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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A95148	A true relation of a great robbery committed neere Andiver in Hampshire, upon John Lloyd, and David Gwyn, the one of Northwales, the other of Southwales, comming up to London. And how the Brittaines bravely encountered with twelve thieves; killed six in the place, and wounded the rest: yet at last were mastered, and robbed by the said theives. VVith divers strange passages and events concerning the same; which (being truly worth observation) were thought fit to put to publike view for satisfaction of all their countrey-men, friends, and acquaintance; and all others that desire to be truly informed touching the same.		1649 (1649)	Wing T2882; Thomason E537_33; ESTC R205987	4,501	12

A true RELATION OF A great Robbery committed neere Andiver in Hampshire UPON JOHN LLOYD AND DAVID GWYN The one of Northwales the other of Southwales comming up to LONDON And how the Brittaines bravely encountered with twelve Thieves killed six in the place and wounded the rest yet at last were Mastered and robbed by the said Thieves VVith divers strange Passages and events concerning the same which being truly worth observation were thought fit to put to publike view for satisfaction of all their Countrey-men friends and acquaintance and all others that desire to be truly informed touching the same Cantabit vacuus coram latrone viator LONDON Printed for G. F. neere York-house 1648. To the Courteous Reader Courteous Reader A Thing may happen in a moment which perhaps will not fall out againe in seven yeeres Though I must confesse I am a stranger to the persons who are the subjects of the ensuing lines and to their Countrey yet at the importunate sollicitation and information of many of my friends and Comrades of those parts I undertooke to publish what my weake Muse could performe herein being ravished with the thought of the conceited subject which merited a better vaine then mine to give it a true varnish Whatever you finde dropt from my rude Language excuse the weaknesse of my fancy being more to please others that would have it so then my owne Genius and perhaps may adde a smile to thy countenance I say no more but Quod spero placeo si placeo tuum est And so am gone Democritus junior In praise of my deare Friend the Author hereof My Friend THy Worke I have perus'd in which I finde Matter most admirable to my minde It is as Musicall as Davids Lyre Thy Muse I doe adore thy Muse admire The Times restore thee thanks for why Here 's matter to digest a Christmas Pie Sufficient and able to reimburse What Jack or Taffie suffer'd by their Purse I. Ho. A True Relation of the Robbing of two gallant WELCH-MEN THe remnant of the Brittish worth of old Is by their Bards to future ages told And that their Valour did out-blaze their same None else but they deserv'd the Martiall Name Ev'n to this present time left as a Story To sing their worth their praise and glory Muses stood mute-wise in admiration At the deportment of that Nation Admire we must nor can we doe no more The like was never heard since or before OWEN great TEWDYR Prince of the Northern Pole Vertue and Valour left he for his Dole Prince BRYCHAN swayd the Southern parts Rare in his worth and skilfull in all Arts These Gallant Prowesse Princes of that soyle Endlesse hatred alwaies got the broyle Betwixt them and the strife and jarre While liv'd begot a constant warre The sequel leads my Muse to speak the praise Of other two brave Gallants I want but Bayes To crown their Worth and Vertue store An Embleme visible for evermore They both descended from the Royall Blood Of those Heroick Princes that then stood So long so gallant and so stout Admird they were in all the World about Red * Iack the one by name of Tewdyrs race Feirce in his wrath and fearfull in his face He dar'd and durst with any one encounter For him to run away it were a wonder Th' others descent from Brichan far Nobler Blood Then any of the Tewdyrs or the Flood His Name as big as ' looks are grym Monstrum horrendum * DAVID GWYN Upon a gloomy day not long since past Marching for London without his Breakfast Mounted above reason with Pistols Sword and all But in their way they had a rotten fall Resolv'd they were for London there to try Their skil and Art with gallant Chivalry The Gwyn to Court brave Ladies to his minde A lasse poore Taffie left his Purse behinde The blustring Flood wel trayn'd in Cupids Schoole Thought to make Taffie prove an arrant foole Gave precepts to the youth for to imbrace The Ladies favours and obtaine their grace By learning first to cringe and next to swive So soon as they at London should arive But in the Rode these two Bilbonians met Twelve gallant Sparks who bravely them beset Tewdyr looks back and spies their glittering Swords The Blades carvetting with big Oathes and words Neere Andiver in Hampshire prov'd the day Dismal to none but to Iohn Flood and I Quoth Noble Taffie resolv'd I am to die If nothing else afford me remedy I look'd me back and spy'd my Blades behind Judge what a terrour then struck in my minde Oh the● said Iack to his young friend Spur up thy horse our lives are neere an end Horse Horse away and let 's us no longer stay For they doe vow and sweare they wil us stay And rob us which is worse then death With this they ranne till they were out of breath Old Iack being better mounted spur'd away Left Taffie and his Goate to goe astray And wanting ayde was then compel'd to cry Helpe Plowmen now I pray or else I die The heartlesse Clowns would not afford their ayde To this poore Brittaine sorely now affrayd And wanting helpe among the Thieves he fell O what a dolfull story it is to tell He groan'd and said Brave hearts O give me breath Delight not in an ancient Brittaines death All that I have is yours so that you be Preservers of my life and liberty Quoth they true Brittaine rouse rouse up thy heart Thinke not wee 'l ayme to act a wicked part 'T is not thy life nor blood wil us content Yeeld up thy purse for that 's our chiefest bent To this reply'd poore Taffie in a faint straine Here is the store which doth with me remaine Content I am to part so you wil spare My life that 's deare and then I doe not care Farewel the Purse with eight odde pounds in money For want of which I le cease to court or coney And after they bereav'd this youth of all They spur'd and cry'd and gave to Iohn a call Iohn with his gallant Polimero steere Scorn'd to turne backe but did them flout and jeere Swore a big Oath that he would never yeeld Resolv'd he was to die within the field So long my horse or selfe can act it out Let me alone I le put the Rogues to rout Forth came his Sword his Pistol charg'd let flie Routed the Rebels wing that Northward lie In this same gallant action being two houres space Encountered with these Cutters face to face At last his horse grew weak his spirit fayle Such gallant soule who would not much bewaile Helpe helpe quoth he to Taffie villaine come Behold my case I am fore're undone Make Hue and cry call for the Plowmens ayde See now the Rogues begin to be dismay'd No helpe for Iohn who there along was left Amongst the Rascall Thieves that him bereaft Not onely of his Cash but sences to Drew down the high looks of