Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1813 edition. Excerpt: ...belly, as formerly, but locked it only to one side. In this posture they rode some miles beyond Northampton, when, on a sudden, one of the keepers had a necessity to untruss, and so the other and Coleman stood still; by-and-by the other keeper desired a whole day. Now we come to his death, which happened as follows: the Sunday night before he died, his wife and he being at supper in their garden-house, she being pleasant, told him that she had been informed he could resolve, whether man or wife should die first; Whether shall I (quoth she) bury you or no? Oh Trunco, for so he called her, thou wilt bury me, but thou wilt much repent it. Yea, but how long first? I shall die, said he, ere Thursday night. Monday came, all was well. Tuesday came, he not sick. Wednesday came, and Coleman to hold his horse, for he had occasion also: Coleman immediately took one of their swords, and ran through two of the horses, killing them stark dead; gets upon the other, with one of their swords; farewell gentlemen, quoth he, tell my master I have no mind to be whipped in Leicestershire, and so went his way. The two keepers, in all haste, went to a gentleman's house near at hand, complaining of their misfortune, and desired of him to pursue their prisoner, which he, with much civility granted; but ere the horses could be got ready, the mistress of the house came down, and enquiring what the matter was, went to the stable, and commanded the horses to be unsaddled, with this sharp speech: Let the Lady Beaumont, and her daughters live honestly; none of my horses shall go forth upon this occasion. I could relate many such stories of his performances; as also what he wrote in a book left behind him, viz. This I made the devil write with his own hand, in Lambeth...
