hide limb meale, and then flea thy skin and hang it on the hedg, and give thy pomperd flesh to those Iudges which we are to fight before, (namely the Worshipfull the Bears), to satisfie their hungry mawes this Lent; let me hear your dogged answer, or else I will proclaim thee Coward in print, and set thy name upon every whipping post &c.... Expect no favour from mee, nor will I from you; I will end the difference. I will have no Outlandish cur domineer in our Land. _So saith your Surley foe_ Towzer, and servant to Prince Griffin." [Illustration] Long after poor _Boy's_ death he was associated with Prince Rupert, for instance [42]-- "See how the Sectists bustle now, The Independents sturre. London is tam'd say they; as once Prince _Rupert_ with his curre." _Boy_ at all events proved mortal, for he met with his death, after escaping in many battlefields, at Marston Moor, on 2d July 1644; and great rejoicings were made by the Puritan faction over his death. One of the "King's Pamphlets" is entirely devoted to him [43], and from this the accompanying engraving is taken. Here poor _Boy_, who is environed by a hail of bullets, is represented as being "killed by a Valliant Souldier, who had skill in Necromancy." And to keep up the idea of his supernatural birth a witch is standing by, lamenting. The "Elegie" commences with "P. _Ruperts_ Sorrow." "Lament poor _Cavaliers_, cry, howl, and yelp. For the great losse of your _Malignant Whelp_. Hee's dead! Hee's dead: No more, alas, can he Protect you _Dammes_, or get Victorie. How sad that _Son_ of _Blood_ did look to hear One tell the death of this shagg'd _Cavalier_, Hee rav'd, he tore his Perriwigg, and swore. Against the Round heads that hee'd ne're fight more." It goes on with a fabulous supernatural pedigree of _Boy_. "'Twas like a _Dog_, yet there was none did know Whether it Devill was, or Dog, or no." And after a long political diatribe it winds up thus-- "To tell you all the pranks this _Dogge_ hath wrought, That lov'd his Master, and him Bullets brought, Would but make laughter, in these times of woe, Or how this Curr came by his fatall blow, Look on the Title Page, and there behold, The Emblem will all this to you unfold. Morrall. The _World's_ the _Witch_, the _Dogge_ is the _Devill_, And _men_ th' Actors, that have wrought this evill."