and the third hardly escaped; and all this wickedness they exercised upon the English, without any provocation given them. Alas! who can comprehend the fears, terrors, anguish, bitterness, and perplexity that seized upon the poor Protestants, finding themselves so suddenly surprized without remedy, and wrapped up in all kind of outward miseries which could possibly by man be inflicted on human creatures. What sighs and groans, trembling and astonishment! What shrieks, cries, and bitter lamentations of wives, children, servants, and friends, howling and weeping, finding themselves without all hope of deliverance from their present miseries! How inexorable were their barbarous tormenters, that compassed them in on every side, without all bowels of compassion, or the least commiseration or pity! Yea, they boasted upon their success, That the day was their own, and that ere long they would not leave one Protestant rogue living, but would utterly destroy every one that had a drop of English blood in them. Their women crying out, Slay them all, the English are fit meat for dogs, and their children are bastards.
These merciless Papists, having set a castle on fire, wherein were many Protestants, they rejoicing said, O how sweetly do they fry?
At Kilkenny, when they had committed many cruel murders, they brought seven Protestants’ heads, one the head of a reverend minister, all which they set upon the market-cross, on a market-day, triumphing, slashing
