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<PB N="484" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 6 -->
<HEAD>A Warning for all Murderers.</HEAD>
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<P>A mo&s;t rare, &s;trange, and wonderfull accident, which by Gods ju&s;t judgement was brought to pa&s;&s;e, not farre from Rithin in Wales, and &s;howne upon three mo&s;t wicked per&s;ons, who had &s;ecretly and cunningly murdered a young Gentleman named <HI>David Williams,</HI> that by no meanes it could be knowne, and how in the end it was revenged by a childe of five yeeres old, which was in his Mothers wombe, and unborne when the deed was done.</P>
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<OPENER>To the tune of, <HI>Wigmores Galliard.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>GIve eare unto my &s;tory true,</L>
<L>you gracele&s;&s;e men on earth:</L>
<L>Which any way in &s;ecret &s;&eacute;eke</L>
<L>your neighbours timele&s;&s;e death.</L>
<L>Not many plea&s;ant Summers pa&s;t</L>
<L>this wicked worke was done,</L>
<L>Which thr&eacute;e accur&s;ed kin&s;men wrought</L>
<L>again&s;t their Vnckles &s;onne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A kind and courteous Gentleman,</L>
<L>his aged Fathers joy,</L>
<L>The onely heire into his Lands</L>
<L>that &s;hould his place enjoy.</L>
<L>His envious Nephewes gaping &s;till,</L>
<L>his day of death to &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>Thought every y&eacute;ere that he did live,</L>
<L>&s;even y&eacute;er<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="pdcc" EXTENT="1 letter">s and more to b&eacute;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Becau&s;e this gentle Gentleman,</L>
<L>once being laid in grave,</L>
<L>Their aged Vnckle being dead,</L>
<L>they &s;hould the living have:</L>
<L>The thought whereof did often make</L>
<L>their hearts with joy abound,</L>
<L>For that they knew the living worth</L>
<L>each y&eacute;ere an hundred pound.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when they &s;aw this toward Youth</L>
<L>live up to mans e&s;tate,</L>
<L>And to him&s;elfe hath likewi&s;e cho&s;e</L>
<L>a faithfull loving mate,</L>
<L>Then were they out of hope and heart,</L>
<L>but mo&s;t, when they did &s;&eacute;e</L>
<L>His beautious wife in little &s;pace,</L>
<L>mo&s;t big with child to b&eacute;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then did the Divell intice them &s;traight</L>
<L>to murther, death, and blood,</L>
<L>Thereby to purcha&s;e to them&s;elves</L>
<L>their long de&s;ired good.</L>
<L>A hundred waies they did devi&s;e</L>
<L>this Gentleman to kill:</L>
<L>But yet his wife being big with child,</L>
<L>&s;tuck in their &s;tomack &s;till.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If we &s;hould &s;lay the one, they &s;aid,</L>
<L>and let the other live,</L>
<L>No comfort to our hearts de&s;ire</L>
<L>that d&eacute;ed at all would give:</L>
<L>The brat new bred within her wombe,</L>
<L>none can for heire deny:</L>
<L>Therefore 'tis m&eacute;et and requi&s;ite,</L>
<L>that both of them &s;hould die.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And for to blind the eyes of men,</L>
<L>&s;trange garments had they got,</L>
<L>VVhich to performe that wicked d&eacute;ed</L>
<L>they onely did allot.</L>
<L>And after this mo&s;t bad pretence,</L>
<L>the Gentleman each day,</L>
<L>Still felt his heart to throb and faint,</L>
<L>and &s;ad he was alway.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>His &s;l&eacute;epe was full of dreadfull dreames,</L>
<L>in bed where he did lie,</L>
<L>His heart was heavie in the day,</L>
<L>yet knew no rea&s;on why,</L>
<L>And oft as he did &s;it at meate,</L>
<L>his no&s;e mo&s;t &s;uddenly,</L>
<L>Would &s;pring and gu&s;h out crim&s;on blood,</L>
<L>and &s;traight it would be dry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>It chanced &s;o upon a time,</L>
<L>as he his &s;upper ate,</L>
<L>His eyes and heart &s;o heavie were,</L>
<L>that he &s;lept at his meate,</L>
<L>Now fie, then quoth his loving wife,</L>
<L>and woke him pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>Why is my Deare &s;o drow&s;ie now?</L>
<L>quoth he, I know not, I.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Good wife, he &s;aid, let us goe walke</L>
<L>about our Land a while,</L>
<L>I &s;hall be wakened thorowly,</L>
<L>when I have walkt a mile.</L>
<L>His wife agr&eacute;ed, and forth they went,</L>
<L>mo&s;t kindly arme in arme:</L>
<L>But &s;uddenly were they e&s;pied,</L>
<L>that thought on little harme.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At length thr&eacute;e &s;turdy men they met,</L>
<L>in Souldiers tattered ragges,</L>
<L>With &s;words fa&s;t girt unto their &s;ides,</L>
<L>which tangled in their jagges:</L>
<L>Their faces &s;mear'd with durt and &s;oote,</L>
<L>in loth&s;ome bea&s;tly wi&s;e,</L>
<L>With black thrumb'd hats upon their heads</L>
<L>as is the Germanes gui&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And when they &s;aw no per&s;ons nie,</L>
<L>tho&s;e helpele&s;&s;e couple then,</L>
<L>They wounded &s;ore in cruell &s;ort,</L>
<L>like mo&s;t accur&s;ed men,</L>
<L>And in the thicke&s;t of the corne,</L>
<L>which in that place was hie,</L>
<L>They drag'd the murdred bodies then,</L>
