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A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… mr. John Axtell, at the signe of the Perewig in Green's-lane in the Strand, London. To the Venetian agent. Antwerp, …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… Weekes, a little old man, grey haired, he lies about Sheer-lane, and is gone over with the said Robert Swan. Here is one …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… lately had a falling out with the chancellor. Sir George Lane, an Irishman, lately made a knight by Charles Stuart, is …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… Mr. Thomas Johnson, at the signe of the Leg, in Crooked-lane, London. Commissioner Pells to the states general. …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… to give him a visit. I found him in his chamber in Milford-lane; I cannot tell the day: and after some discourses, Sir … or the second? Smith. The first at your lodging in Milford-lane. Bennett. Were you twice at my lodging? Smith. Twice. …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… ship called the Black Eagle, with the lading of barley and sheep-skins, coming from Leith in Scotland, taken near the …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… informant to Sir Humsry Bennet, at his lodging in Milford-lane, and had there some private discourse; and the said Sir … saith, that being one time drinking in a house in Carter-lane, without Blackfriers-gate, the said Baxter shewed him …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… and now lying at the Lock and Sheers in Church-lane, near Dunstan's church, butcher, taken the 15 th of May, … and appointed this informant to come to the Bell in Carter-lane, at nine of the clock this night, where he should have …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… Stacy came to the deponent at the King's-head in Swithin's lane, and told him, he had met with a soldier at the Tower, …
A collection of the State Papers of John Thurloe
… people of these three poor nations! What have these sheep done, that their blood should be the price of our lust …