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         Crimsal, Richard.
      
       
         
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             A cruell murther committed lately upon the body of Abraham Gearsy who liv'd in the Parish of Westmill, in the County of Harford; by one Robert Reeve, and Richard Reeve, both of the same Parish: for which fact Robert was prest to death, on Munday the 16. of March, and the Tuesday following Richard was hang'd; and after both of them were hang'd up in chaines, where now they doe remaine, to the affrightment of all beholders. 1635. To the tune of Fortune my Foe.
             Crimsal, Richard.
          
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           A
           cruell
           murther
           committed
           lately
           upon
           the
           body
           of
           Abraham
           Gearsy
           ,
           who
           liv'd
           in
           the
           Parish
           of
           Westmill
           ,
           in
           the
           County
           of
           Harford
           ;
           by
           one
           Robert
           Reeve
           ,
           and
           Richard
           Reeve
           ,
           both
           of
           the
           same
           Parish
           :
           for
           which
           fact
           Robert
           was
           prest
           to
           death
           ,
           on
           Munday
           the
           16.
           of
           March
           ,
           and
           the
           Tuesday
           following
           Richard
           was
           hang'd
           ;
           and
           after
           both
           them
           were
           hang'd
           up
           in
           chaines
           ,
           where
           now
           they
           doe
           remaine
           ,
           to
           the
           affrightment
           of
           all
           beholders
           .
           1635.
           
        
         
           To
           the
           tune
           of
           Fortune
           my
           Foe
           .
        
         
           
        
         
           
             I
             Pray
             give
             eare
             unto
             my
             tale
             of
             wee
             ,
          
           
             Which
             I
             le
             declare
             that
             all
             may
             plainly
             knowe
             .
          
           
             Neare
             Harford
             lately
             was
             a
             murder
             done
             ,
          
           
             O
             t
             was
             a
             cruell
             one
             ,
             as
             ever
             was
             knowne
             ,
          
        
         
           
             The
             good
             with
             evil
             herein
             was
             repaide
             ,
          
           
             Him
             that
             did
             good
             the
             evil
             hath
             betraid
             ,
          
           
             The
             world
             is
             lately
             growne
             to
             such
             a
             passe
             ,
          
           
             That
             one
             may
             feare
             another
             in
             this
             case
             .
          
        
         
           
             This
             money
             is
             the
             cause
             of
             manies
             death
             ,
          
           
             As
             t
             was
             the
             cause
             that
             one
             late
             lost
             his
             breath
             ,
          
           
             The
             devill
             and
             the
             money
             workes
             together
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             my
             subiect
             you
             may
             well
             consider
             .
          
        
         
           
             With
             teares
             of
             woe
             I
             am
             inforst
             to
             write
             ,
          
           
             That
             which
             may
             cause
             a
             tender
             heart
             to
             sigh
             ,
          
           
             And
             sighing
             say
             ,
             this
             was
             a
             wofull
             case
             ,
          
           
             That
             men
             should
             be
             so
             much
             voide
             of
             all
             grace
             .
          
        
         
           
             Two
             brethren
             were
             there
             that
             did
             doe
             the
             same
             ,
          
           
             The
             first
             calld
             
               Robert
               Reeve
            
             ,
             the
             others
             name
          
           
             Was
             
               Richard
               Reeve
            
             ,
             these
             did
             a
             horrid
             déed
             ,
          
           
             As
             in
             my
             following
             verses
             shall
             proceede
             .
          
        
         
           
             Behold
             these
             lines
             ,
             you
             that
             have
             any
             care
             ,
          
           
             And
             from
             bloodshedding
             alwayes
             doe
             forbeare
             ;
          
           
             Though
             murder
             be
             committed
             secretlye
             ,
          
           
             Yet
             for
             revenge
             to
             God
             it
             loud
             doth
             crye
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             that
             sinne
             goes
             not
             long
             unpunished
             ,
          
           
             Therefore
             let
             all
             men
             of
             this
             sinne
             take
             héede
             :
          
           
             Many
             are
             daily
             for
             such
             crimes
             accused
             ,
          
           
             And
             yet
             alas
             too
             commonly
             t
             is
             used
             .
          
        
         
           
             One
             of
             these
             brothers
             was
             in
             debt
             I
             heare
             ,
          
           
             Vnto
             that
             man
             ,
             which
             was
             his
             neighbour
             néere
             ,
          
           
             But
             hée
             repaid
             him
             with
             a
             envious
             mind
             ,
          
           
             As
             in
             the
             story
             you
             shall
             plainly
             find
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               Abraham
               Gearsie
            
             was
             his
             name
             ,
             that
             was
             kild
             ,
          
           
             By
             those
             two
             brothers
             ,
             as
             the
             Devill
             wild
             :
          
           
             He
             on
             a
             day
             demanded
             mony
             due
             ,
          
           
             I
             pray
             give
             eare
             and
             marke
             what
             doth
             insue
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             wish'd
             him
             to
             come
             home
             for
             to
             be
             paid
             ,
          
           
             But
             for
             his
             life
             it
             s●●mes
             they
             wast
             had
             laid
             :
          
           
             For
             one
             day
             t
             was
             his
             chance
             for
             to
             come
             there
             ,
          
           
             N●t
             dreading
             that
             his
             death
             had
             bin
             so
             néere
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             these
             two
             brothers
             kild
             him
             instantly
             ,
          
           
             No
             neighbour
             was
             there
             that
             did
             heare
             him
             cry
             :
          
           
             And
             being
             dead
             floung
             him
             in
             a
             sawpit
             ,
          
           
             And
             coverd
             him
             with
             such
             as
             they
             could
             get
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             having
             hid
             this
             murder
             in
             that
             kind
             ,
          
           
             Great
             search
             was
             made
             ,
             but
             none
             this
             man
             could
             find
          
           
             His
             friends
             lamented
             for
             him
             very
             sore
             .
          
