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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08128) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 22635) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 387:6) Of the endes and deathes of two prisoners, lately pressed to death in Newgate. 1569 1 sheet ([1] p.) By Iohn Awdely, dwellyng in litle Britaine streete without Aldersgate, Imprinted at London : [1569] Verse - "True preachers which God liketh well,". Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo Of the endes and deathes of two prisoners, lately pressed to death in Newgate. 1569. [no entry] 1569 1 1644 14 0 0 0 0 0 85.16 D The rate of 85.16 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-05 Sampled and proofread 2008-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
Of the endes and deathes of two Prisoners / lately pressed to death in Newgate . 1569. TRue Preachers which God liketh well , To you I runne wyth all my hart , Your wordes with me are like to dwell , Vntyll thys lyfe I shall depart . As for the rest whose tounges are tyde , To them who runs , he runs far wyde . What so doth best commend the truth , All falshood lykewyse discommendes , I know you Preachers tender youth , And visits them lyke faythfull frendes . Yet if there hap a dismoll day , The Wolues would teare your liues away But they that humbly do you beare , And eke well beare your woordes away , Hauing their vnderstandinges cleare , Needes neuer feare the dismoll day . Nor wyll seek● peace here in this lyfe , Where nought is found but war and strife . So they that do , nor yet wyll beare , When they be cald , and truth is told , Ill haps to them vnwares is neare , Yet blindnes maketh Bayardes bold . But they that warned are in tyme , Halfe armed are gainst daungerous crime . A tryall iust I found of late , Where Preachers dyd them selues addresse , To spend the day within Newgate , To comfort two whom Law bad presse . There did I see that comfort great , Whereof our Preachers oft intreat . There saw I more , do what they might , Sharpe iudgement pass , the Presse at hand , The one would not remyt hys spight But doth the same to vnderstand , By blasphemies most horrible , And countenaunce most terrible . 〈◊〉 would beleue that he should dye , Which playnly dyd to vs appeare , By ●●yish countenaunce smylingly , Which seemed very monstrous geare . And yet he was of perfect mynde , But thus he shewed hys diuelish kynde . Wyth hym perswasions would not serue , In all my lyfe I saw none sutch : He sware great othes he would not sterue , If ought there were within the hutch . And to it he went full egerly , As one that thought he should not dye . Anon there came a prisoner in , That yrons had clapt on good store . Gods hart quoth Wat , you wyl not lyn , These partes you playd lyke slaues before . And vp he snatch hot coales in hand , To throw at one that by did stand . This stander by a Keeper was , That hardly handled him alwayes : Wherefore if he myght bring to pas , That Keeper should now end hys dayes . Though he did burne in hell therefore . Sutch Keepers should keepe there no more . This desperate foole intreated was , By Master Yong and others there , To pray for them that dyd trespas , And to forgeue , sithe death is neare . Gods woundes quoth he , it is shame for ye , That cry not agaynst this tyrannye . Why wyll not bolts or fetters serue , Thinke you ( quoth Wat ) to hold this man ? He hath no money though he sterue , Hys hos● and doublet must trudge than . If bell there be , or plages to fall , These Villains wyll be plaged all . For my part if I boyle in lead , I cannot hold but brawle this out . Would I might ●ight how euer I sped , Chuld course that Ore and fl●●ring Lout . No more good Wat , quoth Master Yong , Thou hurt●… thy selfe most with that tong . Thus parted he and Master Yong , Much greued for hys senceles soule . But I remayned and vsed my tong , As God dyd force vice to controle , But-Wat no chaungeling would not rest , But fell a fresh vnto a ●est . As I might then I did exhort , Them both with me to go and pray , Where I would speake to their comfort , If that the Lord dyd not say nay . The time is short , therefore quoth I , Let vs seeke the Lord whiles he is nye . I pray you be content quoth Wat , The Lord hath mercy inough in store , I may yet haue my part of that , As he to others hath geuen before . You must repent and cal for grace , ( Quoth I ) els neuer looke to see Gods face . Then was the tother glad of me , And gaue to God great thankes and prayse , That he might haue my companye , With hym for to remayne alwayes . Wherein such comfort great he found , That teares of ioy dropt to the ground . I see now God is good ( quoth he ) And wyll not haue my soule be lost , But hath prouided you for me , Not sparing any payne nor cost . You come from God , your words arswete , I feele Gods grace my hart doth mete . I would I had knowen you befor●…e , But now it is in ryght good tyme : For though my carcas be forlorne , My soule to God I feele doth clyme . Oh beare me ( sayth he ) to the rest , Ill haps to me is for the best . Heare how this misery hath wrought , The taming of my flesh so proud : My soule to God that hath it bought , I do commend with voyce so loud . Knowing that he doth heare my cry , And pardons me immediately , Would God the world dyd heare my voyce And would be warned by my death , Then would they not in euyll reioyce , But prayse the Lord whyles they haue breath . And loue hym that hath loued them well , Who hath redeemed their soules from hell . O God ( quoth he ) is thys thy kynde , To care for hym that knew not thee ? I neuer had thee earst in mynde , Yet now thy grace hath healed me . Due thankes to thee I cannot geue , That hast now made me to beleue . O tell me I pray , what is your name , Sayth he to me vnknowen you are : To you lykewyse I am the same , But God that knowes vs is not far . He wyll reward you this I trust , Sith I cannot that dye needes must . So God dealt with me yester day , A frend be sent vs in Limbo : Whose good estate God blesse alway , For that good ●ore that came him fro . Hys name was Draper Alderman , Which was my comfort great as than . He prayed wyth vs most earnestly , No scorne was in hys v●luet cote , Wyth teares he kyst vs louingly , And went with mourning there God wote . So doth the power of the Lord , Make diuers men in truth accord . Thus God hath found me out at length , And stayed me of my wicked race And me indu●● with perfect strength No ●ong can rightly prayse such grace I would my death were much more vile That others might beware ther while . So then we prayed ech one for other Wyth trickling teares of ioye and greefe In truth I tooke him for my brother Though neuer so much he were a theefe . Then death to him could not come ill , For of Gods grace he had his fill . Then foorth we went and made a fyre , I dyned there wyth bread and cheese : To sing some Psalmes was his desyre , So ech man soonge in their degrees . O Lord turne not away thy face , From hym that lyes prostrate in place . But Watson fell vnto hys foode As one that hungry was in deede And merely eate that he thought good , But threw the rest the dogs to feede . I saw no thought that he did take , Nor lykelyhoode from sinne to wake . Then vp came Maister Yong agayne Their deathes now being at the doore But Watson could not yet refrayne , But laughes it out still more and more . Still all in vayne to hym was sayd , Yet all the rest downe kneeling prayde . Then Skarlet tooke hym by the hande And preached , though small to his regarde Yet all the rest might vnderstande , Hys woordes deserued to be harde . And yet he could not ●olde but smyles , In deede he was begylde therwhyles . A Prisoners tale that he dyd trust Made hym that way to loose hys lyfe So there the matter was discust , The presse at length did end their stryfe . He trusted that which was vntrue , Vntill it was to late to rue . Lo thus much I thought good to wryte For those that warned yet will be That they in euill no more delyght , Nor to such councell do agree . Who dyd this yll one so peruarte , That heauy presse burst Watsons harte .

Imprinted at London by Iohn Awdely , dwellyng in litle Britaine streete without Aldersgate .