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<DIV1 TYPE="poem to the reader">
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<HEAD>Vnto the Chri&s;tian <HI>Reader.</HI></HEAD>
<L>ALl you that this &s;hall reade or here,</L>
<L>marke well what doth in&s;ue:</L>
<L>Of tho&s;e that Chri&s;te his word abu&s;e,</L>
<L>what lot falles to that crue.</L>
<L>I neede not here at large re&s;ite,</L>
<L>true &s;ubiectes knowes right well:</L>
<L>The troubles greate that chaun&s;t of late,</L>
<L>by &s;uch as did rebell</L>
<L>Again&s;t our Sauiour and his word,</L>
<L>which he to vs hath &s;ende,</L>
<L>Al&s;o again&s;t our noble Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>which doth the &s;ame defende.</L>
<L>By bloudie broyles, the&s;e Rebels thought</L>
<L>to haue the vpper hande:</L>
<L>And to mole&s;t our noble Queene,</L>
<L>and to defile the lande,</L>
<L>With &s;uch Idolatrie as ear&s;t</L>
<L>was v&s;ed longe ago:</L>
<L>The Papi&s;t &s;ect for to aduaunce,</L>
<L>their cur&s;ed minde was &s;o.</L>
<L>And to deface Gods holy worde,</L>
<L>it was their whole intente:</L>
<L>And to treade downe the Chri&s;ten flocke,</L>
<L>the&s;e Rebels &s;o were bente.</L>
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<L><PB REF="4">
But often times thus haue we heard,</L>
<L>and now the proofe haue &s;een:</L>
<L>Who digs a pit for other men,</L>
<L>may fall him&s;elf therin.</L>
<L>So hath it plea&s;de the Lorde aboue,</L>
<L>to trap tho&s;e wicked traine:</L>
<L>And to help tho&s;e that doth by right,</L>
<L>his godly worde mainteine.</L>
<L>For when the&s;e rebels thought by force,</L>
<L>to beare the bloudie &s;way:</L>
<L>The lorde (&s;ome of them) to our Queene,</L>
<L>did yeeld then for a pray.</L>
<L>Which for their Trea&s;on iu&s;tly were</L>
<L>condempned for to die:</L>
<L>Theyr ende to know, if you geue care,</L>
<L>I &s;how immediatlie.</L>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<PB REF="4">
<HEAD>&para; The Confe&s;&s;ion and ende <HI>of Thomas Norton.</HI></HEAD>
<L>FRom <HI>Tower</HI> were the&s;e Rebels drawn</L>
<L>to <HI>Tyburn</HI> for their crime:</L>
<L>The elder of them fir&s;t mu&s;t die,</L>
<L>his lot fell &s;o that time.</L>
<L>A godly Preacher then in place,</L>
<L>exhorted him to pray:</L>
<L>His prayers then he did begin</L>
<L>in Lattin there to &s;ay.</L>
<L>The Preacher then, to him thus &s;ayde,</L>
<L>pray you in Engli&s;h here:</L>
<L>Then will the People pray with you:</L>
<L>this an&s;wer made he there.</L>
<L>In Lattin will I pray (&s;ayd he)</L>
<L>my con&s;ience trouble not:</L>
<L>His Con&s;ience as it &s;eemde by this,</L>
<L>was good toward the Pape.</L>
<L>The Secondarie then did &s;ay,</L>
<L>vnto this Popi&s;h elf,</L>
<L>If that in Lattin you will pray,</L>
<L>Pray then vnto your &s;elfe.</L>
<L>Vnto him&s;elf he then began,</L>
<L>to pray there &s;ecretly:</L>
<L>A Preacher then that willyng was,</L>
<L>his dutie to aply.</L>
<L><PB REF="5">
Exhorted him that he would pray,</L>
<L>in Engli&s;h as he &s;hould:</L>
<L>With much a do, at la&s;t to him</L>
