Brachy-Martyrologia Or, A Brewery of all the greatest Persecutions Which have befallen the Saints and People of God From the Creation to our present Times: Paraphras'd, By Nicholas Billingsly |
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SECT. XXVIII. The Persecution in the time of the Civil Warrs, which began Anno 1562.
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SECT. XXVIII. The Persecution in the time of the Civil Warrs, which began Anno 1562.
The Duke de Guise, as he upon a day
Tow'rds Paris past, took Vassy in his way:
His ears informing him there was a Bell
That rang to service in a Barn, he fell
Thereon with all his troops: his widened throat
Bawl'd out, Kill, death of God, each Huguenote.
Some then with bullets, some with swords, were slain;
Some hang'd; the heads of others cleft in twain:
Some lost their arms and hands; some shred for fowles
To feed upon; above twelve hundred souls
Of all degrees, and ranks, were kill'd: so don
The Duke to Paris march'd, and seiz'd upon
The King himself, and filled with abuses
The places set apart for pious uses,
Roan taken by him, was for three dayes sack'd,
The Citizens thereof disliv'd, and rack'd.
Then menacing to ruinate Orleance,
A young man shot him, to deliver France
From his great violence. Peace was procur'd;
A happy Peace, but it not long endur'd:
The Popish party banishing all pity,
Kill'd all, spar'd none in the Lutetian City.
At Amiens, the slain were thrown in brooks;
All Bibles burned and Divin'ty books.
At Meaux, Sens, Mans, they drag'd some on the stones,
And dash'd against the walls the little ones:
Some had their houses level'd with the ground,
Hundreds were massacred, starv'd, hang'd, or drown'd.
Many were hal'd to Mass; and some re-wedded,
Babes re-baptized; others were beheaded.
At Bar they rip'd up many brests, and draw'd
Mens hearts thereout, & with their teeth them gnaw'd.
Tow'rds Paris past, took Vassy in his way:
His ears informing him there was a Bell
That rang to service in a Barn, he fell
Thereon with all his troops: his widened throat
Bawl'd out, Kill, death of God, each Huguenote.
Some then with bullets, some with swords, were slain;
Some hang'd; the heads of others cleft in twain:
Some lost their arms and hands; some shred for fowles
To feed upon; above twelve hundred souls
Of all degrees, and ranks, were kill'd: so don
The Duke to Paris march'd, and seiz'd upon
The King himself, and filled with abuses
The places set apart for pious uses,
Roan taken by him, was for three dayes sack'd,
The Citizens thereof disliv'd, and rack'd.
Then menacing to ruinate Orleance,
A young man shot him, to deliver France
From his great violence. Peace was procur'd;
A happy Peace, but it not long endur'd:
The Popish party banishing all pity,
Kill'd all, spar'd none in the Lutetian City.
At Amiens, the slain were thrown in brooks;
All Bibles burned and Divin'ty books.
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And dash'd against the walls the little ones:
Some had their houses level'd with the ground,
Hundreds were massacred, starv'd, hang'd, or drown'd.
Many were hal'd to Mass; and some re-wedded,
Babes re-baptized; others were beheaded.
At Bar they rip'd up many brests, and draw'd
Mens hearts thereout, & with their teeth them gnaw'd.
VVhen Malicorn, Montargis town had got,
He slew the towns-men, and with Cannon-shot
Threatned the Lady Rhene to batter down
Her Castle, if she did the Christians own,
Not give them up to him: the Princess stout,
Bravely reply'd: Look what you go about,
I charge you, for there's no man in this Realm
(The King excepted) that can overwhelm
My pinace, with the waves of a command:
And if your battery go on, I'll stand
I'th' breach, to try, whether or no you dare
Thus kill the daughter of a King: I fear
Your threats? not I: I want nor means, nor power
T'avenge me on your boldness, and devour
Your murtherous heart, and utterly deface
The infants of your most rebellious race.
When Malicorn thus heard the Lady say,
He pulled in his horn, and sneak'd away.
At Angers into rivers some were thrown,
Some executed: a gilt Bible shown
Upon an halbard was, and this they sang,
Behold how well the Hug'nots truth doth hang;
Hark what the everlasting God, will tell;
Behold the truth of all the devils in hell:
They throw't i'th' river, and renew'd their sound,
Behold! the truth of all the devils drown'd.
At Ablevilly,, Angers, Foix, Auxerre,
At Troys, Crant, Nevers, Chastillon, and Bar
In Bloys, Tholouse, as also Carcasson,
Many outragious villainies were don.
At Sens, and Tours, hundreds were put to slaughter;
Some hang'd up by one foot, and in the water
Their heads and breasts: the bowels are pluck'd out
Their rip'd-up bellies, and are thrown about
The mi'ry streets: they torture ev'ry joynt,
And stick their hearts upon their daggers point.
A Counsellor was hang'd, at the request
Of his own father, (O unnat'ral brest!)
By the Parisian Senators decree,
The bells are sounded, and the Christians be
Destroy'd in ev'ry place, all their estates
Seiz'd on by Catholicks and run agates.
