An uprore in the north at Hvll about a moneth since by a company of souldiers against their captaine : with the particular speeches spoke on either side before the said Captaine Edvvard Walbrucke was miserabley wounded and slaine / by H. T.
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             An uprore in the north at Hvll about a moneth since by a company of souldiers against their captaine : with the particular speeches spoke on either side before the said Captaine Edvvard Walbrucke was miserabley wounded and slaine / by H. T.
             H. T.
          
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             1641.
          
           
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           Walbrucke, Edward, d. 1641?
           Great Britain -- History -- Charles I, 1625-1649.
           Hull (England) -- History.
        
      
    
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           AN
           UPRORE
           IN
           THE
           NORTH
           ,
           AT
           HVLL
           ,
           About
           a
           moneth
           since
           by
           a
           company
           of
           souldiers
           against
           their
           Captaine
           .
        
         
           With
           the
           particular
           speeches
           spoke
           on
           either
           side
           before
           the
           said
           Captaine
           EDVVARD
           WALBRUCKE
           was
           miserably
           wounded
           and
           slaine
           .
        
         
           
             Rebellion
             is
             as
             the
             sinne
             of
             Witchcraft
             .
          
        
         
           
             By
          
           H.
           T.
           
        
         
         
           Printed
           
             Anno
             Dom.
          
           1647
           ▪
        
      
    
     
       
       
       
         
           AN
           VPRORE
           IN
           THE
           NORTH
           ,
           AT
           HULL
           ,
           By
           a
           Company
           of
           souldiers
           against
           their
           Captaine
           
             Edw.
             
             VValbrucke
             .
          
        
         
           TO
           desine
           warre
           is
           to
           speake
           of
           a
           bloody
           Theame
           :
           of
           which
           the
           subject
           on
           which
           I
           write
           forces
           me
           unto
           .
        
         
           
             Pax
             ubi
             non
             est
             ibi
             nilhonesti
             ,
          
           saith
           one
           :
           where
           there
           is
           no
           peace
           honesty
           hath
           little
           to
           do
           ,
           as
           may
           appear
           by
           the
           ensuing
           subject
           .
           In
           
             Hull
          
           (
           the
           situation
           of
           which
           place
           I
           beleeve
           few
           are
           ignorant
           of
           ,
           was
           a
           Regiment
           of
           Souldiers
           ,
           who
           haveing
           some
           distaste
           of
           their
           Captain
           ,
           scorning
           to
           be
           controuled
           ;
           told
           him
           ,
           as
           he
           was
           their
           Captaine
           and
           commander
           they
           honoured
           him
           ,
           but
           if
           that
           he
           went
           any
           way
           to
           tyrannize
           over
           them
           ,
           he
           should
           find
           a
           souldiers
           malice
           not
           inferiour
           to
           a
           Captains
           ,
           they
           said
           they
           came
           thither
           to
           fight
           for
           their
           King
           and
           country
           ,
           for
           whose
           sakes
           the
           best
           blood
           in
           their
           bodies
           they
           would
           spend
           ,
           all
           shouting
           forth
           with
           a
           generall
           consent
           
           cursed
           be
           he
           which
           fears
           to
           die
           in
           a
           iust
           cause
           ,
           truth
           we
           love
           ,
           but
           falshood
           contemne
           .
        
         
           One
           better
           minded
           Souldier
           then
           all
           the
           rest
           answered
           most
           wisely
           after
           this
           maner
           :
           Do
           but
           give
           me
           the
           hearing
           and
           you
           shall
           soone
           grant
           how
           rediculous
           this
           uprore
           is
           ;
           wise
           men
           never
           attempt
           impossibilities
           ;
           t
           is
           more
           easie
           and
           lawfull
           for
           any
           single
           arme
           to
           quell
           an
           army
           ,
           as
           to
           effect
           with
           loyalty
           your
           intented
           enterprise
           .
           We
           come
           hither
           to
           fight
           for
           our
           King
           ,
           &
           to
           relieve
           our
           country
           from
           slavery
           ,
           but
           not
           to
           raise
           civill
           wars
           amongst
           our selves
           ,
           which
           of
           all
           dissension
           is
           the
           worst
           :
           then
           turning
           to
           his
           Captaine
           he
           speaked
           thus
           :
        
