I wish our fonds were well oot of them, and in yird and stane, which
is a constansie. But what is to become of the poor donsie woman, no
one can expound. Some think she will be pot in the Toor of London,
and her head chappit off; others think she will raise sic a
stramash, that she will send the whole government into the air, like
peelings of ingons, by a gunpoother plot. But it's my opinion, and
I have weighed the matter well in my understanding, that she will
hav to fight with sword in hand, be she ill, or be she good. How
els can she hop to get the better of more than two hundred lords, as
the Doctor, who has seen them, tells me, with princes of the blood-
royal, and the prelatic bishops, whom, I need not tell you, are the
worst of all.
But the thing I grudge most, is to be so long in Lundon, and no to
see the king. Is it not a hard thing to come to London, and no to
see the king? I am not pleesed with him, I assure you, becose he
does not set himself out to public view, like ony other curiosity,
but stays in his palis, they say, like one of the anshent wooden
images of idolatry, the which is a great peety, he beeing, as I am
told, a beautiful man, and more the gentleman than all the coortiers
of his court.
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