%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The cryes of the Dead. / Or the late Murther in South-warke, committed by one / Richard Price Weauer, who most vnhumaynly tormented to death / a boy of thirteene yeares old, with two others before, which he brought / to vntimely ends[,] for which he lyeth now imprissoned in the White- / Lyon, till the time of his triall. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1620 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 08/13/2008 20048

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1.116-117 S126168 1 Ned Smith Ned Smith Ned Smith MEe thinkes I heare a grone, / of death and deadly dole, THis his deeds was not known / which he kept secretly Pepys 1.116-117 STC 20327 [W. Jones] for T. L[angley c. 1620] Woodblock 1: first 1/2 sheet, over columns 2: A man beats a naked boy. The boy hangs suspended upside down from a rope by his ankle. His arms hang towards the floor. The man (presumably Richard Price) grips the childs ankle (to keep him from swinging?) with his left hand, while his right hand is upraised, holding what appears to be a bundle of sticks (a switch? a broom?) with which he is beating the child. Another bundle lies on the floor. The man wears a doublet, short knee-length loose breeches, hose, and low shoes. His hat lies on the floor past the boy. : 77 x 79 Woodblock 2: second 1/2 sheet, over column 3: An aristocratic woman stands with her left hand on her hip. She wears a lavish decorated dress with a large ruff and a decorated underskirt. In her right hand, she holds up an indeterminate object. : 53 x 29 Woodblock 3: second 1/2 sheet, over column 4: A gentleman stands with his left hand on his hip, his bent arm obscured by a cloak hanging from his left shoulder. The end of the cloak wraps around his right elbow. He wears a tall, broad-brimmed hat and has a small moustache. He is dressed in a doublet and slops, with a ruff, hose, and low slashed shoes. His right hand is extended forward, palm down. : 67 x 42 Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 116 1: 117 The cryes of the Dead. / Or the late Murther in South-warke, committed by one / Richard Price Weauer, who most vnhumaynly tormented to death / a boy of thirteene yeares old, with two others before, which he brought / to vntimely ends[,] for which he lyeth now imprissoned in the White- / Lyon, till the time of his triall. The cryes of the Dead. Or the late Murther in South-warke, committed by one Richard Price Weaver, who most unhumaynly tormented to death a boy of thirteene yeares old, with two others before, which he brought to untimely ends, for which he lyeth now imprissoned in the White Lyon, till the time of his triall. The Cries of the Dead. Or the Late Murder in South-wark, Committed by One Richard Price Weaver, Who Most Unhumanely Tormented to Death a Boy of Thirteen Years Old, with Two Others Before, Which He Brought to Untimely Ends, for Which He Lies Now Imprisoned in the White Lyon, till the Time of His Trial. The second part. The second part. The Second Part. 1/2 sheet folio, originally left part, 282 x 116 1/2 sheet folio, originally right part, 281 x 114 cropped right edge, creased uneven inking cast fleurons cast fleurons 1620 Printed at London for T. L. T.L. Weinstein: STC Weinstein lists I:116-117 under T. L. [T. Langley]. BBTI lists about 5 people active ca. 1620 with initials T. L., but only one (Thomas Langley) whose dates span 1620. Plomer lists a Thomas Langley active in London from 1615-1635. ESTC lists T. L[angley].