         
           What
           Magick
           hath
           transform'd
           thee
           from
           thy self
           ?
           Where
           is
           thy
           wonted
           valour
           ?
           How
           hast
           thou
           lost
           thy
           boasted
           freedome
           ?
           What
           new
           fire
           burn'd
           up
           thy
           scorched
           entrayles
           ?
           What
           unknowne
           desires
           invade
           and
           take
           posession
           of
           thy
           soule
           ?
           All
           vertuous
           obiects
           vanisht
           ?
           Hastthou
           stood
           the
           shocks
           of
           fierce
           encounters
           ?
           Stopt
           thine
           ears
           against
           all
           syren
           notes
           moving
           to
           the
           least
           distemper
           against
           thy
           Souldiers
           ?
           What
           monster
           is
           it
           ,
           which
           hath
           drawne
           thy
           barke
           of
           clemencie
           ,
           (
           that
           which
           wonder
           hath
           kept
           ,
           an
           honoured
           and
           constant
           course
           :
           )
           into
           the
           gulfe
           of
           a
           deserved
           ill
           fame
           ?
           and
           in
           a
           moment
           with
           thine
           own
           hands
           dig
           up
           a
           grave
           to
           bury
           the
           momumentall
           heape
           of
           all
           thy
           yeares
           imployd
           in
           noble
           actions
           :
           I
           sorrow
           for
           thy
           fate
           :
           we
           obey
           thee
           ,
           and
           willingly
           put
           our
           
           owne
           fetters
           on
           to
           grace
           thy
           triumph
           ,
           it
           were
           therefore
           more
           then
           cruelty
           in
           thee
           to
           use
           us
           as
           a
           tyrant
           useth
           to
           doe
           his
           servants
           ,
           for
           so
           we
           are
           ,
           but
           not
           your
           slaves
           ;
           wherefore
           I
           desire
           your
           worship
           to
           take
           consideration
           .
        
         
           The
           Captaine
           with
           sterne
           look
           answered
           thus
           :
           Hang
           consideration
           .
        
         
           When
           you
           are
           hanged
           all
           ,
           England
           is
           able
           to
           furnish
           me
           with
           more
           I
           have
           courage
           to
           fetch
           them
           in
           .
           How
           durst
           you
           only
           entertaine
           a
           grumbling
           syllable
           in
           my
           cōmand
           ?
           In
           me
           great
           Mavors
           spake
           ,
           my
           voyce
           did
           eccho
           in
           your
           eares
           his
           thunder
           ,
           and
           whilst
           you
           like
           so
           many
           seaborne
           Tritons
           armed
           onely
           with
           the
           trumpet
           of
           our
           iniunction
           you
           thinke
           you
           are
           safe
           now
           :
           who
           durst
           but
           dispute
           it
           or
           make
           it
           questionable
           ,
           if
           this
           moment
           I
           charge
           ye
           from
           yon
           hanging
           cliffe
           that
           glases
           his
           rugged
           forehead
           in
           the
           neighbour
           lake
           to
           throw
           your selves
           downe
           head
           long
           :
           Or
           like
           fagots
           to
           fill
           the
           ditches
           of
           defended
           forts
           while
           on
           your
           backs
           I
           march
           up
           to
           the
           breach
           .
        
         
           One
           stout
           souldier
           answered
           ,
           that
           would
           not
           I
           ,
           (
           which
           forc'd
           the
           captaine
           for
           to
           frown
           )
           but
           yet
           said
           the
           souldier
           :
           I
           dare
           as
           much
           as
           any
           of
           great
           Brittaines
           boldest
           souldiers
           .
        
         
           At
           which
           the
           Captaine
           answered
           ,
           Adde
           one
           syllable
           more
           ,
           thou
           dost
           pronounce
           a
           sentence
           that
           Earthquake-like
           will
           swallow
           thee
           :
           but
           yet
           obey
           mee
           according
           to
           my
           minde
           and
           I
           am
           yours
           .
        
         
         
           With
           a
           unanimus
           consent
           they
           thus
           answered
           :
        
         
           Thy
           flatteries
           we
           dispise
           ,
           thus
           spit
           at
           them
           ,
           and
           scorne
           them
           ,
           and
           being
           arm'd
           in
           the
           assurance
           of
           our
           innocent
           vertue
           ,
           wee
           stamp
           upon
           all
           doubts
           ,
           all
           feares
           ,
           all
           tortures
           ,
           thy
           barbarous
           ,
           cruelty
           ,
           or
           villany
           can
           shewe
           upon
           us
           :
           thou
           art
           false
           ,
           falser
           than
           Romish
           religion
           ,
           more
           savage
           than
           the
           beat
           or
           she
           Lyon
           would
           of
           her
           whelps
           ,
           we
           have
           been
           long
           burthened
           with
           the
           yoke
           of
           your
           tyrannizing
           command
           ,
           and
           now
           at
           length
           are
           resolved
           to
           shake
           it
           off
           ,
           we
           doe
           intend
           to
           make
           no
           Idol
           of
           you
           ,
           nor
           as
           our
           late
           Temporizers
           did
           to
           the
           Altar
           ,
           bow
           and
           bend
           to
           you
           any
           more
           upon
           these
           tearmes
           ,
           for
           since
           you
           seeme
           to
           forget
           your
           love
           to
           us
           ,
           we
           scorne
           to
           tender
           our
           servie
           to
           you
           :
           At
           which
           like
           so
           many
           ravening
           wolves
           to
           devour
           a
           sheepe
           or
           lamb
           ,
           so
           ran
           they
           upon
           him
           and
           tooke
           away
           his
           life
           .
        
