DEEDS AGAINST NATVRE, and Monsters by kinde: Tryed at the Goale deliuerie of Newgate, at the Ses­sions in the Old Bayly, the 18. and 19. of Iuly last, 1614. the one of a London Cripple named Iohn Arthur, that to hide his shame and lust, strangled his betrothed wife. The other of a lasciuious yong Damsell named Martha Scambler, which made away the fru [...]t of her own womb, that the world might not see the seed of her owne shame: Which two persons with diuers others were executed at Tyburne the 21. o [...] Iuly following.

With two sorrowfull Ditties of these two aforesaid persons, made by them­selues in Newgate, the night before their execution.

[depiction of the execution of a man by hanging]

[depiction of the execution of a woman by hanging]

At London printed for Edward Wright. 1614.

The Cripples complaint in the Dungeon at Newgate.

ME thinkes I heare a dolefull sound,
Within this dungeon vnder ground:
Prepare thy selfe (poore soule) to dye,
For so the Belmans voyce doth cry.
And Beggars all come ring my knell,
The Cripple now bids all farewell:
Both Crutches, Scrip, and patched gowne,
Wherewith I beg'd from towne to towne.
Though limbes I want and could not go,
Yot was my mind not pleased so:
But had my faults, as others haue,
Which brings me thus vnto my graue.
In vaine delights I spent my daies,
And wrong'd my fortunes many waies:
The almes that good men gaue me still,
I wasted to content my will.
For heauen had markt me out for shame,
Whereto I did my courses frame:
And as I was mishapt by kind,
Deformed also was my mind.
For by that swéete intising sinne,
My sodaine downefall did begin:
Wherein I set my harts delight,
On wanton women day and night.
At last when I loues pleasures prou'd,
I hated her whom late I lou'd:
And sodaine loathing, soone begun
Ashamed sore, of follies dun.
And still desired to end the life
Of her, I promist to make Wife:
For loue so gaind can neuer last,
No sooner done, but loue is past.
Then as my shame I hated her,
And would her death no time defer:
But arm'd with wroth in dead of night,
I traind her from all peoples sight.
That neuer more my follies great,
To my disgrace she should repeat:
Nor say vnto the world, that I
Had liu'd with her most wantonly.
For in the fieldes we two alone,
With wéeping teares and bitter mone:
She crau'd amends for my amisse.
To make her W [...]fe as reason is.
But I refus'd that honest course,
But did an act of sad remorse:
To end her shame with mine as then,
I did excéede the déedes of men.
The deuill my helper at that hower,
For he as then had strongest power:
Nor by his meanes I could not faint,
Though I was lame and limbes did want.
My heart with furious rage possest,
About her necke her girdle cast,
And forced so away her life,
Rather then make her married wife.
Neuer like déed by Cripple wrought,
For pleasures being too dearely bought,
Both old and young, both rich and poore,
Make neuer maid a common Whoore.
For doing so my life I loss,
With burthens of repentant woes,
For wanton loues are witched things,
And with them still much sorrow brings.
Adiew vaine world, the Cripple dies,
In this my life much wonder lies:
That borne a lame deformed wight,
Should thus take pride in loues delight.

Martha Scamblers Repentance.

POore I the poorest now on earth,
may well accuse my cause of birth:
Not being borne I nere had knowne,
This guilt that hath me ouerthrowne.
Wo worth the cause of sinne and shame,
Which staines my credit and good name:
Wo worth the traines which still are laid,
Whereby we woemen are betraid.
When I was won to follies will,
And tooke delight in doing ill
No thought I had of pleasures past:
But still my youth did vainely wast.
Till at the length my womb did bread,
A substance of vnlawfull seeds:
Which I supposd a shame to be
(God knowes) vnto my friends and me.
And to preuent the worlds disgrace,
I sought to finde a secret place,
My shamefull burthened wombe to ease,
That way which did my God displease.
O, when my houre of labour came,
To bring to light this fruit of shame,
No Midwiues help at all I sought,
But soone my owne deliuerie wrought.
The Babe being borne and in my armes,
I should haue kept it from all harmes,
But like a Beare or Woolfe in wood,
I wisht it smothered vp in blood.
Whereat strange motions without feare,
From hell to me presented were,
And bad me bury it in a Vault,
For none aliue did know my fault.
And so my credit and good name,
Should take no spot of black defame:
And I as pure and chast should be,
From such a crime as any she.
My shoule then blinded by the Diuell,
Bid me consent vnto this euill:
Where I full soone thereto agreed,
To act a more then womans deede.
The loathsome Iakes receau'd my child,
Which all misdoubts and feare exild
For being tumbled downe therein,
There well might end my shame and sinne.
But God, this déed more darke then night,
In wondrous sort did bring to light,
For by a Dog the Child was found,
As it was throwne therein to drown'd.
Three dayes and nights with yelping cry,
It troubled much the dwellers by,
Which caus'd them to release him thence,
And so found out this vile offence.
For which I surely now must tast,
Rewards for my offences past,
And dye for that accursed crime,
That makes me monster of my time.
Both maides and men, both yong and old,
Let not good liues with shame be sold,
But beare true vertues to your graue,
That honest burials you may haue.
FINIS.

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