<L>and &s;o away did hie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And &s;oone they &s;hifted off their rags,</L>
<L>and hid them by the way,</L>
<L>And weaponle&s;&s;e they homeward went,</L>
<L>clad in their owne array.</L>
<L>Long did the &s;illy &s;ervants waite</L>
<L>their Ma&s;ters comming home,</L>
<L>Which dead within the field did lie,</L>
<L>all bath'd in bloody fome.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for Henry Go&s;&s;on, dwelling upon London Bridge, neere the Gate.</P>
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<DIV1 N="2" TYPE="part">
<PB N="485" REF="1"><!-- PDF PAGE 6 -->
<HEAD>A VVarning for all Murderers.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">The &s;econd part of the Murder of <HI>David Williams,</HI> and his Wife being great with childe, which was revenged by a childe of five yeeres old, which was in his Mothers wombe, and unborne when the deed was done.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of, <HI>Wigmores Galliard.</HI></OPENER>
<LG>
<L>AT length, when dark and gloomy clouds</L>
<L>had &s;hadowed all the skie,</L>
<L>The &s;ervants wandred up and downe,</L>
<L>their Ma&s;ter to e&s;pie:</L>
<L>And as they pa&s;t along the place</L>
<L>where the&s;e were lately &s;laine,</L>
<L>Within the corne they heard one grone,</L>
<L>as heart would breake in twaine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And running &s;traight to &s;earch and &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>who gave this ga&s;tly &s;ound:</L>
<L>Their Ma&s;ter dead their Mi&s;tris &s;tab'd,</L>
<L>yet living there they found,</L>
<L>In bitter pangs in travell then</L>
<L>this woefull woman lay,</L>
<L>And was delivered of a Sonne,</L>
<L>before the breake of day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then died &s;he incontinent,</L>
<L>no memory had &s;he</L>
<L>For to de&s;cry the murtherers,</L>
<L>nor found they could not be.</L>
<L>They both together buried were,</L>
<L>the child to Nur&s;e was &s;et,</L>
<L>Which thriv'd and pro&s;per'd pa&s;&s;ing well,</L>
<L>no &s;ickne&s;&s;e did him let.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now behold Gods judgement ju&s;t:</L>
<L>the truth I &s;hall you tell,</L>
<L>Ere this child was &s;even quarters old,</L>
<L>this &s;trange event befell:</L>
<L>One of the murtherers being &s;et</L>
<L>at Tables on a day,</L>
<L>The Nur&s;e did chance to bring this child</L>
<L>within that place to play.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The child under the Table got,</L>
<L>unthought of any one,</L>
<L>And bit his Cou&s;in by the legge,</L>
<L>hard at the ankle bone,</L>
<L>Which by no helpe nor Art of man</L>
<L>could &egrave;ver healed be,</L>
<L>But &s;weld and rotted in &s;uch &s;ort,</L>
<L>that thereof dyed he.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Not full a twelve-month after this,</L>
<L>this child did chance to be,</L>
<L>Whereas the &s;econd murderer</L>
<L>was drinking merrily:</L>
<L>He tooke one of the bigge&s;t pinnes</L>
<L>that &s;tuck about his bre&s;t,</L>
<L>And thru&s;t it in his Kin&s;mans thigh,</L>
<L>where then the &s;igne did re&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Which done, he laughing ran his way,</L>
<L>the wound did bl&eacute;ed amaine:</L>
<L>By no meanes could they &s;tanch the blood,</L>
<L>nor ea&s;e his extreme paine.</L>
<L>The griefe and angui&s;h was &s;o great,</L>
<L>which thereof did proc&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>That ere thr&eacute;e dayes were fully pa&s;t,</L>
<L>the man to death did bl&eacute;ed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The child with rods was &s;wing'd full &s;ore,</L>
<L>for this unhappy act,</L>
<L>Yet never would forgivene&s;&s;e a&s;ke</L>
<L>for his committed fact.</L>
<L>Thus pa&s;t it on, untill the time</L>
<L>this child was five y&eacute;eres old:</L>
<L>The other murderer living &s;till</L>
<L>with con&s;cience bad, behold,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He never after &s;aw the child,</L>
<L>but he would &s;hun the place,</L>
<L>The child did never looke on him,</L>
<L>but with a frowning face:</L>
<L>And &s;tones at him &s;till would he fling,</L>
<L>where ere he did him m&eacute;ete:</L>
<L>Which made the neighbours wonder much</L>
<L>that oftentimes did &s;&eacute;e't.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In Harve&s;t next this little child,</L>
<L>with other boyes be&s;ide,</L>
<L>Went to the Fields, and open mouth'd,</L>
<L>this man a&s;l&eacute;epe they &s;pide:</L>
<L>The child having a bramble &s;ticke,</L>
<L>within his hand to play,</L>
<L>Did thru&s;t it downe his Cou&s;ins throat,</L>
<L>a &s;leeping as he lay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The man therewith being &s;oone awak't,</L>
<L>did &s;trive to pull it out:</L>
<L>And he thereby did rent and teare</L>
<L>his wind-pipe round about:</L>
<L>Which being found incurable,</L>
<L>as he lay in his bed,</L>
<L>His murderous d&eacute;ed he did confe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>as you before have read.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed at London for Henry Go&s;&s;on dwel|ling upon London Bridge, neere the Gate.</P>
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