Here I hear how two men last night, justling for the wall about the New Exchange, did kill one another, each thrusting the other through; one of them of the King’s Chappell, one Cave, and the other a retayner of my Lord Generall Middleton’s.
There was an advantage to be next to the wall, out of the shit in the road and a little less exposed to chamber pots from the upper levels.
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