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             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.
          
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           Howell, Henry, d. 1633 -- Early works to 1800.
           Bruton, Edward, d. 1633 -- Early works to 1800.
           Riley, James, d. 1633 -- Early works to 1800.
           Murder -- England -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
        
      
    
     
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           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.
          
           
        
      
    
  

