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<P>Mercurius Cambro-Britannus, <HI>THE BRITTISH MERCURY, OR THE VVELCH DIURNALL.</HI></P>
<P><HI>Communicating remarkable</HI> Intelligences, <HI>and true Newes to awle the whole Kingdome, from Friday</HI> November <HI>11, till Munday the 20. 1643.</HI></P>
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<ITEM><HI>1.</HI> Her tell of horrible creat Bea&s;t &s;een falling te Mountaine of Wales, te la&s;t creat light Night.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>2.</HI> Her told very true &s;tory of Carmarthan&s;hires pa&s;&s;ages, and of <HI>Merlyns</HI> Pro|phecies.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>3.</HI> Her come fery late from Sir <HI>William Wallers</HI> Army, and tell her all the pro|ceedings at Bazing-Hou&s;e.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>4.</HI> Her &s;how fery feelingly that all the hearts in Flint&s;hire which before were hearts of Flint to te Parliament, be now become &s;oft to them, and &s;upple as teir owne gloves.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>5.</HI> Her tell certaine truth of a Mare in Pembroke&s;hire that &s;old a Coult with &s;hooes on its feet, which Coult ere be long, her will bring up to London.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>6.</HI> Her be hartily &s;orry that her mu&s;t &s;peak the truth, and tell that the burning of Okingham &amp;c. was occa&s;ioned by a Commi&s;sion &s;igned with <HI>C.R.</HI></ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>7.</HI> Her make Declarations of te cood Prote&s;tants in Ireland, and would not &s;erve Sir <HI>Ralph Hopton</HI> again&s;t te Parliament.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>8.</HI> Her &s;how you all the marks of te old Great Seale, and Her tell you of the Ver|tue of te new.</ITEM>
<ITEM><HI>9.</HI> Her would have her know te creat paines her take in comming from Wales to acquaint you with her true Intelligence, and her be&s;eech you therefore to take te paines to looke it over.</ITEM>
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<P><HI>Publi&s;hed according to Order.</HI></P>
<P>LONDON, <HI>Printed by</HI> Bernard Al&s;op, <HI>Novemb. 20. 1943.</HI></P>
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<HEAD>THE BRITTISH MERCURY, COMMUNICATING Remarkable <HI>Intelligences,</HI> and true <HI>Newes</HI> to awle the whole Kingdome, from Friday <HI>November</HI> 11. till <HI>November</HI> 20. 1643.</HEAD>
<P>HEt hath waygated over all Walles, &s;ince her &s;ent you in her la&s;t News, and her is &s;ince &s;o pig with her new Remon&s;trances, her deliberations, and con&s;iderations, that her be &s;curvily afraid (if any true Brettayn will put her thought in pre&s;&s;e) and give tem to her countrey men te Hawkers, they will &s;ell them&s;elves awle like Tevils by two farding, tree farding a peece, will prove a banck of good newes for awle te Nations in te Urlds.</P>
<P>Her have terefore bin prodigally carefull, wat with te cornes on te feet of her &s;taffe, and te cornes on te toes of her feet to come now to you with creat deale paine, and though her feet be creat deale weary, her a&s;&s;ure you, her prayne is good and true.</P>
<P>Fir&s;t, know he be mannerly and wi&s;e, for her &s;corne to tell her be&s;t newes at fir&s;t, or wat was the mi&s;chance that came to her Daughter <HI>Thom&s;in</HI> dancing at te May-pole on a Sunday at Abercover, or when <HI>Iinkin</HI> up <HI>Vaughan</HI> with creat noy&s;e and threatning, &s;tole away her prowne bill, and go|ing home, put her into a yellow feare, which falling from behind, came trick|ling downe with creat ha&s;t. Her come laden with fre&s;her newes from all te parts of Chri&s;tendome in Wales. Her begin fir&s;t with Flint&s;hire. Her &s;ay tat all the Hearts of Wales in that countrey be awle now as &s;oft as te fery moul|ten wax, and pecau&s;e tey are &s;o often vexed with te &s;teele of te Cavaliers, her be awle re&s;olved to lend no more fire to burne her owne countrey and her pedigrees, but te Parliament &s;hall find them all as &s;upple as teyr own chivrell
