A MOST TRUE RELATION OF The Attachment, Life, Death, and Confession of Will. Waller, Alias Walker, Ward, or Slater, A Priest and Jesuit, which was hanged, drawn and quartered at Tyburn, on Monday being the 26 day of july, Anno Dom. 1641.  
For not obeying the Laws of this our Kingdom, by returning again after banishment, and seducing the King's subjects.  
WITH A DECLARATION of certain Questions, and his Answers at Tyburn.  
Printed in the year, 1641.   

A Relation of the Attachment, Life, Death, and confession of Will. Waller, Alias Walker, Ward, or Slater, a Priest and Jesuit, which was hanged, drawn, and quartered at Tyburn, on Monday being the 26. day of July, Anno Dom. 1641.  
THis Jesuit whose confession I shall now relate unto you, was condemned upon Saturday the 24. of July, for withstanding the King's Proclamation; which was to the effect that by such a day of the month they should all leave England; this man and his companion which at this time lies in Prison, thinking by obscurity to follow their own ways in spite of all commands whatsoever, stayed behind, but mark how it fell out; one evening he being walking in the Garden of one, which at this time I will not name, was murmuring to himself. Shall I live cooped up thus? shall my enemies live in honour and I in disgrace? hath Saint Peter forgot his accustomed goodness, or hath the blessed Virgin lost all her privilege which once she had to command her son: have I thus long been a faithful son to Rome? or have I so often times invoked the Saints to assist me in the most learned latin tongue? have I not made new Saints, and new fasting days? Why then do not any of them in this my adversity assist me? have not crosses, beads, and crucifixes been always my delight; hath not more water been hallowed with this my mouth then by any Jesuit this day living? Who upon Ash-wednesday, or Good-Friday hath been more forward to punish offenders than I? who hath kept more commemorations than I? or caused more cominations? who hath strived to suggest more than I? Or who upon their death beds hath turned to Rome more than I? when I was Confessor to the Lady Wootton living in Canterbury, and S. Augustine's Monastery in Kent. Did not I turn her Lord upon his death bed to our Religion; have not I made the whole Abbey like to a second Rome? Have not all the prebend's in the Cathedral there, like damned Heretics as they were, strove to turn her, to them: And have not my persuasions returned her again? Have I not been always true? accuse me he that can: and yet are my hairs made grey before my time; I cannot walk abroad for fear of the Law, which by my Orders, should command; Nay, before my banishment was proclaimed, did not each Heretical Vassal affront me, either by their words or deeds? by profaning the sacred n●me of our holy Father the Pope, most blessed saint: Peter's successor, I was called Pope Joanes' disciple? what she was it was unknown to all our Order at the first; why then should I be branded with her? I suffer now, but long I vow not so to do; I'll gain my liberty, although it be through blood: Kings by my brethren often have murdered been, the Heavens have lent me arms and heart as well as they, and why should I fear to add another part to their Tragedies.  
Thus to himself was he heard to murmur by an honest countryman, who presently went to a Justice of peace, and acquainted him with what he had heard (from whose Clerk this relation came unto me) upon whose words he was attached, and sent unto Newgate; from whence the time being come he was guarded to the common Sessions-house in the Old Bailie, belonging to the City; where he was tried, convicted and condemned; a little before the sentence of death passed upon him, he was boasting to his companion after this manner, Why should we fear death whence I know our meritorious actions will give us life eternal.  
O vain and foolish man, I fear thy presumptuous life hath caused thy everlasting death; the death of thy poor soul, which was bought at so high a rate, the price of it was blood, thy loving and kind Saviour's blood; how then can any mortal man merit Heaven by his own works; which is impossible to be attained, but by the meritorious death of our Saviour: but I proceed.  
This Jesuit being condemned upon Saturday, on Monday following was to die, and did so; but before he went into the Cart to be carried to the place of Execution: he made this confession to his Partner (which was condemned also, but repreived, how long I cannot truly tell) Brother I am now going to that place which will create me a Martyr; I am to die, and joyfully do I go unto it, knowing that I die a Saint, because I was always true to the Apostolical sea of Rome; as for my pardon, long since I had it from our Ghostly Father, the Pope; which makes me the more willing to die, insomuch as I know it to be of sufficient force to save my soul.  
O horrid and blasphemous words, of a man which as then had not two hours to live!  
If only the Lamb of God can take away the sins of the World, which is Christ our Saviour; how can the Pope forgive sins: but it is manifested by Scripture, that the Lamb of God can only take away the sins of the World, wherefore the Pope is a deceiver. He bid his friend be constant to Rome; as he ever was, and to fear death no more than he did; that being said, he was guarded to the Cart, and with a cord bound therein, and coming nigh S. Pulchres Church, it is a common use, the Bell tolling there, for the sexton to read a Prayer to those which are to die, and desire the standers by, to pray for the salvation of their souls: This Jesuit all the while he was praying, seemed rather to look upon the Dial to see what hour of the day it was, then to mark what the sexton said: Being come unto Tyburn, the common place of Execution, the Sheriff asked him what his name was, he answered, Waller, notwithstanding he was nicknamed by pick-pockets; then did he ask him in what Religion he died, he answered, a Roman Catholic and a Priest; before the Cart was drawn away the Sheriff bidding him pray, he turned about and gave money to the people, and then by the help of the Hangman, upon his knees he prayed in Latin and crossed himself: And so he ended his most miserable and (I fear) accursed life.  
FINIS.   

 depiction of a hanged man