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Black-letter Broadside Ballads Of The years 1595-1639

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What barberous murders now are done, none fowler since the world begun! Oh women. Murderous women, whereon are your minds?
2   The Story which I now recite,
expounds your meanings euill.1 Those women yt in blood delight,
Are ruled by the Deuill, Else how can th' wife her husband kill, Or th' Mother her owne childs blood spill, Oh women, Murderous women, &c.
3   At Cow-crosse, neere to Smithfield-barres,
adiacent to the City, A man ands wife at houshold iarres
long liu'd, the more's the pitty, Like Cat and Dog they still agree'd; Each small offence did anger breed: Oh Women, &c.
4   She oftentimes would beat him sore,
and many a wound she gaue him, Yet hee'd not Hue from her therefore,
to stay ill fate would haue him, Till she with one inhumane wound, Threw him (her husband) dead toth' ground, Oh women, &c.
5   Upon the 8 of Aprill last,
betweene this man and wife, Some certaine words of difference past;
and all their cause of strife, Was but about a trifle small, yet that procur'd his fatall fall, Oh women, &c.
1 No period in the text.
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