had increas’d his Troops to twelve thousand Men; the Officers, not enough elated with the last Success to adventure upon new Experiments, resolv’d, in a Council of War, to advise the Earl, who had just before receiv’d a discretionary Commission in lieu of Troops, so to post the Forces under him, as not to be cut off from being able to assist the King in Person; or to march to the Defence of Catalonia, in case of Necessity.

Pursuant to this Resolution of the Council of War, the Earl of Peterborow, tho’ still intent upon his Expedition into Valencia (which had been afresh commanded, even while his Supplies were countermanded) orders his Foot, in a truly bad Condition, by tedious Marches Day and Night over the Mountains, to Vinaros; and with his two hundred Horse, set out to prosecute his pretended Design of pursuing the flying Enemy; resolv’d, if possible, notwithstanding all seemingly desperate Circumstances, to perfect the Security of that Capital.

To that Purpose, the Earl, with his small Body of Patrolers, went on frightning the Enemy, till they came under the Walls of Nules, a Town fortify’d with the best Walls, regular Towers, and in the best Repair of any in that Kingdom.  But even here, upon the Appearance of the Earl’s Forlorn (if they might not properly at that time all have pass’d under that Character) under the same Panick they left that sensible Town, with only one Thousand of the Town’s People, well arm’d, for the Defence of it.  Yet was it scarce to be imagin’d, that the Earl, with his small Body of two hundred Horse, should be able to gain Admission; or, indeed, under such Circumstances, to attempt it.  But bold as the Undertaking was, his good Genius went along with him; and so good a Genius was it, that it rarely left him without a good Effect.  He had been told the Day before, that the Enemy, on leaving Nules, had got Possession of Villa Real, where they put all to the Sword.  What would have furnish’d another with Terror, inspir’d his Lordship with a Thought as fortunate as it was successful.  The Earl rides up to the very Gates of the Town, at the Head of his Party, and peremptorily demands the chief Magistrate, or a Priest, immediately to be sent out to him; and that under Penalty of being all put to the Sword, and us’d as the Enemy had us’d those at Villa-Real the Day or two before.  The Troops, that had so lately left the Place, had left behind ’em more Terror than Men; which, together with the peremptory Demand of the Earl, soon produc’d some Priests to wait upon the General.  By their Readiness to obey, the Earl very justly imagin’d Fear to be the Motive; wherefore, to improve their Terror, he only allow’d them six Minutes time to resolve upon a Surrender, telling them, that otherwise, so soon as his Artillery was come up, he would lay them under the utmost Extremities.  The Priests return’d with this melancholy Message into the Place; and in a very short time after the Gates were thrown open.  Upon the Earl’s Entrance he found two hundred Horse, which were the Original of his Lordship’s forming that Body of Horse, which afterwards prov’d the saving of Valencia.