The Matchless Murder.
Giving an Account of the most horrible and bloody murthering of the most worthy Gentleman Th [...]mas Thin Esq who was on Sunday February the twel [...] 1632 [...] rously killed in his own Coach by some blood-thirsty outlandish Vil [...] shot five or six Bullets into his Belly, whereof he quickly died, and the [...] of the murtherers now lying in Newgate, who have confessed the same, [...]: Capt. Christopher Fur [...]tz a German, George B [...]k [...]e a Polander, Joh [...] a German Frederick Harder, and Amien Berg, accessaries.
To the Tune of Troy Town.
COme and assist my trembling Den,
while I endeavour to explain
The bloody minds of cruel men,
That will no wickedness refrain,
But bloody Humors to fulfill.
Innocent blood they daily spill.
Now my sad story I'le begin,
The like I think you ne'r did hear,
How that Renowned Squire Thin
Was murtherd it doth plain appear;
Their bloody minds for to fulfill,
This squire most horridly they kill.
On Sunday last this Gentleman
Clear of all Scandals o [...] Reproach,
At severall places he had béen
With Noble Monmouth in his Coach,
This worthy person thought no ill,
Whilst Villians sought his blood to spill
And thus they pass'd the Streets along
Till seven or eight a Clock at night,
& then great Monmouth would be gone
In whom so much he did delight,
Poor soul he little thoug [...]t of ill,
while villains sought his blood to spi [...]
His Grace he was no sooner gone,
But this sad accident befell,
By Villain [...]e was set upon
Neer to a place thats call d Pell-mell,
Their [...]ellish minds they did fulfill
and there his precious blood did spill.
Vp to his Coach these Villaies ride,
As by his [...]ervants it is said,
Wit [...] Weapons which the [...] did provide
Whilst [...]e poor soul was not afraid,
For harmless souls ne'r fear no ill.
while villains seek their blood to spill
Meeting with him as they desired,
Their Hellish courage then grew hot,
Into his Coach at him they fired,
And into his belly him they shot,
And so like Villains him they kill'd,
& his most precious blood they spill'd.
Away like Villains then they fled,
With horror doubtless in their mind,
This worthy soul three quarters dead,
Bleeding i'th Coach they left behind:
Now had the Villains got their will
That sought his precious blood to spill
VVhen these unwelcome tydings came
To Noble Monmouths wondring ear,
His courage which none e'r could tame
Did on a suddain plain appear,
He strait pursu'd those that did spill
His precious blood that thought no ill
This Noble Hero did all night
Pursue these murthere rs all in vain,
Till [...]ol with his resplendant light
Did to our sight return again,
But could not find those that did kill
That harmless soul as thought no ill
But Heaven did presently find out
VVhat lovely Monmouth could not do,
I was well he was the Coach gone out,
Or he might have been murthered too.
I fear that they who this squire killd
Poor Jameys blood would seign [...]a [...]e spill'd
These Villains they were seiz [...]d at last,
And brought before his Majesty,
This horrid thing they then confest
Now Prisoners they in Newgate [...]e,
And be conde [...]ned no doubt they will,
that squire Thin's sweet blood and spill
Printed for J Conyers at the black Ravenin Duck lane