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<P>The Wel&s;h-mans publique and hearty Sorrow and Recantation, That ever her tooke up Armes again&s;t her cood Parliament, declaring to all the world how her hath been abu&s;ed by faire urds and flatterings, telling what booties and honours her &s;hould get if her would but helpe to conduct her King to her crete Councell the Parliament.</P>
<P>Al&s;o her new Oath and Prote&s;tation never to beare Armes again&s;t hee cood Parliament any more.</P>
<P>By <HI>Shon up Morgan</HI> Shentileman.</P>
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<P><ADD>Feb" 25</ADD>Printed and publi&s;hed for the u&s;e and benefit of all her loving Coun|trymen in her Kingdome and Principallity of <HI>Wales,</HI> 1647.</P>
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<HEAD>The VVel&s;h-mans publique and hearty &s;orrow and Recantation, that ever her took up Armes again&s;t her cood Parliament.</HEAD>
<P>MAy it plea&s;e all and every one that &s;hall ca&s;t her cood and favourable eyes upon this &s;heets of papers, to know and believe that all her Country-men of <HI>Wales</HI> by what|&s;oever appellations they be called, are wonderfull &s;orry for her late temerities and ra&s;hne&s;&s;e, whereunto the Tivell owing her a &s;pight led her blind-fold, for her doe with teares over|flowing her cheeks, and drowning her hearts inward and out|ward acknowledge and confe&s;&s;e, (which her will not doe at a Se&s;&s;ions, for fear of hanging) that her was very &s;trangely de|ceived by politike jeeres, flatteries, and temptations, to make walks and preambulations out of her Countries of Wales, to kill and fight with her know not whom, and her have cur&s;t her &s;elfe many dayes together in Wel&s;h for being &s;uch &s;imple puppies, to be carryed away by witch-crafts as her thinkes, and as it will appear in her lamentable and pitifull recantati|ons, which her do now intend to make out of the coodne&s;&s;e of her Pritti&s;h bloud, and valiant di&s;po&s;ition a great while a|goe, her was per&s;waded to put on her Armes, and to march with crete courage and magnanime&s;ties upon crete bu&s;ine&s;&s;e, and matters of high and generous con&s;equences as are concei|ved to condu&s;t and bring her cood and gracious King to her Parliament, and that his per&s;on might be &s;ecured from all in|dignities and injuries, for which her will &s;pend her be&s;t plood in her pellies, her being true Brittain and love her King and Prince with all integrities, and all her hearts, but after her had con&s;ented to go in warlike fa&s;hions, her was led away in a fooles paradizes, to fall by the &s;words of her enemies, and to
<PB REF="3">make her appearances in Kenton, Na&s;eby, and many other Battels, where there was nothing but killing and &s;laying of all per&s;ons, without re&s;pect of degrees and petidegrees, and ancient Gentlemen and Lords were in as much pericles and dangers as her poore&s;t Countrey-men; Lord ble&s;&s;e us, Guns went off like a clutter of haile &s;tumbling down from her old Regiments in <HI>Wales,</HI> when her cou&s;en <HI>Boreas</HI> &s;waggers and do|mineers on her Mountaines, and was crete deluges and over|flowings of blood which was &s;pilt, to make the ground blu&s;h for inhumanities and mercile&s;&s;e cruelty, and bullets flew a|bout her ears as commonly as if her &s;hould have told her &s;ome tale, and bid her beware, but her could not take heed of her comming, but tho&s;e round pellets hit her in invi&s;ible miracu|lous manners her know not how, but her Country-men was killed and &s;laine, and dyed like rotten Muttons, before her could make her Inventories and Wills to aule her loving cou|zens, her was &s;troke dead without giving her leave to &s;end commendations of her &s;elfe and her valour to her Countrey-men: and Saint <HI>Winifreds</HI> Well could not flow in greater big &s;treams then her &s;aw plood run in &s;treams mingled with vul|gars and Shentlemens plood, her could not know her con|&s;anguinity nor her Cozen, gentle bloud, but was aule running out of her veins and pellies, her cannot make terrible de&s;cri|ptions of awle tho&s;e cruell fights, and horrible battels, which her was &s;pectators and beholders of, but her can tell, that her was never put into &s;uch a&s;toni&s;hments, and amazements in all her dayes, for her cannot with all her fancies and imagi|nations &s;et out her pictures, and deadly repre&s;entations of this hot skirmi&s;h, her know not about what, but meer piples, and papiles, and words, &s;uch as her never knew about Pregorga|tives, and <HI>Commi&s;sions of Array,</HI> her do not know, but her was ready in her breeches to bewray her &s;elfe, and &s;ometimes for very fears and affrights it run down her heeles, as if it had been three-penny new ale, &s;uch a work it did make, and that
