In the mean time, the great Gudgeons are to be catcht in
England, and (it seems) that is reserved for a second Course,
and the 'Presbyters are to serve it up without Ceremony, while
the poor Royalists Scrape Trenchers. For, come he must; that
is resolved, if he will be ridden; then the Kirk in time may
chance to mount him upon a Galloway, and send him a hunting
into England, like his grand-fire Jamy. Howsoever, I am
resolved to meet him half way, in hope to be Knighted among
the secluded Members, and the rest of his Wel-beloved Counsellors
and Cousins, that are sick of the Sullens, and want nothing
but another Rout and Sallet oyl, to swallow the new engagement.
Is not this a ticklish time then to write Intelligence? But
whatever happens, you shall have it to the purpose; for, I fear
no Colours, neither Black-coat, nor Blew-cap, nor that Raw
head and bloody-bones in the Royall Banner of Scotland; which
was the only Legacy (beside the Favour of the Kirk,) that
Montross left his Master. And much good may it do him among
his gude Subjects; long may the Scotch Royall-Progeny
and Priesthood be all fellows at Foot ball, and enjoy Sunshine
once a quarter for the reviving of Factions, that they may
never return again to stroke the guils of the City, and compare
notes with the Clergy, for the restauration of their Members,
and the thrice reverend Assembly.
Now let us to Intelligence, in order.
Thursday, June 6.
PRoduced News from Breda, 26/16 May, that the Court was
then gravelled in point of money and Resolution, and like
to split upon a Rock ere they got to Sea; that they sate silent
and close, as if they had been hatching of Scotch Barnacles;
but the depth of the Plot (its conceived) was to barrell up
their King like other Merchandise, in a Dutch Hoy, that he
might slink away among the Fishermen, and be landed any
where, in a Kingly Pickle, upon the Coast of Scotland; my
Lord Dumfermling, Murry, and Fleming, being gone before to
carry News, that the yong man is willing to come, being