<PB N="2" REF="3">gloves. Her was in Carmarthen&s;hire. Was all knew te prave bloud of Prophet <HI>Merlyn,</HI> her confe&s;&s;e, her found tem all naught tere, Her all dranke tere for te Prince of Wales, yet her mu&s;t know (&s;ince good Metheglin begette cood &s;pirit) her come at la&s;t to the Parliament, and by and by her be awle againe in remor&s;e, and either &s;tand for tem or again&s;t them. Was creat gate open, and by and by was creat gate &s;hut, and then was creat gate open againe. Was all fery unruly, untill up <HI>Samp&s;on</HI> up <HI>Price,</HI> up <HI>Hercules</HI> up <HI>Owen,</HI> up <HI>Hector</HI> up <HI>Llewellyn,</HI> up Prince <HI>Arthur</HI> up <HI>Howell,</HI> began to recite to her owne countrey|men &s;ome of her creat Prophet <HI>Merlyns</HI> own Prophecies, if her can remember them you &s;hall have them pre&s;ently, it was &s;poke (as her conceive) of her pre|&s;ent times.</P>
<Q><L>With fire and blood this Age is coverd o're,</L>
<L>(One thou&s;and and &s;ix hundred left in &s;core)</L>
<L>The Parliament in forty three that &s;tood</L>
<L>Shall &s;hake Church, Churches, and the Roman Rood.</L></Q>
<P>Her would faine know of all her Malignants, if Prophet <HI>Merlyn</HI> was true Prophet or no, her told be&s;ides tat all te Provinces in Wales, and all to high Hill, &s;hould &s;ubmit them&s;elves and make legges to te quiet vales, and to te Peace, which te good and creat Parliament would make in England. Her told us be&s;ides of many &s;hrewd and happy things which &s;ince have come to pa&s;&s;e. <HI>Merlyn</HI> was <HI>Merlyn</HI> beleive it. But te la&s;t week as her pa&s;t to countries for her recreation, and your information; Her mette with &s;hrewsbury &s;hentle|man, her fery owne cood Co&s;in, who told her (her know not what of te Lord <HI>Capell,</HI> and tat te creat Towne of Shrewsbury, and all te Engli&s;h lay on te Marches of Wales, were fery &s;ick of te Army di&s;ea&s;e, and had gotte creat &s;haking Ague, and were like to dye of creat mi&s;chiefe, which te little hun|gry wormes had brought upon tem; And tat tere was no hope that te creat Towne of Shrewsbury &s;hould be releived, and tat te hearts of our countrey|men &s;hould be quieted, unle&s;&s;e that her Lord <HI>Little-ton</HI> &s;hould come to pacifie her angry minds, for her did love her fery well before, but &s;ince her have renounced te faith of true Britti&s;h &s;hentleman, and have u&s;ed the creat Seale (by Gar (her knowes) to fery bad u&s;es) her have lo&s;t all hearts in Wales and England, and her know Chri&s;endome fery well, for her hath bin in her creat Grand-fathers chine in Holland, when te pigge to live in the bad Urld, her urind forth halfe of te great &s;pirit of her Nephew, to come at the &s;iege of O&s;tend.</P>
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<P>Her delights not much in her owne pedegree though it bee fery famous, her have not lea&s;ure to tell tat which would fill te cheekes of Fame. Her comes onely with petty things, as te newes of Peace or te peace of Religion, or &s;o which her knowes fery well tat no Welch Shentleman of her owne Nation with te King doe either much de&s;ire or expect, for her in Wales bee &s;couring of her old Murrions with a&s;hes, and running over their ru&s;ty blades with Sea|cole du&s;t, which by the care and thrift of &s;ome of her forefathers was provi|ded for te fodder of tis winters chimneyes. Yet her be &s;o bold to advi&s;e tem to take notice, tat though awle her Bedlam Co&s;ins in Pembroke&s;hire and in Tenbigh be &s;o mad to for&s;ake te Parliament, teir friends, and liberty, and run to cover tem&s;elves under te wings of te Malignants, who are ready to devoure tem, yet her is ferily per&s;waded in &s;oule and con&s;cience, her will awle have te lei&s;ure to repent tis ill bargaine contracted with te Cavalliers in Ireland, and tat te many Regiments which are now comming from Ireland to helpe his Maje&s;ty of England, will be a burden (if beaten by ill windes into our &s;hores) too un&s;upportable for her and awle her good kindred to endure. Her tere|fore in good time advi&s;e tho&s;e her good Co&s;ins of Wales to de&s;i&s;t; tat is in plaine Welch to &s;hiet off awle to&s;e pad neighbours who wi&s;h &s;o ill to te ad|vancement of Wales, or te pad behoofe of any who are of <HI>Pendragons</HI> gene|ration.</P>
