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Hell's broke loose
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Rowlands, Samuel, 1570?-1630?
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to all of Rebell race Their Confederates in great multitudes hauing perished with the Sword and famine may togeather with all Traytors witnesse to the world throughout all ensuing ages how GOD with vengeance rewardes all such State-disturbers and factious Rebels THE GHOST OF IACKE STRAW Prologue I That did act on Smythfeildes bloodie Stage In second Richards young and tender age And there receiu'd from Walworths fatall hand The stabb of Death which life did countermand Am made a Prulogue to the Tragedie Of LEYDEN a Dutch Taylors villanie Not that I ere consorted with that slaue My rascall rout in Hollenshed you haue But that in name and nature wee agree An English Traytor I Dutch Rebell hee In my Consort I had the Priest Iohn Ball Mynter the Clarke vnto his share did fall Hee to haue all things common did intend And my Rebellion was to such an end Euen in a word wee both were like apoynted To take the Sword away from Gods Anoynted And for examples to the worlds last day Our Traytours names shall neuer weare away The fearefull Path's that hee and I haue trod Haue bin accursed in the sight of God Heere in this Register who ere doth looke Which may be rightly call'd The bloody Booke Shall see how base and rude those Villains bee That do attempt like LEYDEN plot like mee And how the Diu'll in whose name they begon Payes them Hells wages when their worke is don Treason is bloodie blood thereon attends Traytors are bloodie and haue bloodie ends FINIS THE ARGVMENT FRom darke Damnations vault where Horrours dwell Infernall Furies forth the lake of Hell Ariu'd on earth and with their damned euils Fill'd the whole world full of Incarnat Deuils For all the sinnes that Hells vast gulfe containes In euery age and euery kingdome raignes Murder and Treason False disloyall plots Sedition Heresie and roguish knots Of trayt'rous Rebels Some of highest place And some of meanest sort most rascall bace Of which degree behold a cursed crue Such as Hells-mouth into the World did spue IOHN LEYDEN but a Taylor by his trade Of Munster towne a King would needes be made A Parrish Clarke a Ioyner and a Smyth His Nobles were whom hee tooke counsell with To these adioyned thousands Boores and Clownes Out of the Villages and Germane Townes Whereof great losse of blood greeuous ensew'd Before that Campe of Hell could be subdew'd S. R. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF IOHN LEYDEN WHen nights blacke mantle ouer th' earth was laide And Cinthias face all curtaine-drawne with clouds When visions do appeare in darksome shade And nights sweet rest dayes care in quiet shrowds About the hower of twelue in dead of night A mangled Corse appeared to my sight Skin torne Flesh wounded vgly to behold A totterd Body peece-meale pull'd in sunder Harken quoth hee to that which shall be told And looke not thus amaz'd with feare and wonder Though I am all be stabbed flash'd and torne I am not Caesar him an's ghost I scorne Icke bin Hans Leyden vnderstandst thou Dutch IOHN LEYDEN King of Munster I am hee That haue in Germanie bin feard as much As any Caesar in the world could bee From the first houre that I armes did take I made the Germaine Gallants feare and quake By facultie at first I was a Taylour But all my minde was Kingly eue'ry thought For e'en with Cerberus Hels dogged Iaylour A combat hand to hand I durst haue fought Then with my trade what 's hee that hath to do ot Old Father Adam was a Taylour too Hee made him Fig leaue Breeches at his fall And of that stuffe his Wife a Kirtle wore Then let both Needle Threed my Sheares and all Keepe with the trade a Noble minde I bore And let this Title witnes my renowne IOHN LEYDEN Taylour King of Munster towne My Councellers were these a valiant Smyth As tall a man as euer strooke a heate Call'd Knipperdulling wondrous full of pith Crafting the Ioyner one of courage great Tom Mynter a madd Rogue our Parrish Clarke Whose doctrine wee with diligence did marke Hee taught on topp of Mole-hill Bush and Tree The Traytors text in England Parson Ball Affirming wee ought Kings apeece to bee And euery thing be common vnto all For when old Adam delu'd and Euah span Where was my silken veluet Gentleman Wee Adams Sonnes Hee Monarch of the Earth How can wee chuse but be of Royall blood Beeing all descended from so high a birth Why should not wee share wealth and worldly good Tush Maisters quoth Tom Mynter reason binds it Hee that lacks Mony take it where he finds it Why is not euery thing Gods guift we haue Doe Beastes and Cattell buy the Grasse they eate Shall that be sould which Nature freely gaue Why should a Man pay Mony for his Meate Or buy his Drinke that parboyld Beere and Ale The Fyshes broth which Brewers do retayle Pray who is Landlord to the Lyons den Or who payes House-rent for the Foxes hole Shall Beastes enioy more priuiledge then Men May they feed dayly vpon that is stole Eating and drinking freely Natur 's store Yet pay for nought they take nor goe on score Do not the Fowles share fellow like together And freely take their foode eu'en where they please A whole yeeres dyet costes them not a Fether And likewise all the Fyshes in the Seas Do they not franckly feed on that they get And for their victu'als are in no mans debt And shall Man being Lord of all the rest Vnto whose seruice these were all ordayned Of meate nor drinke nor clothing be possest Vnlesse the same by Mony be obtayned Pay House-rent buy his foode and all his clothing When other Creatures haue good cheare for nothing Wee 'le none of that quoth I to my consorts No quoth Tom Mynter frends it ought not bee Come Libertie and Wealth and Princely sports Why Kings are made of Clay and so are wee Wee 'le ayme our thoughts on high at Honors marke All rowly powly Taylor Smyth and Clarke Wee are the men will make our Valours knowne To teach this doting world new reformation New Lawes and new Religion of our owne To bring our selues in wondrous admiration Let 's turne the world cleane vpside downe mad slaues So to be talk'd of when w' are in our Graues Braue Knipperdulling set thy Forge on fire It shall be done this present night quoth hee Tom Mynter leaue Amen vnto the Quier Quoth Tom I scorne hencefoorth a Clarke to bee Cornellis hang thy woodden Ioyners trade For Noble-men apeece you shall be made And fellow mates Nobles and Gallants all To Maiestie you must your mindes dispose My Lord Hans Hogg forsake your Butchers stall Hendrick the Botcher cease from heeling Hose Classâ— Chaundler let your Weick and Tallow lye And Peeter Cobler cast your old Shooes by For you my valiant Lords are men of witt And farre too good for base and seruile trades Your Martiall power may be compared fitt Vnto