<L>he graunted that he would.</L>
<L>The Lordes praier then did he &s;ay,</L>
<L>the <HI>Aue</HI> and the <HI>Creede:</HI></L>
<L>All Sainctes he did de&s;ire likewi&s;e,</L>
<L>to pray for him in deede.</L>
<L>Bothe then, and when, that he fro~ thens</L>
<L>departed was and gone:</L>
<L>With better Faith he might haue build</L>
<L>on the hed corner &s;tone.</L>
<L>The Preacher that in&s;tructed him,</L>
<L>did will him to confe&s;&s;e</L>
<L>His facte again&s;t our Lorde and God,</L>
<L>and eke our Qu&eacute;ene doubtle&s;&s;e.</L>
<L>And how their ri&s;inge and their &s;trife,</L>
<L>was to beate downe thereby</L>
<L>The worde of God, and that he had</L>
<L>de&s;erued there to die.</L>
<L>To him he made this an&s;wer then,</L>
<L>th'offence that I haue done,</L>
<L>I truely here for it mu&s;t die,</L>
<L>hether therfore I come.</L>
<L>The Lorde forgeuene&s;&s;e did he a&s;ke,</L>
<L>and &s;o his ende he made:</L>
<L>The Hangman made a quicke di&s;patche,</L>
<L>as is his wonted trade.</L>
<L><PB REF="5">
He a&s;king none forgeuene&s;&s;e there,</L>
<L>nor none he did forgeue:</L>
<L>In &s;t&eacute;ede of Pope, the Hangman then,</L>
<L>full quickly did him &s;hriue.</L>
<L>Therefore I warne you Rebels all,</L>
<L>a mende while ye haue &s;pace,</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e the Tiburne nagge you ride,</L>
<L>or els at &s;uch like place.</L>
<DIV2 TYPE="part">
<HEAD>&para; The ende and Confe&s;&s;ion of <HI>Chri&s;topher Norton.</HI></HEAD>
<L>THus when the elde&s;t of them had,</L>
<L>paied well for Popi&s;h play:</L>
<L>The yonger then mu&s;t folow him,</L>
<L>and trudge the &s;elf &s;ame way.</L>
<L>Which then did &s;ee before his face,</L>
<L>what death his Vnckle dide:</L>
<L>And how in lumpes to quarter him,</L>
<L>the pearceing blade did &s;lide.</L>
<L>Then on the earth he kneeled downe,</L>
<L>his face vnto the Ea&s;t:</L>
<L>And then his Prayers he begonne,</L>
<L>as to him &s;eemed be&s;t.</L>
<L>For of them both the yonger dide,</L>
<L>more godly of the twaine:</L>
<L>Wherby is &s;eene in Papi&s;ts olde,</L>
<L>what &s;tubborne harts remaine.</L>
<L><PB REF="6">
The yonger being a&s;ked then,</L>
<L>wher he did there beleeue:</L>
<L>Saued to be by Chri&s;te his death,</L>
<L>this aun&s;were did he geue.</L>
<L>I do bel&eacute;eue &s;aued to be,</L>
<L>by Ie&s;us Chri&s;te on hie:</L>
<L>For in no other do I tru&s;t,</L>
<L>he then immediatly.</L>
<L>Did ther de&s;ire the people all,</L>
<L>in pre&s;ence as they were:</L>
<L>That he there died a Chri&s;tian true,</L>
<L>they all &s;hould witne&s;&s;e beare.</L>
<L>To him one &s;aide, confe&s;&s;e ye heare,</L>
<L>you haue de&s;erude to die:</L>
<L>And that you haue offended God,</L>
<L>and the Queenes Maie&s;tie.</L>
<L>I haue de&s;erued this death &s;aide he,</L>
<L>and you that are pre&s;ent:</L>
<L>Example ye may take by me:</L>
<L>he then incontinent</L>
<L>Did a&s;ke were any there did know,</L>
<L><HI>Phillip Sturly</HI> by name:</L>
<L>Which Capitaine now in Scotland is,</L>
<L>&s;ayes &s;ome, we know the &s;ame.</L>
<L>He is the cau&s;er of my death,</L>
