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OR OXFORD MANCHESTERD BY Michael Oldsworth and his Lord, who swore He was Chancellor of Oxford, and proved it in a Speech made to the new VISITOURS in their New Convocation, April 11. 1648.  
As here it follows word for word and oath for oath.  
Printed at MONGOMERY. 1648.   

The SPEECH itself.  
Mr. VISITORS,  
I Am glad to see this day, I hope it will never end, for I am your Chancellor: Some say I am not your Chancellor, but Damn me they lie, for my Brother was so before me, and none but Rascals would rob me of my Birthright: They think marquis of Hertford is Cancellor of Oxford, because (forsooth) the University chose him; 's Death I sit here by Ordinance of Parliament, and judge ye Gentlemen, wherher He or I look liker a Chancellor: I'll prove He is a Party, for he himself is a Scholar, he has Greek and Latin; but all the world knows I can scarce write or read, ' damn me this writing and reading hath caused all this Blood.  
Some say, I love not the University, but I say they lie; I love her, I count her my Mother, for I had four Sons there. You know what a coil I had  I could get hither, Sleden did so vex us with his Law and his Reasons we could get nothing pass; you saw I was fain to swear him down, and Mr. Rous, Gurdon, Mildmay, Wentworth, Prideaux, Scot, and other friends voted bravely, else Seldon had carried it. 's Death, that fellow is but Burgess for Oxford, and I am Chancellor, and yet he would have the Parliament hear his law and reasons against their own Chancellor. I thank God, and I thank you; I thank God I am come at last, and I thank you for giving me a gilded Bible; you could not give me a better book (' Damn me I think) I love the Bible though I seldom use it; I say I love it, and a Man's ●ffection is the best Member about him; I can love it, though I cannot read it, as you Dr. Wilkinson love preaching though you never preach; what? cannot a man be Doctor of Divinity but he must preach? I hope you'll confess I have gotten you good Places, if I had not stuck to you how could you have thrown out Bayly, Seldon, Foll, Potter, Oliver, Ha●mond, Morley, and the rest? and then to what end had you been Visitours if ye got not their places? you know Hammond is my own God son, and they say he is a Scholar? 's Death I love You, what care I for deep Scholars? Mr. Cheynell (I thank you) you have been kind to me, you have broke your brains again for me, and I have given you another Head, for I have made you Head of St. john's, and for you sake have thrust out Bayly, his wife, and nine pretty children. Master Reynolds I feared you would have left us, for your pretended to take no man's place from him, but I thank God you are of another mind; for you have both a Man's place and a Woman's place, you have all that belonged to Fell and his Wife and all his Children. Mr. Wilkinson you love me, and I am glad of it, for they say you hate your enemies to the Bottomless pit, I have given you my own Chaplains Prebend, and Damn me while he served Me he was an excellent Scholar. Mr. Corbe● I love you too, I have made you Orator of the University, 'twas my Godson Hammond's place, I hope none will blame me for displacing my own Godson, you are now my Godson, for you are Orator; I hope you'll speak for me, I cannot speak for myself; you have a Tongue now though you want Eyes, what cannot a man be a visitor without eyes? Mr. Langley I love you also, I have made you Dr. of Divinity, Malignants say its impossible to make you Doctor, but hang'em they lie, for you were Created Doctor, and nothing can Create but God and a Chancellor; Nay I have made you Head of Pembroke College, I cannot make you Governor, for a Rogue (they call him Poyer) is Governor of Pembroke, and Damn me I think the King will make Poyer to be Earl of Pembroke. Mr Harris you are an old man, I have made you Head of Trinity College, I love an old Head, Dr. Kettle was an old Head before, but he loved us not, I love an old Head new made. Sir Nathaniel Brent I know you love me, for you are judge of the Prerogative Court, the Parliament gave it you, you are a good man, and that's a good place, they say you have no Civil Law, what's that tooth purpose: you have an Ordinance of Parliament, a man may be a Civilian by an Ordinance of Parliament, else why the Devil have we sat seven yeats? My Father said, that a Parliament could do any thing but make a Man a Woman, and a Woman a Man. Mr. Rogers you look as if you loved me, and I have made you Doctor, they call you Aaron, I hate'em for it, for I hate Aaron, he was a Priest, and I would have all Priests and jesuits hanged. Mr. Cornish I love you though your wife plays tricks with you, they say she god's abroad because you are a sicky wea●se man, but I have given you Dr. Walls place, for the weakest goes to the wall (you must give me leave to clinch, for those that have no wit must be content with clinches.) Mr. Palmer I have made you head of All-Soules, and have turned out Sheldon, I hope you love me, for you are a Physician, and never any Physician was Head of All-Soules, they say their Statutes do keep you out, hang their Statutes, I'll keep you in, you are a Member of the House of Commons, and a Member of Parliament may be Head of any House, what? must the Parliament be tied to Oaths and Statutes? I have for your sake clapped Sheldon in Prison, was it not high time? Damn me he hath more brains then all we together, you saw to day what tricks he put upon me: I could not speak to him but he made it Nonsense, so as I was forced to cry him mercy four several times; But I have Sheldoned him by the he's, and he Deserves it, 's Death, is he not Clerk of the Closet, I love no Clerks of the Closet, I am not one myself, Damn me if I be: There's a young rogue one Palmer (I hope Mr. Palmer he is not your Namesake) this little knave looked at me as if he cared not two pence for me; But I have Sheldoned him too, and I'll justifié it, for he is at least twelve years old, and the Parliament hath imprisoned one not nine years old, I mean Inchiquin's Son, a Plague upon him, for now jachiquin is turned Imbiking. Gentlemen, love one another, for there's twenty thousand do hate you, they say you are all either Dunces, Knaves, or Madmen, 's Death they'll say so of me if they durst. But do you serve GOD and love your CHANCELLOR, you have all the good Places the University can yield; you desired us to make you Visitours, and you have made yourselves Heads of Colleges. I love you all, Damn me do, I command you (Register) to wri●e it down that I love them all, your name is French, and my ●ame may be French, for I cannot spell English. God bless you all, and God bless me, and do as I do, for I fear God and obey the Parliament; I will live and die with you, and God confound me if I leave the Town these two days.  
Copia vera MICHAEL OLDSWORTH.  
FINIS.