Jane Thwaites . I live in Portland-street by Soho Square , and sell stockings, ribons, &c . the prisoner came into our shop Aug. 8th. about two in the afternoon; he ask'd if I had any figur'd ribons, I said I did not sell such; he said I am surpriz'd you don't, I hope you'll allow them to be the more fashionable; I was then behind my counter: I said I had many others, he stood in a pause, and at last said, may be I may buy some, so he chose to look at them; there was another man belonging to him stood at the door, which he call'd John. I took him out one drawer, he seem'd very difficult, I took him out another, still he was difficult in the colour, &c. some look'd
Q. What are these ribbons worth?
Q. How can you take upon you to say this ribbon is yours?
Jane Thwaites. I had just given him one piece out of my hand, and the other, we have not such a piece in the shop for colour and quantity, but that; and the figures for the selling mark are my own hand writing.
James Thwaites . I am the prosecutor; on the 8th of Aug. about 2 o'clock I was coming home, I saw this man at the compter, and another staid at the door; I being in a red coat they might not imagine I belong'd to the shop; he at the door did not get out of the way to let me in, so I went to the other door, and came through my parlour, the parlour door faces the compter. At coming into the shop, the first sight I saw, was the prisoner putting a piece of green ribbon into his pocket, in the inside his coat under his right arm, which he took from off the compter; I went up to him, he made me a bow; I told him what he had put there was not his, but my property; he d - n'd me for a villain, and said, he had none but what he had paid for; then the servant ran away, and we saw him no more. I took out two pieces from that pocket, one green, the other scarlet, and flung them on the compter, while we scuffled together; said I, you have more in your pocket, and you shall not go away with them; he swore he would murder me, and endeavoured to get away; he took a knife out of his last hand pocket, and gave me this cut on my forehead; the scar was just above the eyebrows, about 2 inches long. I was blind for 5 days; then he d - n'd me again, but I laid hold then on his shoulder, then he gave me a cut on my left hand and disabled me. It was a long cut down the back of his hand; by the scar it seem'd as though it had went through, into the palm of his hand; and in the hualing, the palm was draw'd together. My surgeon is now in court, who computed I had lost a gallon of blood from these wounds. I belong to the army, but now am not capable of doing duty more; he got away, I call'd out stop thief; many of my neighbours went in pursuit of him.
Q. Are these two pieces of ribbons your property?
Thwaites. I cannot directly swear to them; I believe they are the same; the constable has had them ever since.
William Hall. I live about 300 yards from the prosecutor; I saw the prisoner without hat or wig making his escape, running to go into the field; he had a long knife in his hand; he cry'd take care, let me go, the bailiffs are after me, the bailiffs are after me, waving the knife about; I
Prisoner's Defence. I was to go to a christening, and I thought it would be requisite to make presents to the women, so I went to this shop to buy some ribbons; I paid for every yard I bought; the man says he took these ribbons out of my pocket, but he took them out of my hand. When I was examined before justice Trent Mr . Salt was there; Mr. Salt asked what they had to alledge against me; she said she did not know she lost any thing at all, but her husband said I had robbed him of a piece of green ribbon; Mr. Salt asked him if he could tell what quantity, he said no; she there swore to but 3 s. 4 d. she was told that was only transportation; she said she thought that would hang me; then she took up a piece of scarlet, and said, I can swear to this, and you can swear to more.
Q. to Prosecutor. Are you sure you saw the prisoner put the ribbon into his pocket?
Thwaites. I did, my lord, and I took them out.
Mrs. Thwaites. I saw my husband take them out.
Prisoner I desire Mr. Salt may be called.
Mr. Salt sworn.
The prosecutor and his wife agreed in what they there swore, the same they have done now; she swore to the value of 8 s. 4 d. they swore first to the green, then to the scarlet.
Guilty Death .