A true and perfect copy of the Lord Roos his answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's Letter written the 25 of February 1659 Rutland, John Manners, Duke of, 1638-1711. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A92151 of text R43913 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing R2400). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2017 A92151 Wing R2400 ESTC R43913 42476320 ocm 42476320 151312 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A92151) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 151312) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 2254:25) A true and perfect copy of the Lord Roos his answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's Letter written the 25 of February 1659 Rutland, John Manners, Duke of, 1638-1711. Butler, Samuel, 1612-1680, supposed author. 1 sheet ([1] p.). s.n., [London : 1660] Broadside. Has been attributed to Samuel Butler. Concerns a challenge sent to Lord Roos by the Marquess of Dorchester, his father-in-law, on account of his ill-treatment of Lady Roos. cf. Thomason, v. 11, p. 295. Imperfect: creased and stained, with slight loss of print. Reproduction of original in: William Andrews Clark Memorial Library, University of California, Los Angeles. eng Dorchester, Henry Pierrepont, -- Marquis of, 1606-1680. -- Lord Marquesse of Dorchesters Letter to Lord Roos. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 17th century. A92151 R43913 (Wing R2400). civilwar no A true and perfect copy of the Lord Roos his answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's Letter written the 25 of February 1659 Rutland, John Manners, Duke of 1660 1074 3 0 0 0 0 0 28 C The rate of 28 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-07 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion A true and perfect Copy of the LORD ROOS His Answer to the Marquesse of Dorchester's LETTER written the 25 of February 1659. SIR , SUre you were among your Gallypots and Glisterpipes , when you gave your Choller so violent a Purge , to the fouling of so much innocent paper , and your own reputation ( if you had any , which the wise very much doubt ) you had better bin drunk & set in Stocks for it , when you sent the Post with a whole pacquet of Chartells to me ; in which you have discovered so much vapouring nonsence and rayling , that it is wholsomer for your credit , to have it thought the effect of drink , then your own naturall talent in perfect minde & memory : for if you understand any thing in your own Trade , you could not but know that the Hectick of your own brain is more desperate then the Tertian fits of mine , which are easily cured with a little sleep ; but yours is past the remedy of a Morter and braying . But I wonder with what confidence you can accuse me with the discovery of private passages between us , when you are so open your self , that every man sees through you ; or how could I disclose perfectly any thing in your Epistles to my Father and Mother , which was not before very well known to your Tutors and Schoolmasters , whose instructions you used in compiling those voluminous works . Let any man judge , whether I am so likely to divulge secrets as you , who cannot forbear Printing and publishing : Your Labours are now cry'd in the streets of London , with Ballads on the Rump , and Hewsons Lamentations ; and the Lord of Dorchester's name makes a greater noyse in a close Alley then Kitchingstuffe , or work for a Tinker : and all this by your own industry , who are not ashamed at the same instant to pretend to secrecy , with no lesse absurdity then you commit , when accusing me for using foul Language , you doe out doe Billinsgate your self . But now you begin to vapour , and to tell us you have 〈…〉 before : so I have heard you have , with your Wife , and Poet , but if you came of● with no more honour then when you were beaten by my Lord Grandison , you had better have kept that to your felf , if it were possible for you to conceale any thing : but I cannot but laugh at the untoward course you take to render your self formidable , by bragging of your Fights , when you are terrible onely in your medicines : if you had told us how many you had killed that way , and how many you have cut in pieces , besides Calves and Dogs , a right valiant man that has any wit , would tremble to come near you : and if by your threatning to ramme your Sword down my throat , you doe not mean your Pills , which are a more dangerous weapon , the worst is past , and I am safe enough : for as for your Feats of Armes , there is no half quarter of a man that is so wretched , but would venture to give you battayl , but you are most unsufferable in your unconscionable ingrossing of all Trades : Is it not enough that you are already as many things as any of your own receipts , that you are a Doctor of the Civill Law , and a Barister at the Common , a Bencher of Gray's-Inne , a professour of Phisick and a Fellow of the Colledge ; a Mathematician , Caldean , a Schoolman and a piece of a Grammarian , ( as your last work can shew were it construed ) a Philosopher , Poet , Translator , Antisocordist , Solliciter , Broker and Usurer ; besides a Marquesse , Earl , Vicount and Baron ; but you must , like Dr. Suttle , professe quarrelling too , and publish your self an Hector ; of which calling there are so many already , that they can hardly live on by another . Sir , truly there is no conscience in it , considering you have not onely , a more sure and safe way of killing men already then they have , but a plentiful Estate besides : So many Trades , & yet have so little conscience to eat the bread out of their mouths ; they have great reason to lay it to heart , & I hope some of them will demand reparation of you and make you give them compounding dinners too , as well as you have done to the rest of your Fraternities ; and now be your own Iudge , whether any one man can be bound in honour to Fight with such an Hydra as you are ; a Monster of many heads , like the multitude , or the Devil that call'd himself Legion ; such an encounter would be no Duell but War , which I never heard that any one man ever made alone ; and I must levy Forces ere I can meet you , for if every one of your capacities had but a Second , you would amount to a Brigade , as your Letter does to a Declaration ; in which I cannot omi● that in one respect you have dealt very ingeniously , and that is , in publishing to the world , that all your Heroicall resolutions are built upon your own opinion of my want of courage : this argues you well studied in the dimensions of quarrelling ; among which , one of the chiefest shews how to take measure of another mans valour , by comparing it with your own , to make your approaches accordingly : but as the least mistake betrayes you to an infallible beating , so you had far'd , and perhaps had had the Honour which you seem to desire , of falling by my Sword , if I had not thought you a thing fitter for any mans contempt then anger . Roos .