I writ a godly book called <HI>A Clu&s;ter of Grapes,</HI> the Title was Ominous, and &s;erves the turn; for we Canaanites will like good fellows hang together in bunches.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>Pardon me, I'le rather &s;tay here till Au|tumn, and ta&s;te &s;ome of the &s;owre Grapes that grow upon the&s;e walls; by your favour, I am not &s;o far in the mire as your &s;elf, and I have got little el&s;e be&s;ides an ill name, and that partly I had from my Brother the Devils Deputy in <HI>Ireland:</HI> Sir an ill name, is by the Proverb, but half hanging.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb</SPEAKER>
<P>Were not you a Colonel of Hor&s;e, were not you like to be Lord Major twice, do you think to have the&s;e Honours for nothing? be&s;ides, did not you cheat the State of the Cu&s;tomes, for the whole &s;pace of a moneth? Sir, you are in the &s;ame Predicament as <HI>Pennington, Harvay,</HI> and my &s;elf: But &s;uppo&s;e you had not wit enough of your own to compa&s;s an E&s;tate, yet Sir, you &s;hall an&s;wer for the Portion you had with your fi&s;t Wife, which was got by roa&s;ting of Brooms for the Servants on <HI>Sunday</HI> nights.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>Nay, if you be thereabouts with <HI>Tom Prides</HI> Bears, and have the faculty of railing (as <HI>Oliver</HI> had of &s;wearing, when he was angry) its time to take you down, or tru&s;s you up: what think you of Mr. <HI>Windu&s;t:</HI> Sir, were not you the great over&s;eer of the Ale-Hou|&s;es, the Pot informer, the Bawds and Whores Secre|tary, the great Caball of all the lewdne&s;s in the Town; for all your &s;tarcht grave &s;uperciliou&s;ne&s;s?
<PB N="7" REF="4">was not your <HI>Privado</HI> your familiar Mr. <HI>Bunbury,</HI> a fine Companion for an Alderman? Have you not a per|fect L<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t of all the &s;mug young Auxiliaries in the Town, which folks &s;tick not to &s;ay is high Trea&s;on a|gain&s;t the Female Sex; nay Sir, were not you Pre&s;i|dent of the New Artillery Company in <HI>Finsbury,</HI> and did you not continue &s;o till they were &s;o weary of you, and your &s;olemn impertinencies, that they formally di&s;owned and abhorred you?</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Good Sir, what think you (if you &s;hun perchance the Gallows, as you vainly promi&s;e your &s;elf, for you are a mi&s;cheivous fool none of Gods making) of your riotous attempt upon the Liberties of the <HI>Fleet</HI>-Pri&s;on) did not you pimp and peep to into Bawdy-hou&s;es in that Lane under pretence of your power of Juri&s;diction there? who pays for tho&s;e E&s;capes there? in troth Sir, we both lack &s;uch a ventu|rous Lord Maior as your &s;elf, for this Liberty of the <HI>Tower;</HI> for then we would both run away together, though I cannot tell whether except to <HI>Jamaica;</HI> for there's no other Harbour or Sanctuary for us in any part of the world, our Faction and party are &s;o known and dete&s;ted.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>What a Cur&s;e and misfortune attends us, we cannot have a word or two, but pre&s;ently we mu&s;t to|gether by the ears, and rip up things like <HI>Billing&s;gate,</HI> this very trick ruined the <HI>Rump</HI> and <HI>Lambert,</HI> and our whole Gang; but yet now you are &s;peaking of getting out hence, I can be friends with you with all my heart, I &s;uppo&s;e you know &s;ome private hou&s;e where we may lye &s;ecure till we have a fair wind, it is high time to con&s;ider of it, e're the King come, for he will be
<PB N="8" REF="5">&s;trongly importuned for ju&s;tice again&s;t us.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Tichb.</SPEAKER>
<P>But how &s;hall we get out hence, now <HI>Morley</HI> is not Lieutenant of the <HI>Tower;</HI> and for my own part, I can find no more Connivence or Favour, then if I had never bore Authority here.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>My Lord, it is unlucky returning over the mud in the Moat, for then we &s;hall be caught again, what think you of a Di&s;gui&s;e.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb.</SPEAKER>
<P>Very well, but what, they &s;ay I am as noto|rious as <HI>Miles Corbet</HI> the Jew, but tell me what Di&s;|gui&s;e.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>I know you are well-beloved of the Herb-women, in your New Market in <HI>Pauls Church</HI>-yard; and therefore I would advi&s;e you to &s;end thither for a bunch of Carrots to make you a Beard, and on my life that will carry it.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb.</SPEAKER>
<P>I thank you Sir, I can help you to &s;uch a|nother Ma&s;quing bu&s;ine&s;s.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>What's that?</P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb.</SPEAKER>
<P><HI>Mol Cutpur&s;es</HI> Falling Band, Doublet and Petty-coats, in which &s;he lookt like a man, that the guard will never take you for.</P>
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<SPEAKER>Ireton.</SPEAKER>
<P>Any way &s;o we may be gone hence, do you good my Lord contrive, and I'le do as you bid me; but what &s;hall we do for the brace of Five hundred pounds you and I &s;ent <HI>Lambert?</HI></P>
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<SPEAKER>Titchb.</SPEAKER>
<P>It is come to that pa&s;s, that you and I mu&s;t be lo&s;ers by the Publick Faith; they cry a riddance of us is fitter then acquittance, come <HI>Dun</HI> I am ready.</P>
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