<P>Her was pe&s;ides in Angle&s;ey, where what&s;oever lookes her Countrimen have, tey have hearts for te Parliament, and will be ready on any advantage to te&s;tifie her mo&s;t humble accommodations, obligations, and awle te grada|tions of true&s;t devotion to them.</P>
<P>But harke you what: It was her fortune to come into Monmouth, and to vi&s;it Ragland Ca&s;tle. Her found her owne Countrymen fery de&s;olate and few in number. Her was bold to aske the cau&s;e. Her kinde Cou&s;ins awle te Shen|tlewomen told her, tat te good Lord of Wore&s;ter &s;ince he was made Marquis. was &s;o full of te bloody warre, tat tere was no &s;hee&s;e, or Mou&s;e to feed on tat &s;hee&s;e in awle his Ca&s;tle; her had hope of &s;ome tenants, but not onely tere but in Glamorgan&s;hire her can finde nether heart nor tongue to bid welcome, nor bone nor bit to give the Cavalliers a breakfa&s;t.</P>
<P>Her now like to Welch Divines, that make teyr prayer in te middle of teyr Sermon, will begin to make her Apology in te middle of her Booke. And in &s;ober &s;adne&s;&s;e, it may &s;eem wondrous matter in te&s;e &s;ad times, that her dare appeare in Print every week, (for feare of te which, her hath this week adjourned her Welch Merury from Saturday to Munday, for though her be a Mercury (her will nere as her can) keep her con&s;tant &s;ea&s;ons and revoluti|ons, moving alwayes in te Orbe of hone&s;t Mirth, and next to Truth, for
<PB N="4" REF="4">though her &s;eem &s;ometimes merry, yet her may be true and and &s;erious in her Re&s;olutions. And why not, her pray you? marke and ob&s;erve her intelligence according to teir order.</P>
<P>Her be glad in the fir&s;t place that &s;ome be wi&s;er then &s;ome, was proverbe true, for as her Countrey-men hath made Declarations of her wi&s;dome by leaving te Kings Army, &s;o te Iri&s;h forces peing creat thou&s;ands, have made manife&s;tations, and re&s;olutions, tat tey will never have copulation with Sir <HI>Ralph Hopton</HI> or any other again&s;t te Parliament, and thereupon they are gone to Bathe, and &s;ent to the prave Sir <HI>William Waller</HI> for Officers to goe in and out before them. Was no doubt terefore but aw&s;e te Malignants will goe We&s;tward, and downe te wind.</P>
<P>Her was heare of a creat Hou&s;e called Bazing Hou&s;e, pigger then all her Welch Tenements; and Sir <HI>William Waller</HI> layd clo&s;e &s;ieges to it, and &s;ent out a number to hunt for te Malignant in te Kings Parke neate Bazing Hou&s;e, and to cha&s;e tem up and downe te Parke, as her doe te running Wat, was re|ported tat his good Vr&s;hip had taken te Out-works, but her &s;ure was very hot fervice te la&s;t Sunday night, and te la&s;t Munday was hurt creat many men kill &s;ome, but Sir <HI>William Waller</HI> will take a time ere it be long, either by night or by day, to be eaven with them.</P>
<P>Te creat Hou&s;e of Bazing is mightily haunted with malignant &s;pirits, and teyr chiefe is Captaine <HI>Royden.</HI> As for te Lieutenant Colonel! <HI>Mr. Peake,</HI> that had creat hope py his Valour to peake him&s;elfe at lea&s;t into a Knight, was killed dead as doore nayle, and was peake into her grave.</P>
<P>Her country-man ap <HI>Powell</HI> told her that her country-man told her coun|try-man, and her told her Britti&s;h Mercury tat te North was in cood man|ners and conditions, and without complements, the Truth is tat a great part of te Earle of Manche&s;ters hor&s;e is quartered about Newarke, and have dri|ven away all te Cattell, te bea&s;t, &s;heep, and Oxen, and lowing Cow towards Bo&s;ton, and Lincolne, and was make Newarke and all te Inhabitants fery thin, and look like <HI>Mr. Rawbones.</HI> And Sir <HI>Thomas Fairfax</HI> was gone with thirty creat Troupes of Hor&s;e into Nottingham&s;hire, and was put New|arke and Newca&s;tle into &s;uch terrours, tat her Newca&s;tle will be as Sir <HI>Iohn Old-ca&s;tle</HI> that could not &s;tand it out to make his water again&s;t te wall, but dribbled in her breeches, and her verily believe tat te malignants will runne tem&s;elves into a loo&s;ene&s;&s;e of &s;melling pudder when they find them&s;elves &s;o hard be&s;et.</P>