In Ligneul some they hang'd. The village Aze
They set one fire, and joy'd to see it blaze.
Augustine Marlorate was hang'd at Rhone,
Where streets with slaughter'd carkasses were strown.
In Gaïllac, from a steep precipice
Many were flung down headlong, in a trice
Caught break-neck falls. In Souraze some were cram'd
VVith lime, and down their throats had Urine ram'd.
One Peter Roch, they buried alive
VVithin his self-made grave. They did deprive
Many of all they had, others were crown'd
VVith thorns; and others in a well were drown'd.
One Captain Durre, a godly widdow told
Unless she would produce her hid-up gold,
He'd rost her quick, and after throw her down
From the sublimest tower in the town.
VVell (said she) though I fall, yet shall I stand
Supported by the Lord Almightie's hand.
He made her drink his piss; then in her face
Flung the remainder, and withall the glass.
He claps her up, more torments to abide:
Her friends redeem'd her, but she shortly di'd.
The Prot'stants of Valougne, their dear lives lost,
And souldiers in their houses rul'd the rost.
In Mascon, Bonnet Bor, a rare Divine,
Scoff'd, beaten, drown'd, Lamp-like in heav'n doth shine.
Monsieur Valongues a Minister, they kill'd,
And spurn'd his naked corps: the Mass-Priests fill'd
His mouth and wounds with Bible-leaves, and said,
Preach thou Gods truth, now invocate his aid.
Monluc at Reim brain'd sucking infants, then
The mothers; hang'd above five hundred men.
They sprinkled salt, upon the bleeding wounds
Of one poor mangled man. Monluc confounds
The Protestants in fight, the prisoners
He hangs, especially the Ministers.
Captain Lamoths, he stabs; that will not do,
He thrusts him with a rapier, through, and thro:
And his blasphemous mouth these words lets fly,
Villain, thou in despite of God shalt die.
He prov'd a lyar, though the man endur'd
Such mortal wounds, yet was he strangely cur'd.
In Limoux, Grenoble, Beann, Cisteron,
Normay, and Aurange, many undergon
Hard usage, Ah! what hearts? what tongues? what Quills?
Can think, can speak, can write, those worst of ills?
Females were ravish'd: others drown'd: some kill'd,
Their houses with unruly souldiers fill'd.
Hundreds of women, nay, and children too
Like harmless sheep unto the slaughter go.
Those to blaspheme that would not be constrain'd,
Were with the butt-end of a musket brain'd,
Or hewn as small as herbs unto the pot;
Others rhrown out at windowes, others shot.
A fair young woman, after much disgrace,
Was ravished before her husbands face;
Then forc'd to hold a rapier wherewith
One made her, her own husband kill. A Smith
Because he would not give the devil his soul,
B'ing on his anvil laid, they beat his poul
In pieces with great hammers; some were crush'd
To death with weights, others were harquebush'd.
They dash'd brest-sucking babes against the walls,
And slew the crazy in the hospitals.
No sex, nor age, nor quality they let
So free: all, all was fish that came to net.
He slew the towns-men, and with Cannon-shot
Threatned the Lady Rhene to batter down
Her Castle, if she did the Christians own,
Not give them up to him: the Princess stout,
Bravely reply'd: Look what you go about,
I charge you, for there's no man in this Realm
(The King excepted) that can overwhelm
My pinace, with the waves of a command:
And if your battery go on, I'll stand
I'th' breach, to try, whether or no you dare
Thus kill the daughter of a King: I fear
Your threats? not I: I want nor means, nor power
T'avenge me on your boldness, and devour
Your murtherous heart, and utterly deface
The infants of your most rebellious race.
When Malicorn thus heard the Lady say,
He pulled in his horn, and sneak'd away.
At Angers into rivers some were thrown,
Some executed: a gilt Bible shown
Upon an halbard was, and this they sang,
Behold how well the Hug'nots truth doth hang;
Hark what the everlasting God, will tell;
Behold the truth of all the devils in hell:
They throw't i'th' river, and renew'd their sound,
Behold! the truth of all the devils drown'd.
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At Troys, Crant, Nevers, Chastillon, and Bar
In Bloys, Tholouse, as also Carcasson,
Many outragious villainies were don.
At Sens, and Tours, hundreds were put to slaughter;
Some hang'd up by one foot, and in the water
Their heads and breasts: the bowels are pluck'd out
Their rip'd-up bellies, and are thrown about
The mi'ry streets: they torture ev'ry joynt,
And stick their hearts upon their daggers point.
A Counsellor was hang'd, at the request
Of his own father, (O unnat'ral brest!)
By the Parisian Senators decree,
The bells are sounded, and the Christians be
Destroy'd in ev'ry place, all their estates
Seiz'd on by Catholicks and run agates.
In Ligneul some they hang'd. The village Aze
They set one fire, and joy'd to see it blaze.
Augustine Marlorate was hang'd at Rhone,
Where streets with slaughter'd carkasses were strown.
In Gaïllac, from a steep precipice
Many were flung down headlong, in a trice
Caught break-neck falls. In Souraze some were cram'd
VVith lime, and down their throats had Urine ram'd.
