ROMES Cruelty:
OR,
The Earl of ESSEX Barbarously Murthered in the Tower.
To the Tune of, There is one Black and Sullen Hour.
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The Earl of Essex in the Tower,
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he did not cut his own dear Throat,
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But Ruffians did him over-power,
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as by the Sequel you may note:
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Behold the bloody Razor, which they threw
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Out of the Window, then in view
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out of the Window, then in view
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Of many more than one or two:
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of many more than one or two.
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There was a French man near the Room,
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his Servant, whom the world may blame,
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Because no living Soul could come,
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but he must see and bear the same;
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As being next his Person night and day,
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He, Judas-like, was drawn away,
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he, Judas-like, etc.
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His Lord and Master to Betray:
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his Lord and Master to Betray.
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They thought it never might be known,
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but let such bloody Ruffians know,
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The Lord from his most Righteous Throne,
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sees all the Actions here below:
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And though committed by the greatest care,
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In dark and silent Corners, where
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No living Mortal doth repair;
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Yet Gods all-seeing Eye is there.
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yet Gods all-seeing Eye is there.
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This black and bloody dismal Day,
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sweet Russel was to Tryal brought,
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That all the World might think and say,
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Dispair had Essex ruine wrought
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Rather then bring his Crimes to open view:
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A sweet contrivance of the Crew;
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a sweet, etc.
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All this and more, black Rome can do:
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all this and more, etc.
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His Throat was cut from Ear to Ear,
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the Jug'lar Veins and Gullet too,
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The which this worthy Noble Peer,
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could not have life nor strength to do;
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All kind of motions straightways would consume
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But ah! most fatal was his Doom;
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but ah! etc.
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He fell a Sacrifice to Rome:
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he fell a Sacrifice to Rome.
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When he was found upon the floor,
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by those whom we may well suspect,
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Bathed in reeking purple Gore,
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let us observe the first neglect:
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By Cor'ners Inquest, Jury-men I mean,
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He was not suffered to be seen,
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he was not suffered, etc.
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Till they had stript and wash'd him clean:
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till they had stript and wash'd him clean.
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The Room and Closet where he lay,
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most carefully was cleansed too,
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Nay, and his Cloaths convey'd away,
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and ne'r was brought to open view:
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From whence a grand suspition straight arose,
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Besides, a Young Man would depose,
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besides a young man, etc.
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He see upon his Masters Hose,
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a bloody foot stept on his Hose.
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From there, and many signs beside,
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it seems a Murder plain and clear,
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That by some hired Ruffians dy'd,
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this Noble thrice Renowned Peer;
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Whose Blood doth to this day for vengeance cry
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And sure they do deserve to dye,
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and sure they do deserve to dye,
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Who acted such like Villany,
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who acted such like Villany.
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FINIS.
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