BLOODY NEWS FROM NORWICH: OR, A True Relation of a bloody attempt of the Papists in Norwich, to consume the whole City by fire.  
Which they had begun to put in practice setting a house a fire, at the lower end of High-Bridge-street, burning it to the ground, but by God's mercy, they were hindered from doing any more mischief.  
Likewise here is added the last bloody News from Jreland. Consisting of a bloody Tragedy acted upon the body of the Lord Coffeld a Protestant, conspired by Sir Philip Moneale a Treacherous and bloody Rebel, With the like cruelty done to Mr. Jronmonger, by the Rebels, also after what manner he being slain, they committed his Father to prison, and threw his wife and children out of doors naked.  
With the Relation of how many Wagons went out of London, laden with ammunition to be conveyed to Ireland, for the use of our distressed Brethren, the Protestants the 2. of Decemb.  
LONDON, Printed for john Greensmith. 1641.   

News from Nerwich.  
WIll mourning never cease, nor lamentation have an end? Will Treachery never be exiled this Land, but still have its harbour here: O ye blood thirsty Papists, what are your intents? Do you think that there is not a just God above, who doth see and behold all your wicked designs? Have you been fostered up in this Nation as Aesop's Ploughman did the Sneake which he redeemed from the oppression of the cold to destroy us? How often hath God repelled the force of your wicked machinations and damnable Plots and yet will you take no warning? Do you think because you escape punishment for a time that God will suffer you for ever? No no assure yourselves that Jehovah is just? Do not you duly read your wicked enterprises presented to the common view of the whole world, and yet will you daily increase your mischievous Plots, one of which I am to declare intended for the destruction of Norwichs  
Upon the 17. day of Novemb. 1641, was there a great uproar in Norwich concurning the Papists arising there, they being intended to burn the whole City without any remorse, two being appointed privily for the same purpose, one to begin at one end of the City, and the second at the other end, the one was discovered being about to set fire to a tharcht house, the other he set the house on fire joining to High Bridge street, which was burnt to the ground, to the great assonishment of the whole City, but now there, is strong watching and warding in every corner of the City to prevent further danger.   

From Ireland the 25. of November.  
TO what a miserable height of wickedness is this world grown too, when one friend shall not know how to trust the other, as shall now by this ensuing bloody Story be discovered.  
My Lord Coffeld and Sir Philip Moneale being very intimate & familiar friends, were wont constantly once in two weeks to visit each other, my Lord coming to his house with some 6. men attending on him, and so likewise, Sir Pilip with the same attendance, my Lord having been at the house of Sir Philip, desired Sir Philip to come upon a time appointed unto him, within a fortnight Saint Philip according to his promise, came to visit Lord Cofeld but it proved a very bloody visitation, yet notwith handing they second all to be very metry and frolic at the first, but Sr. Philip would always be looking out of the window into the yard, whereupon the Lord Coffeld called to Sir Philip to come unto the fire because it was cold, but Sir Philip had a secret fire burning in his breast which warmed him, wherefore fire still continued looking out of the window, where he perceived men ent●t in to the Lord Coffelds house, by several numbers, sometime four at a time, othertimes 6 or 7, till they came to the number of about three hundred, but as they came they went in at a back door, which St. Philip Moneale perceiving, he spako to the Lord Coffeld saying, now my Lord you are my Prisoner, but he taking it as a jest, spoke merrily: nay Sr. Philip you are my Prisoner, meaning because he was in his Lordship's house at that present, upon which words Sir Philip had the doors opened, then entered in the Rebels and seized upon the Lord Cofields' person, dismounting his Ordinance from his house top, and afterward slew him, and pillaged his house.  
O yuheard of treachery against so loving a friend, but I must not stand in admiration of this because I have as bloody to relate.  
The Rebels hearts in Jreland are set upon nothing but mischiefs, and bloody villainy, came into the house of Mr. Jronmonger, and acted such a Tragedy 〈◊〉 should the bloody Chronicle wherein is registered all the inhuman acts whichever were done be searched, this act of theirs is not to be paralleled. Which was thus.  
They (the Rebels I mean) entering into the house, seized upon the old man Mr. Jremongers' father, and haled him out of the house to prison.  
Then did they drag the man himself, from the fide of his tender wife, and children, and threw him upon the table, where before his wife's face with a hatchet, in a most Lamentable manner, cut off his head, and then with the same harchet did they mangle his quarters, which being done, they rance upon his wife, and children, and naked as they were, threw them out of doors.  
Thus do these bloody minded Rebels, daily act their villainy, by persecuting and murdering the poor Protestants.  
But now by the help of God, we do not fear but their forces shall be over thrown, and their villainies have a period, insomuch as upon Thursday being the second of Decemb. there went out of London, above forty wagons laden with Powder, Match, and Bullets, which are to be conveyed to Westchester, and so by ship to be transported to Ireland, to arm those poor oppressed Protestants which stand in need of them.  
O God of thy great mercy comfort them speedily, lest their Enemies boast, and say, where is now now their God.  
FINIS.   


O hone, O hone.