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THE CRIES OF THE DEAD
15 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,
couered ore all and spred.
16 Oh cursed cruelties,
this did not him suffice, But kept him lokt vp closse,
from sight of neighbors eyes, And from his parents deare,
when they came him to see, Little misdouting this,
their sonnes extremetye.
17 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.
18 His braines ny broaken forth,
and his neck burst in twaine, On his Limbs ouer all,
spotts of blood did remaine. And the rim of his wombe,
spurned in peeces is, Neuer such Marterdome,
of a poore child like this.1
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