<L>the Lord it him forgeue:</L>
<L>The more he was all Englands friend,</L>
<L>&s;uch Traytours to repreue,</L>
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Then of his tale he made an end,</L>
<L>and from his talke did &s;tay:</L>
<L>And did de&s;ire the people all,</L>
<L>that they with him would pray.</L>
<L>The Lords prayer when he had &s;aid,</L>
<L>and peoples repeate pa&s;t:</L>
<L>Then in this wi&s;e vnto the Lord,</L>
<L>he praieth at the la&s;t</L>
<L>I <HI>Chri&s;topher Norton</HI> that am,</L>
<L>com heather for to die:</L>
<L>Hauing my body whole and &s;ound,</L>
<L>and perfect memory.</L>
<L>Do heare confe&s;&s;e before the Throne,</L>
<L>of thy highe Maie&s;tie:</L>
<L>O Lord my fact here at this time,</L>
<L>I do confe&s;&s;e to thee.</L>
<L>De&s;iring th&eacute;e with hart O Lord,</L>
<L>to haue on me mercy:</L>
<L>Which now am comming vnto th&eacute;e,</L>
<L>heare ready for to die.</L>
<L>Receaue me Lord mo&s;t mercifull,</L>
<L>a wretch which haue offend:</L>
<L>Mercifull Lord, refu&s;e me not,</L>
<L>but to my crie attende.</L>
<L>And being hanged and cut downe,</L>
<L>as quartred he &s;hould be:</L>
<L>His bowels being taken out,</L>
<L>The&s;e words that time &s;pake he.</L>
<L><PB REF="7">
Lorde, Lorde, haue mercy on me now,</L>
<L>and &s;o he yelded breath:</L>
<L>God graunt all other to beware,</L>
<L>by the&s;e two Rebels death.</L>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
<HEAD>An exhortation to all true &s;ubiects, and a vvarning to the Papi&s;ts.</HEAD>
<L>IF all men did perceaue the heapes,</L>
<L>of mi&s;chief that in&s;ue</L>
<L>And what mi&s;hap Trea&s;on doth bring,</L>
<L>no doubt they would be true.</L>
<L>For fir&s;t the Lord they do offend,</L>
<L>as Paule doth iu&s;tly proue:</L>
<L>Which &s;aies thy &s;woord again&s;t thy prince</L>
<L>thou &s;halt not draw ne moue.</L>
<L>And tho&s;e that Trea&s;on do con&s;pire,</L>
<L>this is their purpo&s;e plaine:</L>
<L>To bring de&s;truction to the land,</L>
<L>wherin they do remaine.</L>
<L>With lo&s;&s;e of landes, of Goods, and lyfe,</L>
<L>this haps by Tre&s;on fell:</L>
<L>And for the mo&s;t part to all &s;uch,</L>
<L>as v&s;e for to rebell.</L>
<L>Therfore all &s;ubiectes call to minde,</L>
<L>the&s;e plagues that &s;ure will flow,</L>
<L>Vnto all tho&s;e wheras in hart,</L>
<L>&s;uch Trea&s;on v&s;e to growe.</L>
<L><PB REF="7">
Therefor ye &s;ubiects highe and lowe,</L>
<L>&s;&eacute;e that your harts be &s;ure,</L>
<L>And that you ground both hart and faith,</L>
<L>vpon the Go&s;pell pure.</L>
<L>Let not the&s;e Papi&s;ts with their bragges</L>
<L>with all their maine and might:</L>
<L>Cau&s;e vs to feare, they haue the wrong,</L>
<L>and we the quarell right.</L>
<L>Be true vnto our noble Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>which hath the &s;woord in hand:</L>
<L>Let not your harts once feare or &s;hrinke,</L>
<L>but boldly by her &s;tand.</L>
<L>Again&s;t the Papi&s;ts and the Pope,</L>
<L>with all your might and powre:</L>
<L>Which &s;&eacute;eke the waies, like raueninge woulen</L>
<L>the Go&s;pel to deuowre.</L>