<PB REF="3">without authorities, but upon plain nece&s;&s;ities and fears and frights, but her is now in all humility and &s;ubmi&s;&s;ion ready and de&s;irous to crave pardon for her following and obeying the Commi&s;&s;ion of Array; her thought like the poore dog, that her was going to a break fa&s;t, when her was going to hanging, her thought to have marched out of her Countrey, only to bring her King and Parliament to meet lovingly, but by the way, many thou&s;and tivels met us, and &s;pit fire again&s;t us, and &s;ent us &s;uch hot an&s;wers, as bounce bounce, that her was almo&s;t deafe, and was lamed in all her &s;en&s;es, &s;o that her thought her &s;hould never heare her Wel&s;h harps more melo|diou&s;ly playing: and be&s;ides the &s;in oake of Gun-powder &s;poi|led her &s;tomack, that her did wi&s;h her had been to&s;ting chee&s;e by the fire-&s;ide in her own Country, there her could fight at country Machets, and crack her Couzens crown, and he took it for good payment for a Wel&s;h Runt: But here at <HI>Keinton, Na&s;eby,</HI> and <HI>Newberry,</HI> our crownes were crackt, and yet they would not be content, but we mu&s;t pay our deare lives, and keep us from running home to <HI>Wales,</HI> though our legs was as cood and better then their hearts. Her was truly conformed before her went out of her Country, that her &s;hould get ho|nour and crete &s;tore of pillage, and cood pay for her labour, <HI>by Gods plutra nailes,</HI> her had &s;uch cood pay, that her de&s;ire never to be &s;o paid again, the Red-coats did &s;o pay her, that her was fain to run from her pay, marke her that now, her could have found better occupying at home, and better pay|ment made there, then her did at this Keinton, Newbery, and other battels, for her lo&s;t one arme, and almo&s;t one leg, in|&s;omuch, that her &s;hall never deale truly, nor go uprightly with her be&s;t friends,; Yet her do much thank her Fates in that her hath but one hand, for now her can pilfer and &s;teale but halfe &s;o much with one, as her could before with two, and &s;o her &s;hould not be hanged &s;o &s;oon as her &s;hould, if her had two hands.</P>
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Her was likewi&s;e drilled to Coventry, and it was told her that it was a very rich Town, and cood &s;tore of pillage was therein, and that her &s;hould have fine &s;horts and fine &s;heets, her mu&s;t confe&s;&s;e that put her into &s;ome heart to get &s;ome &s;hirts, for her had never an one of her back, but a couple of nimb'd napkins tacked together, and &s;o put upon her &s;houl|ders, and with never a &s;leeve, and tho&s;e her wore 4. months, in&s;omuch that her had neer three&s;core and two Moabites a|bout her, be&s;ides Nitites and Jebu&s;ites, which leapt like our Wel&s;h goat over the pales and over the mountains, when we hunt her for veni&s;on. And &s;ome of them were grown grey with old age, others with a long red li&s;t downe their backs, others black all over, as nimble as a &s;pirit, but the divelli&s;h back-biter of all the re&s;t was the grey Moabite; ten thou&s;and civels take em. And for her running away, her think is very cood wi&s;edomes, for her do remember her Wel&s;h proverb, <HI>de huma comr a<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> bo in daneth whee,</HI> that is, one paire of leggs is worth two paire of hands: yet her can &s;hu&s;tifie that her Coun|try-men did not face about and run away the fir&s;t, but did &s;toutly &s;tand to it, and for her part, her did but winke twice in &s;hooting thrice her gun off with a pellet in it, but her was in &s;uch a &s;weat with it, as if it had been St. <HI>Taffies</HI> day when all her chee&s;es are &s;et to the fire to roa&s;t for joy.</P>
<P>And her tell her that for her own credit, that it was the En|gli&s;h-man that fir&s;t run away, and it doth much rejoice her heart to hear, that not only &s;ome of her Country-men run a|way, but that divers Engli&s;h Captains not being content to run away on foot, but rode away like Cowards upon their hor&s;e backs, and with the Parliaments money al&s;o, bidding their &s;ouldiers &s;hift for them&s;elves, for they were all lo&s;t men. Nay her do caknow them very well, there was one Captaine <HI>Ram&s;ey</HI> and Captain <HI>Frith,</HI> and that &s;tout pot Captaine Sir <HI>Faithfull Forte&s;cue,</HI> which her will rather call <HI>Faithle&s;&s;e For|te&s;cue,</HI> who dur&s;t not come up to her enemies face, but winked
