three other men in the room, and we all fell to eating bread and
butter, to which he gave us very good ale and sack. And as I was
sitting there, there was one that looked like a country fellow
sat just by me, who, talking, gave so particular an account of
the battle of Worcester to the rest of the company that I
concluded he must be one of Cromwell's soldiers. But I, asking
how he came to give so good an account of that battle, he told me
he was in the King's regiment, by which I thought he meant one
Colonel King's regiment. But questioning him further, I
perceived he had been in my regiment of Guards, in Major
Broughton's company--that was my Major in the battle. I asked
him what kind of man I was; to which he answered by describing
exactly both my clothes and my horse, and then, looking upon me,
he told me that the king was at least three fingers taller than
I. Upon which I made what haste I could out of the buttery, for
fear he should indeed know me, as being more afraid when I knew
he was one of our own soldiers than when I took him for one of
the enemy's. So Pope and I went into the hall, and just as we
came into it Mistress Norton was coming by through it; upon which
I, plucking off my hat and standing with it in my hand as she
passed by, Pope looked very earnestly in my face. But I took no
notice of it, but put on my hat again and went away, walking out
of the house into the field."

When he returned, however, the butler followed him into a private
room, and going down on his stiff knees, said, with tears in his
old eyes, he was rejoiced to see his majesty in safety. The king
affected to laugh at him, and asked him what he meant; but Pope
told him he knew him well, for before he was a trooper in his
father's service he had been falconer to Sir Thomas Jermyn, groom