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cause_n	death_n	great_a	weep_v	1,440	5	10.0569	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20133	Strange histories, or, Songs and sonnets, of kinges, princes, dukes, lords, ladyes, knights, and gentlemen and of certaine ladyes that were shepheards on Salisburie plaine : very pleasant either to be read or songe, and a most excellent warning for all estates / by Thomas Delone.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1612 (1612)	STC 6568; ESTC S1079	30,294	97

are to kind to him quoth she hence foorth more straighter looke you be And in their wrighting subtilly they sent them word that he should die The Lord Matreuers all dismayd vnto sir Thomas Gurney said The Queene is much displeas'd quoth hee for Edwards too much liberty And by her Letters doth bewray that soone hest all be made away T is best Sir Thomas then replide the Queenes wish should not be denide whereby we shall haue her good will and keepe our selues in credite still How the King was poysoned and yet hee escaped and afterward how when they saw thereby he was not dispatched of life they locked him in a most noysome filthy place that with the stincke thereof he might be choaked and when that preuailed not how they thrust a hotte burning Spitte into his Fundament till they had burnt his Bowels within his Body whereof he dyed Cant. 9. To the tune of How can the Tree THe Kings curst Keepers ayming at reward hoping for fauour of the furiours Queene On wretched Edward had they no regard far from their hearts was mercy mooued cleene Wherefore they mingle Poyson with his meate which made the man most fearefull for to eate For by the state he often times suspected the venome couched in a daintie dish Yet his faire Body was full sore infected so ill they spiced both his Flesh and Fish But his strong nature all their craft beguiles the Poyson breaking forth in Blaines and Biles An vgly scabbe ore-spreads his lilly skinne foule Botches breake vpon his manly face Thus sore without and sorrowfull within the dispis'd man doth liue in wofull case Like to a Lazer did he then abide that shewes his sores a long the high waies side But when this practise proou'd not to their minde and that they saw he liu'd in their despight An other damnd deuice then did they finde by stinking sauours for to choake him quite In an odde corner did they locke him fast hard by the which their Carrion they did cast The stinck whereof might be compar'd wel-nie to that foule Lake where cursed Sodome stood That poysoned Birdes which ouer it did flie euen by the sauour of that filthy mudde Euen so the smell of that corrupted Den was able for to choake ten thousand men But all in vaine it would not doe God wot his good complexion still droue out the same Like to the boyling of a seething Pot that castes the scamme into the fiery flame Thus still he liu'd and liuing still they sought his death whose downefall was already wrought Lothing his life at last his Keepers came into his Chamber in the dead of night And without noyse they entred soone the same with weapons drawne torches burning bright Where the poore prisoner fast a sleepe in bed lay on his belly nothing vnder 's head The which aduantage when the murderers saw a heauie Table on him they did throw Wherewith awakt his breath he scant could drawe with vvaight thereof they kept him vnder so And turning vp the cloathes aboue his hips to hold his legges a couple quickly skips Then came the Murtherers one a horne had got which far into his fundament downe he thrust An other with a Spit all burning hot the same quite through the horne he strongly pusht Among his intrailes in most cruell wise forcing heereby most lamentable cryes And vvhile vvithin his body they did keepe the burning spit still rovvling vp and dovvne Most mournefull the murthered man did vveepe vvhose vvailefull noise vvakt many in the tovvne Who gessing by his cries his death drevv neere tooke great compassion on the noble peere And at vvhich bitter screeke vvhich did make they praid to God for to receiue his soule His ghastly grones inforst their hearts to ake yet none durst goe cause the Bell to towle Ha mee poore man alacke alacke he cryed and long it was before the time he dyed Strong was his heart and long it was God knowes ere it would stoope vnto the stroke of Death First was it wounded with a thousand woes before he did resigne his vitall breath And beeing murdred thus as you do heare no outward hurt vpon him did appeare This cruell murder being brought to passe the Lord Matreuers to the court did hie To shew the Queene her will performed was great recompence he thought to get thereby But when the Queene the sequell vnderstands disembling she weepes and wrings her hands Accursed traytor hast thou slaine quoth she my noble wedded Lord in such a sort Shame and confusion euer light on thee oh how I greeue to heere this vile report Hence cursed catiue from my sight she said that hath of mea wofull widdow made Then all a basht Matreuers goes his way the saddest man that euer life did beare And to Sir Thomas Gurney did bewray What bitter speech the Queene did giue him there Then did the Queene outlaw them both together and banisht them faire Englands bounds for euer Thus the dissembling Queene did seeke to hide the heynous act by her owne meanes effected The knowledge of the deed she still denide that she of murder might not be suspected But yet for all the subtilty she wrought the trueth vnto the world was after brought FINIS The dolefull lamentation of the Lord Matreuers and Sir Thomas Gurney being banished the realme Cant 9. To the tune of Light of loue ALas that euer that day we did see that false smiling fortune so ficke should be Our miseries are many our woes without end to purchase vs fauour we both did offend Our deedes haue deserued both sorrow and shame but woe worth the persons procured the same Alacke and alacke with griefe may vve cry that euer vve forced King Edvvard to dye The Bishop of Hereford ill may he fare he vvrot vs a letter rare To Kill princely Edvvard feare not it is good thus much by his letter vve then vnderstood But curst be the time that we tooke it in hand to follow such councell and wicked commaund Alacke and alacke with griefe we may crye that euer we forced King Edward to dye Forgiue vs sweete Sauiour tha● damnable deed which causeth with sorrow our harts for to bleed And take compassion vpon our distresse put farre from thy presence our great wickednes With teares all bedewed for mercy we cry and do not the penitent mercy deny Alacke and alacke with griefe we may say that euer we made King Edward away For this haue we lost our goods and our land our Castles and Towers so stately that stand Our Ladies and babies are turn'd out of doore like comfortlesse caitiues both naked and poore Both friendlesse and fatherlesse do they complaine for gone are their comforts that should them maintaine Alacke and alacke and alas may we cry that euer we forced King Edward to dye while they go wringing their hands vp downe in seeking for succour from towne to towne All wrapped in wretchednesse do we remaine tormented perplexed in dolour