bated Norfolk three
pounds, which we spent every penny at one dinner, without inviting the
wretched Serjeant: but in the latter end of the year, when the King's
Judges were arraigned at the Old-Bailey, Norfolk warned me to attend,
believing I could give information concerning Hugh Peters. At the
sessions I attended during its continuance, but was never called or
examined. There I heard Harrison, Scott, Clement, Peters, Hacker,
Scroop, and others of the King's Judges, and Cook the Sollicitor, who
excellently defended himself; I say, I did hear what they could say for
themselves, and after heard the sentence of condemnation pronounced
against them by the incomparably modest and learned Judge Bridgman, now
Lord Keeper of the Great Seal of England.

One would think my troubles for that year had been ended; but in January
1662, one Everard, a Justice of Peace in Westminster, ere I was
stirring, sent a Serjeant and thirty four musqueteers for me to
White-Hall: he had twice that night seized about sixty persons, supposed
fanaticks, very despicable persons, many whereof were aged, some were
water-bearers, and had been Parliament-soldiers; others, of ordinary
callings: all these were guarded unto White-Hall, into a large room,
until day-light, and then committed to the Gate-House; I was had into
the guard-room, which I thought to be hell; some therein were sleeping,
others swearing, others smoaking tobacco. In the chimney of the room I
believe there was two bushels of broken tobacco-pipes, almost half one
load of ashes. Everard, about nine in the morning, comes, writes my
mittimus for the Gate-House, then shews it me: I must be contented. I
desired no other courtesy, but that I might be privately carried unto
the Gate-House by two soldiers; that was denied. Among the miserable
crew of people, with a whole company of soldiers, I marched to prison,
and there for three hours was in the open air upon the ground, where the
common house of office came down. After three hours, I was advanced from
this stinking place up the stairs, where there was on one side a company
of rude swearing persons; on the other side many Quakers, who lovingly
entertained me. As soon as I was fixed, I wrote to my old friend Sir
Edward Walker, Garter King at Arms, who presently went to Mr. Secretary
Nicholas, and acquainted him with my condition. He ordered Sir Edward to
write to Everard to release me, unless he had any particular information
against me, whic