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 Taxonomy used by Pepys to Organize Ballads in Albums A Small Promiscuous Supplement Devotion & Morality Drinking & Good Fellowship History - True & Fabulous Humour, Frollicks &c Love Pleasant Love Pleasant and Unfortunate Love Unfortunate Marriage Sea State & Times Tragedy Various Subjects Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/health alcohol animals/nature appearance Bible/biblical figures buildings/architecture catastrophe children class clothing/fashion country/nation crime death economics/trade entertainment family/procreation folklore gender historical figures & events holidays/seasons infidelity law London love maritime marriage military/war monstrosity mythology/Classical world news nobility/court politics/government punishment religious concepts religious figures religious types & sects royalty rural life servitude sex/sexuality supernatural/magic The New World travel trickery/deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgarities/crass humor Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 8/13/2008 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America Tragedy children death economics/trade law punishment servitude violence 08/13/08 Checker Rachel Mann Metadata updated, xml created 7/24/07 Checker Gordon Batchelor checked transcription, created XML 3/18/2005 Transcriber Alan Arch Original Transcription 7/14/2004 Bibliographer Liberty Stanavage Bibliographic SQL Database Record Created
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MEe thinkes I heare a grone, of death and deadly dole, Assending from the grave of a poore silly soule: Of a poore silly soule, untimely made away, Come then and sing with me, sobbs of sad welladay, One Price, in South-warke dwelt a Weaver by his trayde, But a more graceles man I thinke was never made: All his life wicked was, and his minde bent to blood, Nothing but cruelty did his heart any good. Many poore Prentisses to himselfe did he bind, Sweete gentle children all of a most willing mind: Serving him carefully in this his weaving Art, Whome he requited still, with a most cruel heart. Lawfull corrections, he from his mind cast aside, Beating them cruelly for no cause, tel they syed: Spurning and kicking them, as if dogs they had beene, Careles in cruelty, was this wretch ever seene. Never went they without brused and broken eyes, Head and face blacke and blew, such was their miseries:
What so came next his hand, tongs or forke from the fier Would he still lay on them, in his madd moody ire. Parents come bend your eares, listen what followed on, Masters come shed your teares, mothers come make your moane Servants with sad laments, rue the calamity, Those gentle children had, living in missery. The first a pretty boy, had with a suddaine spurne, One of his eares strocke off, woefully rent and torne: Where under surgeons hands, he lived long in woe, By this same grievous wound, this vilaine gave him so. Most heavy was his hand, and his heart full of strif, Ungodly all the dayes of this his passed life, Who so perswading him to patient Charity, Was still abusied much, by this wretch wilfully. Witness this harmles child, that he misused sore, Scourging him day by day, not knowing cause wherefore, Unlawfull government brings him unto his end, From such like cruelty all servants God defend.
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THis his deeds was not known which he kept secretly Nor to light, many a day came this vile villany Till that his heart did thirst, more humain blood to shed, Which in the same full sone crewell conditions bred. No sparke of genilenes, but flames of cruelty. Burned within his brest mischiefes blacke treasury, So that to further ills, and to more bloody deeds Wanting grace, wilfully to the same he proceeds. A poore mans child he had whome he beat backe and syde Conti[n]uing it day and hower till this poore prentis dyed, For which he was arraigned and by Law had beene cast, But mercy quitted him for those offences past. Yet those faire warnings here wrought in him little good, But rather drew him on For to shed further blood: And being blinded thus with a persewing ill, Another poore harmles child he did by beating kill. Harmelesse indeed was he, and a poore neighbours sonne Whom he did beat and bruze ere since this frost begun: Onely because that hee could not worke in the cold Nor performe such a taske as he by custome should.
Wherefore this cruell wretch, whipt him from top to toe, With a coard full of knotts, of leather yet to show, Wherby his tender limbes, from his foote to the head, Are with wounds blacke & blew, covered ore all and spred. Oh cursed cruelties, this did not him suffice, But kept him lokt up closse, from sight of neighbors eyes, And from his parents deare, when they came him to see, Little misdouting this, their sonnes extremetye. Thus weary woefull dayes, did this poore child abide, Where he lay languishing, till the hower that he dyed, Where his poore mangled corpes, By neighbors there was found, bruzed and beaten sore, with many a deadly wound. His braines ny broaken forth, and his neck burst in twaine, On his Limbs over all, spotts of blood did remaine. And the rim of his wombe, spurned in peeces is, Never such Mar[ter]dome, of a poore child like this, (Oh Price,) heare is the price for this blood thou must pay, Life for life, bloud for bloud, on thy domes dying day, Pray thou for mercy there, to save thy sinfull soule, For me thinks I doe heare, thy pasing Bell doth toule.
FINIS. Printed at London for T. L.