One Peter Roch, they buried alive
VVithin his self-made grave. They did deprive
Many of all they had, others were crown'd
VVith thorns; and others in a well were drown'd.
One Captain Durre, a godly widdow told
Unless she would produce her hid-up gold,
He'd rost her quick, and after throw her down
From the sublimest tower in the town.
VVell (said she) though I fall, yet shall I stand
Supported by the Lord Almightie's hand.
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Flung the remainder, and withall the glass.
He claps her up, more torments to abide:
Her friends redeem'd her, but she shortly di'd.
The Prot'stants of Valougne, their dear lives lost,
And souldiers in their houses rul'd the rost.
In Mascon, Bonnet Bor, a rare Divine,
Scoff'd, beaten, drown'd, Lamp-like in heav'n doth shine.
Monsieur Valongues a Minister, they kill'd,
And spurn'd his naked corps: the Mass-Priests fill'd
His mouth and wounds with Bible-leaves, and said,
Preach thou Gods truth, now invocate his aid.
Monluc at Reim brain'd sucking infants, then
The mothers; hang'd above five hundred men.
They sprinkled salt, upon the bleeding wounds
Of one poor mangled man. Monluc confounds
The Protestants in fight, the prisoners
He hangs, especially the Ministers.
Captain Lamoths, he stabs; that will not do,
He thrusts him with a rapier, through, and thro:
And his blasphemous mouth these words lets fly,
Villain, thou in despite of God shalt die.
He prov'd a lyar, though the man endur'd
Such mortal wounds, yet was he strangely cur'd.
In Limoux, Grenoble, Beann, Cisteron,
Normay, and Aurange, many undergon
Hard usage, Ah! what hearts? what tongues? what Quills?
Can think, can speak, can write, those worst of ills?
Females were ravish'd: others drown'd: some kill'd,
Their houses with unruly souldiers fill'd.
Hundreds of women, nay, and children too
Like harmless sheep unto the slaughter go.
Those to blaspheme that would not be constrain'd,
Were with the butt-end of a musket brain'd,
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Others rhrown out at windowes, others shot.
A fair young woman, after much disgrace,
Was ravished before her husbands face;
Then forc'd to hold a rapier wherewith
One made her, her own husband kill. A Smith
Because he would not give the devil his soul,
B'ing on his anvil laid, they beat his poul
In pieces with great hammers; some were crush'd
To death with weights, others were harquebush'd.
They dash'd brest-sucking babes against the walls,
And slew the crazy in the hospitals.
No sex, nor age, nor quality they let
So free: all, all was fish that came to net.
The Massacre at Paris, Anno 1571.
When the third Civil War in France was ended,A Massacre at Paris was intended,
And put in execution: first of all
They set upon and slew the Admiral;
The watch-word was, the tolling of a bell,
Which rang by break aday: the cut-throats fell
On the attendants of the King of Navar,
And Prince of Conde; not the least of favour
Was shew'd to any: they knock'd down and brain'd
Ten thousand persons: Sein's swift streams were stain'd
With the effused blood; the streets were pav'd
With mangled bodies, not a man was sav'd
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Curtlaces, Pikes, did make away with lives.
The Muskets bouncings! Oh the horrid tones
Of howling murth'rers mix'd with dying grones!
The Lords and Gentlemen were murthered
Some on their houses roofs, and some in bed.
In France (this persecution so encreas'd)
Were thirty thousand Massacred at least.
But let's to some particulars descend;
One Monsieur de la Place was brought t'his end.
And Peter Ramus with his life did part,
(The Kings Professor in that subtile Art)
Thrown from the chamber window, trail'd about
The streets, and whip'd, his bowels falling out.
A villain snatched up a little child,
Who toy'd, and played with his beard, and smil'd,
But he (hard hearted wretch! not mov'd at all,
Drew out his sword, and stabbed it withall,
And cast it all gore-blood into the river:
This gnaws an infant's heart, and he the liver.
Such protestants, as did through fear revolt,
Must in the fore-front, give the first assault,
Or else be kill'd themselves. Some had their grease
Try'd out and sold. They us'd such blasphemies:
Where's now your God? are Psalmes and Prayers come
To this? sure he is either deaf, or dumb.
Let him come save you, if he can: they cry'd,
Kill, kill them all, and let's the spoil divide.
What fearful shrikes, and outcries were there then
Caus'd by these Devils in the shapes of men?
What breaking up of doors? what noise of guns
At Orleance was there heard? confusion runs
In ev'ry street; what trampling of War-Horses?
Rumbling of Carts, that bore away dead coarses!
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That they slew eighteen thousand at the least.
Some of them boasted in the streets aloud,
Th' nad dy'd their doublets in the Hug'nots blood.
At Tholouse, they the call'd-out pris'ners slay,
Not suffring them to speake, much less to pray.
VVhen the Parisian massacre was known,
At Bourdeaux the like cruelty was shown.
How sad was it to see poor Protestants
VVander now here, now there, and none their wants
Supply! Alas unparalelled woes!
Rejected by their friends, destroy'd by foes!
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