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<P>Her asked her Co&s;in Morgan, a man of pigge credit, and rich in bearded Leeke, and bearded Coate, and her told her, and her &s;wore to her to by Saint Taffy, that tere was create hope tat te Parliament forces was have pig &s;ucce&s;&s;es, and tat her Garri&s;on at Plimmouth have pravely defended tem&s;elves again&s;t te be&s;iegers, and have come out again&s;t te enemy and peat tem from teyr out|workes, and have received te money &s;ent from te Praliament, tis was fery good, te Gold and te Money was make her fery valiant I warrant, for gold, &s;ilver and Metheglin are te three Soules that doe make her Country-men have both being and vallour.</P>
<P>But her will tell her memorable news from Glamorgan&s;hire, was creat light night was &s;eene not long agoe over awle Wales, and was &s;o pright her be|lieve in her fery con&s;cience it was not night, but day light &s;icke, and her Co&s;in up Ienkin was looking in her pro&s;pective-gla&s;&s;e to te creat high hill in Mon|mouth-&s;hire to &s;ee what te matter was, and ju&s;t here upon te &s;omnet of all the hill, where it verged downe in the &s;teepe&s;t Precipice, and looked point-blanck towards Hell, her &s;aw creat Bea&s;t falling downe never to ri&s;e againe, and te hills round about did &s;hake for feare, this was certainely about mid-night (as her can pring very good witne&s;&s;e) and yet te light was &s;o creat that her Co&s;in &s;o farre off could &s;ee fery apparently ju&s;t as it was, te creat Bea&s;t falling downe, and te creat Collar that. was about its neck, and did read the letters that was on the Collar, which was <HI>ANTICHRISTO.</HI></P>
<P>Her have al&s;o &s;ome other &s;trange newes to acquaint you with, her &s;hall onely de&s;ire her may be priviledged to &s;peake te truth which is: That in Pen|broke&s;hire as her was comming up to acquaint you wit her Intelligences, her &s;aw in te way behind the hedge a Mare foling of a Coult, her &s;taid a creat while to fee what Nature would &s;end, at length her kenned prave new Colt come into te world, with new &s;hooes on its feet, and the Nailes &s;o clo&s;ely and hand&s;omely clinched, that her ferily beleeve, tat the be&s;t Farrier in the Vrld could not have &s;et them better on. When ever te Colt grow a little older, her really intend to bring it up to London to make a &s;how, and to get Portion by it for her daughter Thoma&s;in, who (as her told you a little before) by great mi&s;chance was great with child, yet her mu&s;t nor di&s;&s;emble te feares which by rea&s;on of this Portentous birth, her Nation is in, <HI>viz.</HI> that the &s;ad imployment for hor&s;e and the Iron age of Warre will continue.</P>
<P>Here by the way, heare one thing more that doth make her heart tremble and her eyes &s;wimme in teyr owne teares, and tat was that at the firing and burning of Okeingham in Berke&s;hire her thinke it is, her is &s;ure out tis in
<PB N="6" REF="5">England, one of the Cavallier Captaines told te inhabitants tat he was come to fire te Towne, and putting his hand into his poke, he pulled out his Confe&s;|&s;ion which was &s;igned with two great Letters <HI>C. R.</HI> was &s;trange thing tat her King &s;hould put her hand to &s;uch a fiery Confe&s;&s;ion. Her &s;elfe was al&s;o fear|full, and &s;o was her father before her, to put her hand to Bond, or Pill, or any Obligation, but te King (and her pe &s;orry for it) is per&s;waded again&s;t his heart to have a hand in te fiting of Townes, and te de&s;truction of his owne &s;ubjects.</P>
<P>Her had almo&s;t quite fogot to tell her te Remarkable Pa&s;&s;ages which her &s;aw at Bath, which was tat creat many Engli&s;h Prote&s;tants are come out of Ireland, and quartered tere in tat City. Sir <HI>Raph Hopton</HI> &s;ent tem from Bri&s;toll &s;ome barrels af Beere, and halfe a Crowne a piece in money to drinke cood healths unto te King, and to make tem &s;tand for te honour of te Crowne, but tey had more wit in teir owne crowne ten tey received profit by Sir <HI>Ralph Hoptons</HI> halfe Crowne, and returned an&s;wer, tat tey would not make Warre and fight again&s;t te Parliament, but was come to fight again&s;t te Papi&s;ts, where|upon Sir <HI>Ralph Hopton</HI> crew into creat di&s;content, and &s;ent tem command to deliver up teir Armes, but tey would not yeeld unto it, but will prove as true as her owne Countrimen of Wales, in &s;tanding with their armes and legges for te Parliament.</P>
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