The vnnaturall Wife:
Or, The lamentable Murther, of one goodman Dauis, Locke-Smith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his Wife, on the 29. of Iune, 1628. For which fact, She was Araigned, Condemned, and Adiudged▪ to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield, the 12. Iuly 1628.
To the tune of Bragandary.
IF woefull obiects may excite,
the minde to ruth and pittie,
Then here is one will thee affright
in Westminsters faire Citie:
A strange inhumane Murther there,
To God, and Man as doth appeare:
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
But God that rules the host of Heauen,
did giue me ore to sinne,
And to vild wrath my minde was giuen,
which long I liued in;
But now too late I doe repent,
And for the same my heart doth rent:
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
Let all curst Wiues by me take heed,
how they doe, doe the like,
Cause not thy Husband for to bleed,
nor lift thy hand to strike;
Lest like to me, you burne in fire,
Because of cruell rage and ire:
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
A Locke-Smith late in Westminster,
my Husband was by trade,
And well he liued by his Art,
though oft I him vbbraide;
And often times would chide and braule,
And many ill names would him call▪
oh murther,
most inhumane.
To spill my Husbands blood.
The second part.
I And my Husband foorth had bin▪
at Supper at that time,
When as I did commit that sin,
which was a bloody crime;
And comming home he then did craue,
A Shilling of me for so haue:
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
I vow'd he should no Money get,
and I my vow did keepe,
Which then did cause him for to fret,
but no wit makes me weepe;
And then in striuing for the same,
I drew my knife vnto my shame:
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
Most desperately I stab'd him then,
with this my fatall knife,
Which is a warning to Women,
to take their Husbands life;
Then out of doores I streight did runne,
And sayd that I was quite vndon,
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
My Husband I did say was slaine,
amongst my Neighbours there,
And to my house they straite way came,
being possest with feare;
And then they found him on the floore,
Starke dead all weltring in his goore,
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my Husbands blood.
To the same Tune.
Life faine I would haue fetcht againe,
but now it was too late,
I did repent I him had slaine,
in this my heauie state;
The Constable did beare me then
Vnto a Iustice with his men:
oh murther, &c.
Then Iustice me to Newgate sent,
vntill the Sessiors came,
For this same foule and bloody fact,
to answere for the same;
When at the Barre I did appeare,
The Iury found me guiltie there:
oh muther, &c.
The Iudge gaue sentence thus on me▪
that backe I should returne
To Newgate, and then at a Stake,
my bones and fl
[...]sh should burne
To ashes, in the winde to flie,
Vpon the Earth, and in the Skie▪
oh murther, &c.
Vpon the twelfth of Iuely now,
I on a Hurdle plac't,
Vnto my Execution drawne,
by weeping eyes I past;
And there in Smith-field at a Stake,
My latest breath I there did take:
oh murther, &c.
And being chayned to the Stake,
both Reedes and Faggots then
Close to my Body there was set,
with Pitch, Tarre, and Rozen,
Then to the heauenly Lord I prayd,
That he would be my strength and ayde▪
oh murther,
most inhumane,
To spill my husbands blood.
Let me a warning be to Wiues,
that are of hasty kinde,
Lord grant that all may mend their liues▪
and beare my death in minde,
And let me be the last I pray,
That ere may dye by such like way.
Oh Father
for thy Sonnes sake,
Forgiue my sinnes for aye.
FINIS.
Printed at London for M.T. Widdow.