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A good Example against wicked Blasphemers, of vvhat estate soeuer they be.
AT Stondon a little vilage 20. miles from London, not far frō ye high way to Cambridge, where for a time the writer her∣of did abide, auoiding the great plague that then was in Lō∣don and also in Cambridge, a Gentleman that was named mayster Barington, whose wife was afterwarde maryed in Cambridge to one mayster Carington, and of her also he (the authour of this prodigie) hearde the same: the sayd Gentleman Barington, was a greate swearer, and did customablye vse great othes, specially by the blood of oure Lorde, and vpon a Sonday or else a festiuall holy day, he went forth on hū∣ting or hauking, and nothing spéeding after his mind, he came vnto an ale∣house, at a thorow faire called Puckrych, 5. miles from Ware, in the high way to Cambridge, the one side of the which thorowfare was in the sayde parrish of Stondon, where the Gentleman was, and called for drinke, and a∣non he began to sweare after his vnhappy custome, saying, by Gods blood this day is vnhappy, & wtin a while after in swearing so, he bled at the nose and therewith more and more vexed, he began to raile and blaspheme the name of God, in swearing passion, woundes, flesh, nayles, blood and body, till at the last he fell farther to bléede at the eares, at the eyes, at his wrests, the ioynts of his hands, and of al his body, at the Nauil and foundament, in maruailous great quantitie and streames of blood, loathsomelye blea∣ring out his tongue in a fearefull manner as black as pitche, so that no per∣son durst come nere him: this continued till the Diuell and death had made an ende of him: on the morrow they layde thē body on a carte, carying it to Stondon: the body bléeding after a strange sort, was buryed in the high way. A manifest token of Gods heauie displeasure againste swearers and abu∣sers of the Saboth.
In the Iland of Iseland there are 3. very high mountains, ye tops of which are very white with snowe, & from the top towarde the foote issueth fire, ye first which lieth towardes ye weast is called Heccla, ye other Mons Crisis, the third Helga▪ that is, holy, &c. Whē Hecla rageth, he maketh a noise like hor∣rible thūder, he casteth out huge stones, he vomiteth out brimstone, he doth couer the earth al about so far with ye ashes yt he auoideth, yt it cannot be in∣habited for the space of 20. mile. They which desire to search out ye nature of so gret a burning, & for ye cause come nere ye burning, some one hole vpon the sodayne swalloweth them aliue, for there are many so couered wt ashes that no man can sufficiētly beware of them, & also thereby fire issueth out, which doth consume water, but it doth not burne flaxe: that place of some