A TRUE RELATION Of the present Estate of Cornwall.  
With the true proceed of Captain PYM; Who is with his Forces at Plymouth, hindering the passage of the Lord Mohone, which with seventeen Thousand Cavaliers, endeavoureth to join his Forces with his Majesty.  
Whereunto is annexed several remarkable passages concerning the Cavaliers behaviour, since their abode in Oxfordshire.  
LONDON, Printed by T. F. for R.G. Decemb. 10▪ 1642.   

A true relation of the proceed of the Cavaliers in several parts of this Kingdom.  
THe malicious malignant party, the Cavaliers of Cornwall, that daily march under the command of the Lord Mohone, doth hourly do mischief in those parts, without remorse or pity, that you would scarce imagine or believe, they will not suffer them to plough their Grounds to sow their Grain, but with their Horses they destroy it, they go to their Barns and lodge their Horses there and pluck down their Stacks of Corn to feed their Beasts, and throw it about to make Fodder of, and when they leave the place, they set them all on fire, swearing no Corn shall grow until the War be done, nay the very Churches they make Stables of, is not this barbarous and inhuman.  
On the twenty-eygth of November, at Foy in Cornwall, certain Cavaliers coming thither to be billeted, the Town did kindly entertain them on this condition, to pay for what they had, the Captains and Commanders took their oaths, no souldiet that marched under their command, should be so base but pay for what he had, and so they did, there remaining three days.  
The fourth, they gave the Town notice of their departure and their Drums about for to give notice that if any were unpayde of any Soldier let them repayte to their Captains, and they should be satisfied, none came all was discharged, and for their welcome each place where they had laid, did feast them gratis with great thanks, the word being given among them, they fell to plundering breaking open Trunks, chests and boxes, took all their plate and money they could find, and told them they did but borrow it, when the war was done, they would pay it back again, and thus and in this manner, do these wretched caitiffs these Cavaliers enrich themselves by making others poor.  
At Lawson getting in with the like wild they likewise plundered that, all but of their own religion that are yet secure, they have stuffed the Papists houses with the Protestants goods, and like the Devil they cry all is there own, swearing and daming, blaspheming and cursing that they will up to the King in spite of opposition and for the City of London they intent, there for to keep their Chrstmas, and make the Citizens wait upon their trenchers, but for the Roundheads, as they so term them, they will send them pell mell to their father the devil, thee swear they will build in every street a cross, to cross those that survive; therefore I hope the City will provide to give them entertainment let them have bullets but their bellies full, and they will be quiet Questionless, thus hoping of your safety, and your welfares, with my prayers to God for your peace, and the Cavaliers destruction, I rest yours till death,  
jeremiah Trivery.   

A true Copy of a Letter sent from a worthy Gentleman, inhabiting at Banbury, to a Merchant inhabiting in the City of LONDON.  
Worthy Sir,  
I Much joy of your health and welfare, you writ to me for news from the Cavaliers, how and in what manner they have behaved themselves, since the King came last down, as for Battle you know as well as we they have had none. but here they lie in Oxford, Abbington, Woodstock, and other places, Rioting, Drinking, swearing, and Revelling, exceeding full of Money, paying still as they call, but we fear at their departure they will have it bacl, again with triple interest, here they wait (as they do give out) for the Lord Mohone, who of a certain is seventeen thousand strong, but we hear that Captain Pym, Master Pims son is now with his Forces at Plymouth, and stops their passage over the River, that they are enforced as yet to keep in Cornwall  
But to my Cavaliers, at Woodstock one of these roring-boyes being quartered there, went to a Draper's shop to cheapen Linen, they agreed upon the price, others coming in he sell into discourse with some that knew him, and went away, the servants being busy, with his Cloth unpaid for, the next day coming by the Shop, the servant knew him, and demanded money for the Cloth, which yesterday this Cavalier had bought, but had never paid for it, this ungodly Caitiff having his oaths ready, swore that he had paid the money to him or his Master, his master denied the receipt, as well he might, the Cavalier with terrible oaths, most perjuriously swore that he had paid him; for if he did departed the house when he did buy the Cloth, before he had paid for it, he desired that openly might be shown upon him some vengeance, or that he might suddenly sink or fall down, and never have power to stir, or go out of that place, thinking perhaps as the Atheists do, that, there is no God, or else that God heareth not the prayers of the people, either to reward the just, or to rebuke the wicked, but God is a swift God to revenge, when his mercy is refused, for in the depth of his judgement, he heard his perjury, and struck him so immediately to the ground that staggering too and fro, the strength of his Legs failing him, down he fell in the Shop, and became speechless, being never able to rise without help never able to utter any more blasphemous oaths against the Lord, only a wonderful thing to tell, as if God should plainly show the cause of his procured wrath.  
This perjured Cavalier held out in his left hand money for the Cloth, that the standers by might behold the same, but he fell down in the Devil's name for to stand up again no help could support him, that he might be able again to go, so he was carried to his Lodging, and within an hour or two died.  
AT Oxford a noted Cavalier, a filthy talker of ribaldry, and a Common curser and swearer, and a great blasphemer fell sick, in his short sickness he refused all comfortable Doctrine, he still cried out the Devil, the Devil, confessing indeed Gods all potent power, for he said he felt it but could not pray for Grace, the cause he himself knew, but would not utter it, so kissing his hand often, in which he said he held the Devil, crying only for help only upon the Devil, he most miserably raving ended his most wretched Life.  
AT Abbington a great Cavalier, and an excessive drinker, being at a Tavern, in the height of his jollity and mirth threw the Pots down stairs, swearing, cursing, singing and blaspheming, the Parson of a Village ne'er adjoining, passing the street, this Cavalier looking out of the Window and called to him, dost thou hear Parson of no Church, come up hither, and swore a great oath, that he would drink to him a whole Pulpet-full, so setting the Pottle-pot to his mouth, he poured 〈…〉 his throat so fast, in such a presumptuous manner, that suddenly his Bowels fell out of his body, and there he died most miserably.   
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