         
           He
           exercised
           Tyrannie
           over
           them
           ,
           and
           they
           inhumanity
           over
           him
           ,
           they
           acted
           their
           parts
           tragically
           ,
           and
           he
           died
           most
           miserably
           .
           Alas
           !
           who
           knowes
           whither
           with
           his
           body
           they
           slew
           his
           soul
           also
           .
           Commanders
           of
           what
           degree
           soever
           ,
           mark
           this
           my
           admonition
           ,
           Let
           not
           your
           rage
           ,
           excell
           reason
           let
           not
           pride
           oversway
           you
           which
           is
           a
           vice
           by
           which
           many
           fall
           .
           Let
           not
           your
           thought
           be
           lifted
           up
           higher
           than
           it
           becomes
           .
        
         
           If
           men
           be
           your
           servants
           ,
           make
           them
           not
           your
           slaves
           ,
           for
           fierie
           spirits
           are
           not
           soon
           quenched
           witnes
           the
           fierce
           fire
           which
           was
           kindled
           against
           
           this
           Captaine
           .
           It
           is
           scarce
           within
           the
           compasse
           of
           patience
           to
           endure
           the
           tyrannie
           of
           a
           King
           ,
           much
           lesse
           a
           Kings
           servant
           .
        
         
           As
           it
           is
           the
           part
           of
           a
           King
           
             parcere
             subiectis
             ,
          
           so
           it
           is
           also
           
             Vibellare
             superbos
             .
          
           Who
           plucke
           downe
           the
           proud
           ,
           such
           whose
           spirits
           and
           ambitious
           thoughts
           the
           highest
           sphere
           will
           not
           containe
           ▪
           with
           
             Icaris
          
           his
           wings
           ,
           many
           will
           soare
           aloft
           ,
           although
           the
           son
           melt
           the
           wax
           ,
           and
           they
           Christen
           more
           seas
           ;
           also
           there
           are
           many
           fool
           hardy
           ,
           or
           rather
           arrogant
           
             Phaetons
             ,
          
           whose
           ambitious
           minde
           ,
           will
           desire
           to
           rule
           
             Phaebus
          
           hi●
           horses
           ,
           although
           they
           burne
           the
           world
           ,
           the
           little
           world
           I
           meane
           ,
           their
           own
           soules
           .
           I
           have
           done
           with
           my
           admonition
           to
           Commanders
           ,
           now
           in
           a
           few
           lines
           I
           will
           admonish
           all
           common
           Souldiers
           ,
           and
           so
           conclude
           .
           You
           which
           are
           common
           Souldiers
           let
           obedience
           steer
           your
           actions
           ;
           let
           not
           rebellion
           lurke
           privily
           in
           your
           hearts
           ,
           I
           say
           make
           not
           your
           hearts
           like
           so
           many
           closets
           ,
           to
           keepe
           privy
           conspiracies
           hid
           ,
           for
           rebellion
           is
           a
           horrid
           crime
           which
           God
           will
           punish
           either
           in
           this
           world
           or
           the
           world
           to
           come
           ,
           be
           sure
           you
           obey
           your
           King
           ,
           and
           bee
           not
           disobedient
           to
           your
           commanders
           ;
           if
           they
           be
           bad
           pray
           unto
           God
           to
           mend
           them
           ,
           but
           doe
           not
           you
           with
           your
           unpartiall
           sword
           end
           them
           .
        
         
           Let
           this
           rebellious
           uproar
           at
           
             Hull
          
           be
           a
           cause
           to
           make
           others
           civil
           ,
           llet
           their
           enormities
           ,
           make
           
           others
           cease
           to
           be
           vicious
           :
           let
           their
           cruelty
           teach
           others
           to
           be
           mercifull
           :
           let
           their
           malice
           bee
           a
           cause
           of
           others
           love
           :
        
         
           This
           GOD
           of
           his
           gracious
           mercy
           grant
           :
           Amen
           .
        
         
           ●INIS
           .