AN uproar IN THE NORTH, AT hull, About a month since by a company of soldiers against their captain.  
With the particular speeches spoke on either side before the said captain Edward WALBRUCKE was miserably wounded and slain.  
Rebellion is as the sin of Witchcraft.  
By H. T.  
Printed Anno Dom. 1647▪   

AN uproar IN THE NORTH, AT HULL, By a Company of soldiers against their captain Edw. Walbrucke.  
TO desine war is to speak of a bloody theme: of which the subject on which I write forces me unto.  
Pax ubi non est ibi nilhonesti, saith one: where there is no peace honesty hath little to do, as may appear by the ensuing subject. In Hull (the situation of which place I believe few are ignorant of, was a Regiment of soldiers, who having some distaste of their Captain, scorning to be controlled; told him, as he was their captain and commander they honoured him, but if that he went any way to tyrannize over them, he should find a soldier's malice not inferior to a Captains, they said they came thither to fight for their King and country, for whose sakes the best blood in their bodies they would spend, all shouting forth with a general consent cursed be he which fears to die in a just cause, truth we love, but falsehood contemn.  
One better minded soldier then all the rest answered most wisely after this manner: Do but give me the hearing and you shall soon grant how ridiculous this uproar is; wise men never attempt impossibilities; 'tis more easy and lawful for any single arm to quell an army, as to effect with loyalty your intented enterprise. We come hither to fight for our King, & to relieve our country from slavery, but not to raise civil wars amongst ourselves, which of all dissension is the worst: then turning to his captain he speaked thus:  
What magic hath transformed thee from thyself? Where is thy wonted valour? How hast thou lost thy boasted freedom? What new fire burned up thy scorched entrails? What unknown desires invade and take possession of thy soul? All virtuous objects vanished? Hastthou stood the shocks of fierce encounters? Stopped thine ears against all siren notes moving to the least distemper against thy soldiers? What monster is it, which hath drawn thy bark of clemency, (that which wonder hath kept, an honoured and constant course:) into the gulf of a deserved ill fame? and in a moment with thine own hands dig up a grave to bury the momumentall heap of all thy years employed in noble actions: I sorrow for thy fate: we obey thee, and willingly put our own fetters on to grace thy triumph, it were therefore more than cruelty in thee to use us as a tyrant useth to do his servants, for so we are, but not your slaves; wherefore I desire your worship to take consideration.  
The captain with stern look answered thus: Hang consideration.  
When you are hanged all, England is able to furnish me with more I have courage to fetch them in. How durst you only entertain a grumbling syllable in my command? In me great Mavors spoke, my voice did echo in your ears his thunder, and whilst you like so many seaborn Tritons armed only with the trumpet of our injunction you think you are safe now: who durst but dispute it or make it questionable, if this moment I charge ye from yond hanging cliff that glazes his rugged forehead in the neighbour lake to throw yourselves down head long: Or like faggots to fill the ditches of defended forts while on your backs I march up to the breach.  
One stout soldier answered, that would not I, (which forced the captain for to frown) but yet said the soldier: I dare as much as any of great Britain's boldest soldiers.  
At which the captain answered, add one syllable more, thou dost pronounce a sentence that Earthquake-like will swallow thee: but yet obey me according to my mind and I am yours.  
With a unanimus consent they thus answered:  
Thy flatteries we despise, thus spit at them, and scorn them, and being armed in the assurance of our innocent virtue, we stamp upon all doubts, all fears, all tortures, thy barbarous, cruelty, or villainy can show upon us: thou art false, falser than Romish religion, more savage than the beat or she lion would of her whelps, we have been long burdened with the yoke of your tyrannising command, and now at length are resolved to shake it off, we do intend to make no Idol of you, nor as our late Temporizers did to the Altar, bow and bend to you any more upon these terms, for since you seem to forget your love to us, we scorn to tender our servie to you: At which like so many ravening wolves to devour a sheep or lamb, so ran they upon him and took away his life.  
He exercised tyranny over them, and they inhumanity over him, they acted their parts tragically, and he died most miserably. Alas! who knows whither with his body they slew his soul also. Commanders of what degree soever, mark this my admonition, Let not your rage, excel reason let not pride oversway you which is a vice by which many fall. Let not your thought be lifted up higher than it becomes.  
If men be your servants, make them not your slaves, for fiery spirits are not soon quenched witness the fierce fire which was kindled against this captain. It is scarce within the compass of patience to endure the tyranny of a King, much less a King's servant.  
As it is the part of a King parcere subiectis, so it is also Vibellare superbos. Who pluck down the proud, such whose spirits and ambitious thoughts the highest sphere will not contain▪ with Icaris his wings, many will soar aloft, although the son melt the wax, and they christian more seas; also there are many fool hardy, or rather arrogant Phaeton's, whose ambitious mind, will desire to rule Phoebus hi● horses, although they burn the world, the little world I mean, their own souls. I have done with my admonition to Commanders, now in a few lines I will admonish all common soldiers, and so conclude. You which are common soldiers let obedience steer your actions; let not rebellion lurk privily in your hearts, I say make not your hearts like so many closets, to keep privy conspiracies hid, for rebellion is a horrid crime which God will punish either in this world or the world to come, be sure you obey your King, and be not disobedient to your commanders; if they be bad pray unto God to mend them, but do not you with your unpartial sword end them.  
Let this rebellious uproar at Hull be a cause to make others civil, llet their enormities, make others cease to be vicious: let their cruelty teach others to be merciful: let their malice be a cause of others love:  
This GOD of his gracious mercy grant: Amen.  
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