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MURDER UPON MURDER
That vnto any villany,
fierce Sherwood was inclind, His coyne all spent he must haue more, For to content his filthy (Whoore).1 O murder, &c.
8 Much mischiefe then by them was done
in and about the City, But still they scape unpunished,
(not knowne) more was the pitty, To deadly sinnes they then did fall, Not onely robbe but murder all. O murder, lust and murder,
is the joule sinke of sin.
9 The first was Master William Loe,
a Gentleman of note, And cruell Sherwood laid him low
with an inhumane stroke: Nor birth nor bloud they did regard, Yet death for bloud is their reward. O murder, &c.
i o One Master Holt of Winsor towne,
a Norwich Factor he, Walking abroad to take the ayre,
felt next their buchery, For Sherwood with a fatall blow, This goodman kill'd, his quean wil so, O murder, &c.
11 His cloak, hat, ruffe, from him they took
eleuen groats also, And were about his cloathes to stripe,
his shirt, shooes, hose thereto, But being scard, away they flye, he hath confest this villany. O murder, &c.
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