Of those 22. which were before mentioned: that were then delivered by the means of the Cardinal Poole, was William Mount of much Bentley in Essex husbandman,1 with Alice his wife, and Rose Allen maid, the daughter of the said Alice Mount. They coming home again, refrained from their parish Church, and frequented the company of good men. Wherefore, a wicked priest of the town, Sir Thomas Tie, who by reason he himself had been a professor, knew all their haunt, complained of them to the Lord Darcy, and wrote also against them to Boner. So the 7, day of March, at two of the clock in the morning, one master Edmund Tyrrel, (who came of the Tyrrels that murdered K. Edward the 5. and his brother) took with him the Bailiff of the hundred, called William Samuel, dwelling in Colchester, and the two Constables of much Bentley, John Baker, and William Harris, and other company, and came to father Mounts house, and apprehended him, & his wife being sick, saying they should go to Colchester Castle. Which mother Mount hearing, desired her daughter might first fetch her some drink, for she was very sick. Which they granted her. So her daughter Rose Allen 2took a pot, and went with a candle to draw drink: and as she came back again, Tirrel met with her, and willed her to give her parents good counsel, &c. To whom she answered: sir, they have a better instructor than I: for the holy Ghost doeth teach them, I hope, which I trust will not suffer them to err. ⟨p. 137⟩Tirrel said, Why? art thou still in that mind thou naughty housewife? Marry it is time to look unto such heretics in deed. Rose. Sir, with that which you call heresy do I worship my Lord God, I tell you truth. Tirrell. 3Then I perceive you will burn (gossip) with the rest for companies sake. Rose. If I be so compelled, I hope in his mercies (if he call me to to it) he will make me able to bear it. So he (turning to his company) said: Sirs, this Gossip will burn, do ye not think it? Marry sir (quoth one) prove her, and you shall see what she will do by and by. So the cruel Tirrell taking the candle from her, held her by the wrest, and the burning candle under her hand, burning crossewaies over the back thereof, so long, till the sinews cracked in sunder. In which time of his tyranny, he said often to her: Why whore, wilt thou not cry: thou young whore, wilt thou not cry? &c.
Of those 22. which were before mentioned: that were then deliuered by the meanes of the Cardinall Poole, was William Moūt of much Bentley in Essex husbandmā,1 with Alice his wife, and Rose Allen maid, the daughter of the said Allice Mount. They comming home againe, refrayned from their parish Church, and frequented the company of good men. Wherefore, a wicked priest of the towne, Syr Thomas Tye, who by reason he himselfe had béen a professor, knew all their haunt, complained of them to the Lorde Darcie, and wrote also against them to Boner. So the 7, day of March, at two of the clock in the morning, one maister Edmund Tyrrel, (who came of the Tyrrels that murdered K. Edward the 5. and his brother) tooke with him the Baylieffe of the hundred, called William Samuel, dwelling in Colchester, and the two Constables of much Bentley, Iohn Baker, and William Harris, and other companie, and came to father Mountes house, and apprehended him, & his wife being sick, saying they shoulde goe to Colchester Castle. Which mother Mount hearing, desired her daughter might first fetch her some drinke, for she was very sicke. Which they graunted her. So her daughter Rose Allen 2tooke a pot, and went with a candle to drawe drinke: and as she came back againe, Tirrel met with her, and willed her to giue her parents good counsell, &c. To whom she answered: sir, they haue a better instructor than I: for the holy Ghost doeth teach them, I hope, which I trust will not suffer thē to erre. ⟨p. 137⟩Tirrel said, Why? art thou still in that minde yu naughty huswife? Marry it is time to looke vnto such heretikes in déede. Rose. Sir, wt that which you call heresie do I worshippe my Lorde God, I tel you truth. Tirrell. 3Then I perceiue you will burne (gossip) with the rest for companies sake. Rose. If I be so compelled, I hope in his mercies (if he call me to to it) he will make me able to beare it. So he (turning to his companie) said: Sirs, this Gossip will burne, do ye not think it? Marry sir (quoth one) proue her, and you shall sée what she will doe by and by. So the cruell Tirrell taking the candle from her, helde her by the wrest, and the burning candle vnder her hande, burning crossewaies ouer the backe thereof, so long, till the sinewes crackt in sunder. In which time of his tirannie, hee said often to her: Why whoore, wilt thou not crie: thou young whoore, wilt thou not crie? &c.
- 1W. Mount. Alice, his wife. Rose Allen.
- 2Rose Allen.
- 3The tragical dialogue betwixt Tirrell and R. Allin.The tragicall dialogue betwixt Tirrell and R. Allin.
