For without money, George, A man is but a beast: But bringing money, thou shalt be Always my welcome guest. For shouldst thou be pursued With twenty hues and cryes, And with a warrant searched for With Argus' hundred eyes, Yet here thou shalt be safe; Such privy ways there be, That if they sought an hundred years, They could not find out thee. And so carousing both Their pleasures to content : George Barnwell had in little space His money wholly spent. Which done, to Ludlow straight He did provide to go, To rob his wealthy uncle there; His minion would it so. And once he thought to take His father by the way, But that he fear'd his master had Took order for his stay.* Unto his uncle then He rode with might and main, Who with a welcome and good cheer Did Barnwell entertain. One fortnight's space he stayed, His kinsmen rode with him, Where he did see right plain, Great store of money he had took : When coming home again, *i e. for stopping and apprehending him at his father's. Sudden within a wood, He struck his uncle down, And beat his brains out of his head; So sore he crackt his crown. Then seizing fourscore pound, To London straight he hyed, And unto Sarah Millwood all The cruell fact descryed. Tush, 'tis no matter, George, So we the money have To have good cheer in jolly sort, And deck us fine and brave. Thus lived in filthy sort, Until their store was gone: When means to get them any more, I wis, poor George had none. Therefore in railing sort, She thrust him out of door: Which is the just reward of those Who spend upon a whore. O! do me not disgrace In this my need, quoth he. To the constable she sent, To have him apprehended; And shewed how far, in each degree, He had the laws offended. When Barnwell saw her drift, To sea he got straightway; Where fear and sting of conscience Continually on him lay. Unto the lord mayor then, He did a letter write ; In which his own and Sarah's fault Whereby she seized was And then to Ludlow sent: Where she was judg'd, condemn'd, and hang'd, For murder incontinent. VIII. THE SPANISH VIRGIN, OR EFFECTS OF JEALOUSY. THE subject of this ballad is taken from a folio collection of tragical stories, entitled The theatre of God's judgments, by Dr. Beard and Dr. Taylor, 1642, Part ii. p. 89. The text is given (with corrections) from two copies, one of them in black letter in the Pepys Collection. In this every stanza is accompanied with the following distich by way of burden : |