%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> Three horrible Murthers, / OR, / [?] of the Lamentable and Bloody Murthers / [?]odies of the Family of Master George Roe, Keeper of Beare Parke / [?]day the ninth day of September 1646. Where they cut the Throates / [?]ne, and his Servant, and how his House was saved from robbing by the / [?]ers. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1646-1646 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/22/2018 36111

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R187481 2 Aime not too high: or Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe Aim Not Too High: or Fortune my Foe To the same tune Fortune my Foe To the Same Tune [?] your brests do beare, / [?]ad Song give eare, WIth that the Souldiers resolutly said, / Good Sir we are your friends be not afraid, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 21 Three horrible Murthers, / OR, / [?] of the Lamentable and Bloody Murthers / [?]odies of the Family of Master George Roe, Keeper of Beare Parke / [?]day the ninth day of September 1646. Where they cut the Throates / [?]ne, and his Servant, and how his House was saved from robbing by the / [?]ers. Three horrible Murders, OR, [?] of the Lamentable and Bloody Murders [?] bodies of the Family of Master George Roe, Keeper of Bear Park [?]day the ninth day of September 1646. Where they cut the Throats [?]ne, and his Servant, and how his House was saved from robbing by the [?]ers. Printer Iohn Hammond 1646-1646

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[?] your brests do beare, [?]ad Song give eare, [?] unfold, [?] never told. [?]e Winchester, [?] there, [?] Yeares did dwell, [?] wonderous well. [?]ame to passe, [?]me was, [?]e Woods to range, [?]ht his unhappy change. [?]hree Children, and his Maid, [?] thought were safely laid, [?] and takes the Key along, [?] or dreame of further wrong. [?]he Parke he walked round, [?]s there, within the same he found, [?] his Faulchan in his hand, [?] commanding them to stand. [?]? thus unto them he said, [?]resently they made, [?] which had lost their way, [?]s where they lay.
With that the Keeper thus replyed then, Who said if they were honest Gentlemen, And that no losse thereby he might sustaine, He would derect them in their way againe. The Souldiers hearing this did both protest, As ever they desired to be blest, That they were free from any ill intent, So homewards with the Keeper both they went. At last when neare unto the Lodg they drew, The Keeper then his House began to view, Where he in every Roome beheld a light, By which he knew that all things were not right Quoth he alasse I'me utterly betraid, Sir not by us the Souldiers answer made, But raither we, to doe you any good, Will venture for your sake our dearest blood. If it be so kind Gentlemen said hee, That house is mine where all those lights you see When I came forth I left but onely one, To light me in, at my returning home. But now you may behold in every place, The lights are moving too and fro apace, My wife, my sonne, and servant were in bed, Which by this time God knows how they have sped.
The second part, To the same tune.
WIth that the Souldiers resolutly said, Good Sir we are your friends be not afraid, Two brase of Pistolls we have ready here, Wherewith we doubt not, but your house to cleare. Then to the house the Souldiers he did guid, Who through a window presently had spy'd, 2 Vilains there which down the staires had brought, A Trunke which was with Linnin fully frought. The Souldiers they so rightly both did aime, Each other at his man and with the same, The Vilains they fell downe upon the ground, So deepe and deadly did their Pistolls wound, Then downe the staires the rest began to run, To aske the other two what had beene done, Which when they did perceive them to be slaine, They forced were to hast up Staires again. The Keeper he unlock't the Doore and then, Steps in with him these trusty Gentlemen, With Resolution and, with Courage bent, To find the rest up Staires they boldly went. Whereas they found them standing in the Roome, Each Vilain there expecting of his doome, Unto the Souldiers did for mercy call, Who did themselves no mercy show at all. The Souldiers then disarm'd them of their swords, And call'd the Keeper for to bring them Cords, Where hand and foot they did them strongly bind, Too good for Vilains of unhumaine kind. But now to shew what mischiefe they have done, This wofull Father first beheld his Sonne, Whom they had murthered there to have their prey, And cut his Throate as in his bed he lay.
The next of all he view'd his murthered wife, Which also was deprived of her Life, Both her's and eke her maidens throate were cu[t] As in their beds they sleeping lay God wot. Three Children more which by their Mother la[y] Into another place they did convay, So that they thought, they all had murthered bee[ne] Which were not at that present to be seene. Then to the murtherers they went againe, To know if they had all the Children slaine, Who said they all within the Furnis were, And all alive but durst not speake for feare. Whereas they found them covered all with S[?] Which onely was to keepe them still in awe, And tell them where their Fathers treasure la[y] Or there to burne them ere they went away. But God in mercy did the same prevent, For they are taken and to Prison sent, The other two did by the Souldiers die, I'th height and midst of all their Vilainy. At Winchester untill the next Assize, Three of those bloody murderes there lies, Another Vilain as report doth say, Out of a window first did scape away. Which to conclude, God grant he may be [?] And that the like may never be againe, To be compared with this bloody deed, Which wofull object makes my heart to bleed
Printed at London by John Hammond, an[d] are to be sold over against St. Andrew[s] Church in Holborne. Finis.