<PB REF="4">and &s;hot of his pi&s;toll in the ground, and run away without her word of command, and another Hobhardy Captain cal|<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">ed <HI>Richard Parker,</HI> who looks like bul-beef, and would have frighted her with her looks, her do warrant her, but he like a <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters">oward run away, and did not like an hone&s;t man go through-&s;titch with his work &s;uch a ra&s;call would be hanged if her was in our Countrey, yet her would not have him hanged, for that would &s;poile his whi&s;tling, for if all run-awaies &s;hould be hanged, what would become of her none &s;elfe: But her would have him marked for a white-liver'd &s;lave, and where her had a hor&s;e of 12, l. price, her &s;hould have one of 12. s. the next time, and her Lord Generall &s;hould &s;erve the &s;ouldiers as her cozen <HI>Iulius Cae&s;ar</HI> did when her fir&s;t entred <HI>England,</HI> brought all his men in &s;hips, and when he had landed them, commanded the &s;hips to be &s;ent home again, &s;o that they had no hope left of running away, but to &s;tand to it, and fight like men, or dye like cowards; So her would have her Par|liament let none of her Captaines have hor&s;es above 10. s. price, that if they offer to flye or run away, they may &s;oone be overtaken, and puni&s;hed, or &s;o branded that they may be taken notice of for fugitives: for her owne part (alas poore <HI>Taffie</HI>) all that her could get for guarding up her King to the Parliament was the lo&s;&s;e of one of her armes, and almo&s;t one of her legs, the Tivell take her Commi&s;&s;ion of Array, and her al&s;o, if ever her fight again for the Array, for it made her in a wofull ca&s;e, I would I had her &s;tones between her anvill at home, that fir&s;t invented or found out the Commi&s;&s;ion of Ar|ray, but will conclude, as her cozen Sir <HI>Francis Iones</HI> did up|on the Se&s;&s;ions hou&s;e bench when her cozen was condemn'd to be hang'd, he &s;tarting up hearing her Countryman cry for mercy, &s;aid it is wel you &s;cape &s;o too, &s;o &s;ay I, it is wel I &s;caped &s;o too, and &s;o her will march home to her own Countrey, and make &s;ome new Alminacks and Progno&s;tications from yeare to yeare hereafter.</P>
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<HEAD>The Wel&s;h-mans new Oath.</HEAD>
<P>IN con&s;iderations therefore of the premizes mo&s;t bloody and cruell, beyond all compari&s;ons and &s;tories of all an|cient fights, we the old Brittains do here, from the bottome and top of our hearts, which do trouble her yet to thinke on that battaile, do here promi&s;e and take an hundred oaths up|on Books, that we will never hereafter be &s;o mad as to goe a gathering of wool, or wealth, or moneys, upon the wayes of pillaging and plundering, and getting good e&s;tates, and ap|parrell, by the Commi&s;&s;ion of Array, her will rather goe in her country habit, rather then to venture for the cood appar|rell and get nothing but knocks, nay and loo&s;e her life, and march bare-footed, again&s;t her cood friends, the Parliaments forces, and her de&s;ire tat te Parliament would not take their forwardne&s;&s;e to a&s;&s;i&s;t the&s;e Commi&s;&s;ioners of Array and her King, as a contempt again&s;t all her honours and ur&s;hips, for her will hang her &s;elfe, if ever her be &s;educed and led away to looke our Army in the face again, or to fall to blowes i<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> open field, where her plood was like to have been &s;hed, ha<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter"> not her being wi&s;er then the re&s;t, run away, and &s;o having e|&s;caped with her life, and made this <HI>Recantation,</HI> and doth de|&s;ire&punc; all the wor&s;hips of the <HI>Parliament,</HI> to pardon her crete te|merity, and errours in &s;tanding for the <HI>Commi&s;sion of Array</HI> and her King, her do vow and make Prote&s;tation, that here|after her will be wi&s;e and di&s;creet in the effu&s;ion of her true pritti&s;h blood and will upon all occa&s;ions handle her armes and legs in defending the Prote&s;tant Religion, be they what they will and her <HI>King, Parliament,</HI> and <HI>Countrey,</HI> this is her true Re&s;olution and Recantation, and hearty &s;orry that ever her took up Armes again&s;t her cood <HI>Parliament of England.</HI></P>
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