           
             And
             made
             inquiris
             all
             the
             country
             ore
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             second
             part
             ,
          
           
             To
             the
             same
             tune
             .
          
           
             
          
           
             
               SIx
               wéekes
               it
               was
               ere
               it
               was
               plainly
               knowne
               ,
            
             
               And
               many
               were
               examin'd
               herevpon
               :
            
             
               But
               these
               two
               brothers
               much
               suspected
               were
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               last
               the
               truth
               it
               did
               appeare
               .
            
          
           
             
               Some
               murmured
               and
               sayd
               that
               they
               did
               owe
            
             
               Him
               mony
               ,
               and
               desired
               for
               to
               know
            
             
               Whether
               they
               had
               giuen
               him
               satisfaction
               ,
            
             
               Who
               said
               ,
               they
               had
               ,
               and
               they
               did
               owe
               him
               none
               .
            
          
           
             
               About
               this
               mony
               all
               did
               come
               to
               light
               ,
            
             
               Now
               being
               put
               for
               to
               approue
               this
               right
            
             
               They
               could
               in
               no
               wise
               iustifie
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               When
               they
               to
               true
               examination
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               Now
               they
               were
               asked
               for
               a
               quittans
               made
               ,
            
             
               But
               they
               had
               none
               ,
               then
               others
               present
               said
               ,
            
             
               Where
               is
               your
               bond
               or
               witnes
               of
               the
               same
               ?
            
             
               This
               must
               be
               prou'd
               ,
               or
               you
               will
               suffer
               blame
               .
            
          
           
             
               They
               being
               taxed
               on
               this
               wise
               confest
               ,
            
             
               How
               they
               in
               bloody
               murder
               had
               transgrest
               :
            
             
               Then
               were
               they
               sent
               to
               Harford
               gaile
               with
               spéed
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               did
               answere
               ,
               for
               this
               wicked
               déed
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               lent
               on
               sises
               last
               their
               fact
               was
               tri'd
               ,
            
             
               Where
               they
               were
               cast
               ,
               condemnd
               and
               for
               it
               di'd
               ,
            
             
               Robert
               was
               prest
               to
               death
               because
               that
               hée
            
             
               Would
               not
               bée
               tride
               by
               God
               and
               the
               country
               .
            
          
           
             
               Richard
               was
               hangd
               by
               his
               owne
               Fathers
               dore
               ,
            
             
               Which
               did
               torment
               and
               grieue
               his
               friends
               full
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Now
               hée
               and
               's
               brother
               both
               do
               hang
               in
               chains
               ,
            
             
               This
               is
               a
               iust
               reward
               for
               murders
               gaines
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               would
               intreat
               all
               men
               sor
               to
               beware
               ,
            
             
               Of
               ●hue
               this
               crying
               sinne
               and
               still
               for
               beare
               ,
            
             
               Good
               Lord
               ,
               me
               thinkes
               it
               is
               a
               cruell
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               sins
               else
               this
               may
               each
               conscience
               sting
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               being
               done
               ,
               what
               is
               hée
               can
               forbeare
               ,
            
             
               With
               troubled
               conscience
               to
               shed
               many
               a
               feare
               ?
            
             
               'T
               is
               fearefull
               sure
               for
               to
               be
               thought
               upon
               ,
            
             
               Although
               that
               it
               be
               ners
               so
               secret
               done
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               God
               is
               love
               ,
               and
               he
               doth
               charg
               us
               all
               ,
            
             
               To
               love
               each
               other
               ,
               but
               we
               often
               fall
            
             
               From
               love
               and
               unity
               ,
               to
               envious
               evill
               ,
            
             
               Thus
               leave
               we
               God
               ,
               and
               runne
               unto
               the
               Devill
               .
            
          
           
             
               This
               may
               be
               warning
               for
               all
               other
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               doe
               but
               heare
               of
               those
               vile
               bretheren
               :
            
             
               And
               more
               consider
               't
               is
               a
               fearefull
               sight
            
             
               To
               see
               them
               hang'd
               ,
               it
               would
               our
               hearts
               afright
               ▪
            
          
           
             
               Yet
               some
               there
               are
               that
               will
               not
               frighted
               be
            
             
               At
               all
               ,
               the
               warnings
               that
               they
               dayly
               sée
               :
            
             
               Too
               many
               doe
               estéeme
               such
               things
               as
               nought
               ,
            
             
               Or
               else
               there
               would
               not
               be
               such
               murther
               wrought
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thus
               to
               conclude
               ,
               pray
               le
               ts
               to
               God
               for
               grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               alwaies
               have
               his
               feare
               before
               our
               face
               :
            
             
               Fly
               bloody
               murther
               ,
               and
               such
               horrid
               sinnes
               ,
            
             
               Then
               God
               will
               kéep
               you
               from
               such
               shamefull
               ends
               .
            
          
           
             FINIS
             .
          
           
             
               R.
               C.
               
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
           Printed
           at
           London
           for
           Iohn
           Wright
           IUNIOR
           ,
           dwelling
           at
           the
           upper
           end
           of
           the
           Old
           Baily
           .
        
      
    
  

