The unnatural Wife:  
Or, The lamentable Murder, of one goodman Davis', Lockesmith in Tutle-streete, who was stabbed to death by his Wife, on the 29. of june, 1628. For which fact, She was Arraigned, Condemned, and Adjudged▪ to be Burnt to Death in Smithfield, the 12. july 1628.  
To the tune of Bragandary.  
 

IF woeful objects may excite,  
the mind to ruth and pity,  
Then here is one will thee affright  
in Westminster's fair City:  
A strange inhuman Murder there,  
To God, and Man as doth appear:  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

But God that rules the host of Heaven,  
did give me over to sin,  
And to vild wrath my mind was given,  
which long I lived in;  
But now too late I do repent,  
And for the same my heart doth rend:  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

Let all cursed Wives by me take heed,  
how they do, do the like,  
Cause not thy Husband for to bleed,  
nor lift thy hand to strike;  
Lest like to me, you burn in fire,  
Because of cruel rage and ire:  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

A Lockesmith late in Westminster,  
my Husband was by trade,  
And well he lived by his Art,  
though oft I him ubbraide;  
And often times would chide and brawl,  
And many ill names would him call▪  
oh murder,  
most inhuman.  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

The second part.  
 

I And my Husband forth had been▪  
at Supper at that time,  
When as I did commit that sin,  
which was a bloody crime;  
And coming home he then did crave,  
A Shilling of me for so have:  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

I vowed he should no Money get,  
and I my vow did keep,  
Which then did cause him for to fret,  
but no wit makes me weep;  
And then in striving for the same,  
I drew my knife unto my shame:  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

Most desperately I stabbed him then,  
with this my fatal knife,  
Which is a warning to Women,  
to take their Husband's life;  
Then out of doors I straight did run,  
And said that I was quite undone,  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.   

My Husband I did say was slain,  
amongst my Neighbours there,  
And to my house they straight way came,  
being possessed with fear;  
And then they found him on the floor,  
Stark dead all weltering in his goore,  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my Husband's blood.    

To the same Tune.  

Life fain I would have fetched again,  
but now it was too late,  
I did repent I him had slain,  
in this my heavy state;  
The Constable did bear me then  
Unto a justice with his men:  
oh murder, etc.   

Then justice me to Newgate sent,  
until the Sessiors came,  
For this same foul and bloody fact,  
to answer for the same;  
When at the Bar I did appear,  
The jury found me guilty there:  
oh muther, etc.   

The judge gave sentence thus on me▪  
that back I should return  
To Newgate, and then at a Stake,  
my bones and fl●sh should burn  
To ashes, in the wind to fly,  
Upon the Earth, and in the Sky▪  
oh murder, etc.   

Upon the twelfth of juely now,  
I on a Hurdle placed,  
Unto my Execution drawn,  
by weeping eyes I passed;  
And there in Smithfield at a Stake,  
My latest breath I there did take:  
oh murder, etc.   

And being chained to the Stake,  
both Reeds and Faggots then  
Close to my Body there was set,  
with Pitch, Tar, and resin,  
Then to the heavenly Lord I prayed,  
That he would be my strength and aid▪  
oh murder,  
most inhuman,  
To spill my husband's blood.   

Let me a warning be to Wives,  
that are of hasty kind,  
Lord grant that all may mend their lives▪  
and bear my death in mind,  
And let me be the last I pray,  
That ere may dye by such like way.  
Oh Father  
for thy Son's sake,  
Forgive my sins for aye.    
FINIS.   

Printed at London for M.T. Widow.