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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00984	The lamentation of Edward Bruton, and James Riley, who for the bloody murder committed on the bodies of Henry Howell, and his wife, vpon Queenes Downe, were executed and hanged in chaines, neere the same place on the 18. day of March. 1633. To the tune of, Fortune my foe.	Bruton, Edward, d. 1633.; Riley, James, d. 1633.	1633 (1633)	ESTC R215923; STC 3945.7; ESTC R215923; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[1x]; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[486/487]	2,337	2

The lamentation of Edward Bruton and James Riley who for the bloody murder committed on the bodies of Henry Howell and his wife vpon Queenes Downe were executed and hanged in chaines neere the same place on the 18. day of March 1633. To the tune of Fortune my Foe KInd Countreymen and our acquaintance all Example take by this our sodaine fa●l Dip not your bands in blood that 's innocent For which offence we both too sate repent The crying sinnes of murther pierceth heauen And great repentance craues to be forgiuen One bloody déed deserues ten thousand deaths But we bereaued diuers of their breaths The harmelesse man that did no hurt intend Most b●tcher-like we brought unto his end And that good woman his most louing wi●s Inhumanely bereaned we of life She great with child oh how it grieues our hearts That we should act such bloody tragicke parts The harmelesse in●ant that was in her wombe We likewise slew whose mother was its tombe Their other children sitting by the fire We likewise hurt who mercy did require But we no mercy had nor grace at all When as these ●a●es for life did cry and call And for the same no mercy here we find Deserved death are for our s●●●es assign'd Death is our doome we here our ●●ues must pay Our glasse is out this is our dying day A Samelesse end for our most shamefull sinne We must receiue that we haue liued in Here on this tree we must resigne our breath Yet ●ha●s not all though here we dis this death Our bodies must no but ●all place possesse This is our doome for our vild wickednesse Twixt Earth Hea●● we here most hang in chains As lung as 〈◊〉 flesh or bones remaines Fowles of the aire our eyes they forth will p●ll Féed on our flesh and ●eck vpon our s●ull We shall be pointing stocks to euery one That passeth by though we are dead and gone Earth scornes to hide our bodies from the light But in the ayre must tottering hang in sight And here in ●ent we ne're shall bee forgot Although our i●in●s by piecemeale dropping 〈◊〉 Vnto each other Trauellers will say Sée you those Murtherets as they passe this way Those are the villat●●es that the blood did sp●●● Of innocents thats hanging on yon hill Thus shall we be discourse for after-times Which we deserue most ●ust●y for our crimes And we shall be recorded for this 〈◊〉 That we so mercilesse and foule did ●ct Great God forgiue our sinnes that are so foule And unto mercy take each sinfull Soule Deale not in Iustice with our sinnes O Lord But grace and pardon to our soules afford Thy mercy Lord is great than our sinne And if thou please in Heauen to let vs in We doe repent vs of our wicked deed The thought of which doth make our souses to bléed But woe to him that was the cause of this Which did iutice vs first to doe amiss● Oh bloody Darbie it wes long of thée We did consent to do this vilianie Though thou art fled yet God will find thee out And will take vengeance on thee there 's no doubt Hee 'l not ●et scape so foule and vile a crime As he hath iustly done on vs this time But we confesse we have deseru'd to dys And to the Lord we now for mercy cry Receiue vs Iesus Christ to t●ee we pray Wh●se precious blood wa●● all our sinnes away Thus haue you heard how these same two did dye Ending their times with shame and infamy And one of them that was on th' other side Connected and a Prote●●ant he dide The Lord no doubt to them did mercy ●end Who were so peni●ent before their and Their soules I hope in Heauen sho●● 〈◊〉 dwell But yet another bloody sale I●e ●ell FINIS Another Bloody murther committed neere VVare in Hartfordshire by some notorious offenders who were executed in the same moneth To the same Tune KInd hearts giue eare to that which I shall ●ell Of a sad story which of late befell In Hartforoshire néere Ware did chance this thin●● Which caus'd salt teares from many eyes to spring Two men were riding in an euening late That had a charge of money and estate And home ward they intended for to goe But destiny doth oftentimes say no. And for these men foure villaines they did watch Which had way● layd thē●ow they them might catch At him which was the formost they did lay But this swift horse did beare him safe away The vext they hit and fell'd him to the ground And ●is●●ng him they ●a●e him many a wound So leauing him as they did thinke for dead Hauing his gold away they streightway fl●● Yet one of them did backward cast his eye And did perceiue him stir as he did lye Saying I le backe and giue him his deaths bla● For euery one of vs he well doth know And with his staffe his braynes be out did be●fe Then straight this villains to them did retreats But marke how God did bring this thing so light For blood and murther he will soone requ●●e One of these theeues a péete of Gold would chang● With one that 〈◊〉 to him that did thi●ke it stran● He should haue gold yet not the vale● knew Into suspition straite his mind it drein And hearing of the murther done of late Would vnderstand how he came by this state And t●reatning him he ●he●●oufest 〈◊〉 way Both him and th●m which that same man did 〈◊〉 They were conui●ted 〈◊〉 by Law were tride And for the same all foure ●● the act ●●y di●e And ●e that last ●●●●t●●●e did suffer 〈◊〉 Iust in the place ●e spirit the true mans brea●h And at the common Execution place The other three did and their 〈◊〉 A iust reward for murtherers ●s their 〈◊〉 That beare so base and 〈◊〉 a bloody mind For he that sits aboue the heauenly skye V●ewes all below with his all seeing e●e And will take vengeance when he sees his will On all that glories harmelesse blood to spill Great God preserue vs from all sodaine death Prepare our soules before we lose our breath Make vs all ready for the any to c●●e When thou shalt giue to euery one 〈…〉 FINIS London Printed for H. G.