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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A01217	Iames Franklin, a Kentish man of Maidstone his ovvne arraignment , confession, condemnation, and iudgement of himselfe, whilst hee lay prisoner in the Kings Bench for the poisoning of Sir Thomas Overbury.	Franklin, James, d. 1615.	1615 (1615)	STC 11332.5; ESTC S3213	1,694	1

A Kentishman of Maidstone his ovvne Arraignment Confession Condemnation and Iudgement of Himselfe whilst hee lay Prisoner in the Kings Bench for the Poisoning of Sir Thomas Ouerbury IAMES FRANKLIN I Am Arraign'd at the black dreadfull Barre Where Sinnes so red as Scarlet Iudges are All my Inditements are my horrid Crimes Whose Story will affright succeeding Times As now they driue the present into wonder Making Men tremble as trees struck with Thunder If any askes what Euidence comes in O'tis my Conscience which hath euer bin A thousand witnesses and now it tells A Tale to cast me to ten thousand Hells The Iury are my Thoughts vpright in this They sentence me to death for doing amisse Examinations more there need not then Than what 's confest heere both to God and Men. The Crier of the Court is my black Shame Which when it cals my Iury doth proclaime Vnles as they are summon'd they appeare To giue true Verdict of the Prisoner They shall haue heauy Fines vppon them set Such as may make them dye deep in Heauens debt ● About mee round sit Innocence and Truth As Clerkes to this high Court and little Ruth From Peoples eies is cast vpon my face Because my facts are barbarous damn'd and base The Serieants that about mee thick are plac't To guard me to my death when I am cast Are the black stings my speckled soule now feeles Which like to Furies dog me close at heeles The Hangman that attends me is Despaire And gnawing wormes my fellow-Prisoners are His first Inditement for Murder THe first who at this Sessions loud doth call me Is Murder whose grim visage doth appall me His eyes are fires his voyce rough windes out rores And on my head the Diuine Vengeance scores So fast and fearfully I sinke to grownd And wish I were in twenty Oceans drownd He sayes I haue a bloudy villaine bin And to proue this ripe Euidence steps in Brow'd like my selfe Iustice so brings about That black sinnes still hunt one another out 'T is like a rotten frame ready to fall For one maine Post being shaken puls downe all To this Indictment holding vp my hand Fettered with Terrors more then Irons I stand And being ask'd what to the bill I say Guilty I cry O dreadfull Sessions-day His second Indictment for poysoning ANother forthwith bids me come to'th Barre Poyson that Hel-borne cunning Sorcerer That windes himselfe into a thousand formes And when the day is brightest flings downe stormes This hath an Angels face a Mermaids tongue And notes of much destruction it hath sung This is the Coward Sinne which like a Pill When 't is most gulded is most sure to kill Whether this Hel-hownd strike at Morne or Night So trecherous close and speedy is his fight That Armors all-of-proofe nor Towers of Stone Can barre his bloody Execution This Snake with the smooth skin hiss'd out my name Mongst others more and venom'd me with shame That rancles to the soule It sayes that I For a poore golden handfull did defie Heauen and Saluation when I gaue consent To teare the bowels of an Innocent With lingring poysons of themselues too strong But that their working God put off so long That darker deeds by this the light may try Which now perhaps in worser bosomes lye To this Inditement holding vp my hand Fettered with Terrors more then Irons I stand And being askd what to the Bill I say Guilty I cry O dreadfull Sessions-Day His third for raising of Spirits c. IN rushes then a heape of Accusations For all those Godlesse damn'd Abhominations Rais'd by the black Art and a Coniurers spelles As to call Spirits euen from the deepest Hells To fetch back theeues that with stoln goods are gone And calculate natiuities such a one Credulity of fooles and women made me And to that glorious infamy betraide me A Cunning man a Wise man were my stile When I both plaid the Foole and Knaue the while Art knew I none nor did I euer reach A bough of learnings tree what I did teach To others or did practise it was all Cheating false apish diabollicall To this being likewise ask'd what I can say I guilty cry O dreadfull Sessions day This Diuells coate to my body made I fit Braue was the out side thrid-bare was the wit His Iudgment FOr these thick Stygian streams in which th' ast swō Thy guilt hath on the laid this bitter doome Thy loath'd life on a tree of shame must take A leaue compeld by Law er'e old age make Her signed pass-port ready Thy offence No longer can for daies on earth dispense Time blot thy name out of this bloody roule And so the Lord haue mercy on thy soule Hee was executed the 9. of December 1615. Imprinted at London for J. T.