Boscobel: Or, The History of his Sacred Majesties most Miraculous Preservation After the Battle of Worcester, 3. Sept. 1651 — John Shaqi
Boscobel: Or, The History of his Sacred Majesties most Miraculous Preservation After the Battle of Worcester, 3. Sept. 1651Blount, Thomas
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Boscobel: Or, The History of his Sacred Majesties most Miraculous Preservation After the Battle of Worcester, 3. Sept. 1651
Blount, Thomas
Boscobel (England) -- Early works to 1800; Charles II, King of England, 1630-1685 -- Early works to 1800
His Majesties attire, as was before observ'd in part, was then a
leather-doublet, a pair of green breeches, and a jump-coat (as the
country calls it) of the same green, a pair of his own stockens with
the tops cut off, because embroider'd, and a pair of stirrop stockens,
which were lent him at Madely, a pair of old shoos, cut and slash'd to
give ease to his feet, an old grey, greasy hat without a lyning, a
noggen shirt, of the coursest linnen, his face and hands made of a
reechy complexion, by the help of the walnut tree leaves.
Mr. Huddleston observing the coursness of his Majesties shirt to
disease him much and hinder his rest, ask'd my Lord, if the King would
be pleased to change his shirt, which his Majesty condescended unto,
and presently put off his course shirt and put on a flexen one of Mr.
Huddleston's who pul'd off his Majesties shoos and stockens, and put
him on fresh stockens, and dry'd his feet, where he found some body had
innocently but indiscreetly put white paper, which, with going on foot
from the place where his Majesty alighted to the house, was roll'd
between his stockens and his skin, and serv'd to encrease rather than
asswage the soarness of his feet.
Mr. Whitgreave had by this time brought up some biscuit and a bottle of
sack, his Majesty ate of the one, and drank a good glass of the other;
and, being thus refresh'd, was pleas'd to say cheerfully, _I am now
ready for another march; and if it shall please God once more to place
me in the head of but eight or ten thousand good men, of one mind, and
resolv'd to fight, I shall not doubt to drive these rogues out of my
kingdoms_.
It was now break of the day on Munday morning the eighth of September,
and his Majesty was desirous to take some rest: In order whereto a
palet was carried into one of the secret places, where his Majesty lay
down, but rested not so well as his host desired, for the place was
close and inconvenient, and they durst not adventure to put him into
any bed in an open chamber.
After some rest taken in the hole, his Majesty got up, and was pleased
to take notice of, and salute Mr. Whitgreaves mother, and (having his
place of retreat still ready) sate between whiles in a closet over the
porch, where he might see those that pass'd the road by the house.
Before the Lord Wilmot betook himself to his dormitory, he conferr'd
with _Mr. Whitgreave_, and advised, that himself or _Mr. Huddleston_
would be alwayes vigilant about the house, and give notice if any
souldiers came, and (sayes this noble Lord) _If it should so fall out
that the rebels have intelligence of your harbouring any of the Kings
party, and should therefore put you to any torture for confession, be
sure you discover me first, which may happily in such case satisfie
them, and preserve the King_. This was the expression and care of a
loyal subject, worthy eternal memory.
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