<L>Which is the ch&eacute;efe&s;t iuell I &s;ay,</L>
<L>that on the earth doth raigne:</L>
<L>Let vs not change this Trea&s;ure then,</L>
<L>for trifles that are vaine.</L>
<L>Bel&eacute;eue you not the Fables olde,</L>
<L>that Papi&s;ts v&s;e to tell:</L>
<L>Bowe not your eare vnto their talke,</L>
<L>which are the &s;teps to Hell.</L>
<L>For &s;ome there be that v&s;e to faine,</L>
<L>and godline&s;&s;e profe&s;&s;e:</L>
<L>Whiche beare two faces in one hoode,</L>
<L>&s;uch is their wickedne&s;&s;e,</L>
<L><PB REF="8">
To trap and turne &s;uch &s;waruing mindes</L>
<L>vnto their wicked trade</L>
<L>Of Poprie, whiche wee may be &s;ure,</L>
<L>the Deuill him&s;elf hath made.</L>
<L>Away ye Serpentes that &s;o lurke,</L>
<L>the Go&s;pell is &s;o pure:</L>
<L>It will confounde your poy&s;oned &s;tinge,</L>
<L>ye may not longe indure.</L>
<L>Repent therfore, in time amende,</L>
<L>for&s;ake your wicked waies:</L>
<L>V&s;e not &s;uch trade, which iu&s;tly doth</L>
<L>the Lorde our God di&s;plea&s;e.</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e &s;uch plagues do fall on you,</L>
<L>As did on the&s;e of late:</L>
<L>For if you do not &s;oone amende,</L>
<L>you hardly will e&s;cape.</L>
<L>And all true Subiects now take h&eacute;ede</L>
<L>let no inti&s;ement cau&s;e</L>
<L>That you do yelde vnto the Pope,</L>
<L>or bowe vnto his lawes.</L>
<L>Remember that wee haue a Qu&eacute;ene,</L>
<L>God &s;aue hir noble grace:</L>
<L>That &s;etteth foorth Gods worde a right,</L>
<L>which doth the Pope deface.</L>
<L>Then for hir grace, all &s;ubiects true,</L>
<L>are bounde for hir to pray:</L>
<L>That from hir foes, the Lorde God will,</L>
<L>pre&s;erue hir night and day.</L>
<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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<PB REF="8">
<HEAD>To the Papi&s;ts.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>YOu Popi&s;h route,</L>
<L>Looke well aboute,</L>
<L>And warning hereby take;</L>
<L>Vnle&s;&s;e you &s;winge,</L>
<L>In Tyburne &s;tringe,</L>
<L>As &s;ome did but of late.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Your &s;elues &s;ubmit,</L>
<L>As it is fit,</L>
<L>Vnto the Lorde aboue:</L>
<L>Then as I deeme,</L>
<L>Our noble Queene,</L>
<L>Ye cannot choo&s;e but loue.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Which doth maintaine,</L>
<L>I tell you plaine,</L>
<L>Gods word which is &s;o pure;</L>
<L>Why do ye then,</L>
<L>Re&s;i&s;t againe,</L>
<L>And trea&s;on &s;o procure.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I do not faine,</L>
<L>But tell you plaine,</L>
<L>If you do not amend:</L>
<L>Such plagues may fall,</L>
<L>As will you gall,</L>
<L>And thus I make an end.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
<BYLINE>&abquod; Samp&s;on Dauie.</BYLINE>
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<FIGDESC>printer's device of Valentine Simmes, a boy with wings on his right arm and a weight fastened to his left hand, emblematic of talent kept from rising by the burden of poverty</FIGDESC>
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