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A53138 News from Guild-hall, or, The Combate of the gyants 1683 (1683) Wing N963; ESTC R31090 2,306 3

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NEWS FROM GUILD-HALL Or the Combate of the Gyants SO many Improbable Stories have been writ of Gyants in former Ages that this will seem rather a Romance then a Combat let it be never so Real And though it be Prodigious in it self yet since there are less Absurdities and fewer Contradictions in it then in some Dying Speeches I know not why I should not be believed as well as any Father Confessor of Poland or Hungary especially having almost all the Eyes and Ears of this Incredulous Town Witnesses to the Combat to testify the Truth of this Relation On the last Day the Debate was held about the Address for Surrendering the Charter there was such a Noise in the Hall as has not been heard since the last Memorable Riot Alace for the poor Charter says one alace for our Freedoms and Lives says another Liberty and Property is no more when we cease to be Free-men we must part we will not part with our Charter This Acclamation of the Masters Alarm'd the Master-Prentice who cry'd a Fart for the Charter let 'em take it and much good do 'em shall we complain for being Free-men Now we may Drink Swear and Whore as well as Sir Thomas himself and Commit Trespass with our Neighbour Pul●en without the forfeit of our Indentures A Butchers Wife Swore while she was in the Flesh she would Trade in the Flesh and dispose of her on in despight of the Charter to whom a Fish-Mongers Wife made Answer Right Neighbour Charter or no Charter I will not beat a Farthing of my old Rate either of Fish or Flesh to the best Customer in England God Bless His Majesty Our own is our own still and we will use them to our best advantage In this Fury and Distraction they Ran about the Streets all the Day and Night till about two a Clock in the Morning when Expecting all things to be at Rest but the Watch and Midnight Goblings there was such a Noise in Guild-Hall as Frighted all the Neighbor-hood Watch and Constables for your must Understand the two Gardian Giants alarum'd at the former Crys or Inspir'd by the Genius of their different Partys were got together by the Ears at every Stroak that was made the House Shook as with an Earth-quake All the Glass Windows round about were Shiver'd to Pieces and several Chimneys were blown down This dreadful Combat of the Giants was occasioned on a difference about the Surrender of the Charter Roymond the Tory Giant Asserting and Justifying the Kings Rights and Routal the Right and Liberty of the People which with the Dreadful threatning and Clashing on either side made such an horrible Din and Clutter as had not been heard since the last Election of Whig Shrieves The Constable and Watch finding their Bills too weak to withstand the Giants Clubs went to the Exchange to Reinforce their party with New Auxilliaries In the mean time the Battel continued with great Vigour on both sides Roymond stood on his St. George's Guard being rather willing to Defend himself then Destroy the other while Routal ●ay'd about him as if he had been Mad throwing in upon him Point and Edge At last Roymond having Disarm'd the other and got his Svvord generously offered him his ●●vord on this Condition that he vvould ovvn his Being aftervvards to his Clemency only granting him some other Regalities for the future in Token of his Victory When Routal more full of Malice then Submission thus Reply'd No Proud Roymond I Scorn to Submit tho' to my Master the Turk shall Submit to the Emperour and the Rebels in Hungary to their Native Soveraign sooner then I vvill Submit on these Terms My Life I scorn to owe to him that has taken that from me which is Dearer then that my Liberty you offer me my Sword and tye up my Hands from acting I l'e have all or none Ungrateful Wretch said Roymond is thy Sword with thy Life in my Hand and does thou refuse my Favour prepare thee then for the last Stroak Thus thy proud Head shall go to the Ground Quarter Quarter Noble Roymond said Routal now I find I am really Conquer'd I must Submit spare me till I make my Will a few last words and that 's all No time for Canting Speeches now said Roymond thou l't lye at the last Minute But I give thee time to Name thy Trustees Routal Jenks Jekel and Hubland I make my Executors to receive all my Debts to be Distributed for carrying on the Cause and to revenge my Innocent Blood and all my Arrears in the Hall to Purchas a New Charter To Hinton I leave all my Bills and Money at Cent per Cent to break for me when I am gone and Compone for 12. Pence in the Pound to make a Pension for Perkin Armstrong and Ferguson and the Interest to Hubland the Jew since Conventicles are going down to Build a Synagogue for the Saints To Pa A. and Du I leave my Dominion in Guild-Hall to stand there in my place as the chief and perpetual Supporters of his Body Uncorporat To Sir Thomas P I leave all the Reversion of my Stock in the Chamber of London if he has yet any left unspent to keep up his Reputation amongst the Whores and Act the Tory in his Cups till the Whig comes again into Play To Cor I 'le bequeath my Thrashing Pole with the ball and Iron Spikes instead of a Protestant Flayl and to Sir Ro. C. my Punniard to carrie in his Pocket instead of the Protestant Dagger that Peeps out and betrays him To Beth being as Signal for Hospitality as Loyalty I leave a bended Nine Pence to entertain the Corporations and Free-Men on the next Election of Whig Sheriffs To Cor I leave Five Groats to write my Elegie and as many more to Curtis for Printing it to be paid out of the Pensions for carrying on the Cause if there be any Remaining and to Doctor B Four-Score Guennies of the same to Write my Speech which will Serve as well after as before my Execution What do you Bequeath to me said Roymond my Sword replied Routal to cut off my Head or if you will spare my Life to give me the Honour to Wear it in your Service vvith this Generous Submission said Roymond thou hast Conquered the Conqueror take thy Life but the Svvord I vvill keep in my ovvn Hands to Dispose of as I think Fit and as I shall find thee Deserving for the Future Edinburgh Re-printed in the Year 1683.