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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The true manner of the life and Death of Sir <HI>Thomas Wentworth,</HI> late Lord Lievtenant Deputy of Ireland, Lord Generall of his Ma|je&s;ties Army, Knight of the Noble order of the Gar|ter, who was beheaded <DATE>the 12. day of this pre&s;ent moneth of <HI>May,</HI> 1641,</DATE></HEAD>
<OPENER>The tune is <HI>Welladay Welladae.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>COuntry men li&s;t to m&eacute;e</L>
<L>patiently patiently,</L>
<L>And you &s;hall heare and &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>As time giues lea&s;ure,</L>
<L>The obiect of mi&s;hap.</L>
<L>Caught fa&s;t in his owne trap,</L>
<L>Ca&s;t out of fortunes lap,</L>
<L>Through his owne folly.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Sir <HI>Thomas Wentworth</HI> hee,</L>
<L>At the fir&s;t at the fir&s;t</L>
<L>Ro&s;e to great dignitie,</L>
<L>And was beloved,</L>
<L><HI>Charles</HI> our mo&s;t gratious King</L>
<L>Grac't him in many a thing,</L>
<L>And did much honour bring,</L>
<L>On his proc&eacute;edings.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Fames Trump&egrave;t bla&s;oned forth</L>
<L>His great name, his great name</L>
<L>Lord pre&s;ident of the North,</L>
<L>So was he called,</L>
<L>And as I under&s;tand,</L>
<L>H&eacute;e had in Ireland,</L>
<L>A place of great command,</L>
<L>To rai&s;e his fortunes.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Mo<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">e honour did befall,</L>
<L>Vnto him unto him,</L>
<L>He was Lord generall,</L>
<L>Of the Kings army,</L>
<L>The&s;e titles giuen had h&eacute;e</L>
<L>By the Kings Maie&s;tie,</L>
<L>And made a&s;&s;uredly</L>
<L>Knight of the Garter.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But here's the &s;poyle of all,</L>
<L>Woe is m&eacute;e, woe is m&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Ambition cau&s;'d his fall,</L>
<L>Again&s;t all rea&s;on,</L>
<L>Hee did our lawes abu&s;e,</L>
<L>And many men mi&s;u&s;e,</L>
<L>For which they him accu&s;e,</L>
<L>Quite through the kingdome.</L>
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<LG>
<L>New lawes h&eacute;e &s;ought to make,</L>
<L>In Ireland in Ireland,</L>
<L>If he the word did &s;peake,</L>
<L>None dur&s;t with &s;tand him,</L>
<L>H&eacute;e ruld with tyranny,</L>
<L>And dealt mo&s;t cruelly,</L>
<L>To men in mi&s;ery,</L>
<L>The like was neare heard of.</L>
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<HEAD>The Second part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<L>HE hath done thou&s;ands wrong</L>
<L>As tis knowao as tis knowae</L>
<L>And ca&s;t in pri&s;on &s;trong,</L>
<L>Our Kings liege people,</L>
<L>Such cruelty po&s;&s;e&s;t</L>
<L>His black polluted bre&s;t,</L>
<L>H&eacute;e thought him&s;elfe well ble&s;t,</L>
<L>In acting mi&s;chiefe.</L>
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<LG>
<L>But tho&s;e that clime highe&s;t of all</L>
<L>Oftentimes oftentimes,</L>
<L>Doe catch the greate&s;t fall,</L>
<L>As here appeareth,</L>
<L>By this unhappy wight,</L>
<L>Who wrong'd his Countryes right,</L>
<L>And over came by might,</L>
<L>Our good kings &s;ubiects.</L>
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<LG>
<L>To London Tower at la&s;t,</L>
<L>He was brought, he was brought,</L>
<L>For his Offences pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And ju&s;t de&s;ervings,</L>
<L>And after certainely,</L>
<L>He was condemn'd to dye,</L>
<L>For his fal&s;e trechery,</L>
<L>'Gain&s;t King and Country.</L>
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<LG>
<L>It being the twelth day</L>
<L>In this moneth of May,</L>
<L>As true reports doe &s;ay,</L>
<L>H&eacute;e came to his tryall,</L>
<L>The Nobles of our land,</L>
<L>By Iu&s;tice Iu&s;t command,</L>
<L>Pa&s;t &s;entence out of hand,</L>
<L>That he &s;hould &s;uffer.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When the appointed time,</L>
<L>Was come that he &s;hould dye,</L>
<L>For his committed crime,</L>
<L>The ax being Ready,</L>
<L>Vp to the &s;caffold hee,</L>
<L>Was brought immediately,</L>
<L>Where thousands came to &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Him take his death.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>After &s;ome Prayers &s;aid,</L>
<L>And certaine &s;p&eacute;eches made,</L>
<L>O' th' block his head he layd,</L>
<L>Taking his farewell.</L>
<L>The heads-man bloodily,</L>
<L>Divided pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>His head from his body,</L>
<L>With h&eacute;es keene weapon.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Heauen grant, by his downefall</L>
<L>That others may take h&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>Lord &s;end among&s;t us all,</L>
<L>True peace of con&s;cience,</L>
<L>And may our King and Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>Among&s;t us long be &s;&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>With all their braunches greene,</L>
<L>To all our comfort.</L>
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<P>London, printed for <HI>Richard Burton,</HI> and are to be &s;old at the hor&s;e &s;hooe at the Ho&s;pitall gate in Smithfield.</P>
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