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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A72141	The tragicall and true historie which happened betwene two English louers. 1563 written by Ber. Gar. 1565.	B. G. (Bernard Garter); Brooke, Arthur, d. 1563. Romeus and Juliet.	1565 (1565)	STC 11631; ESTC S125227	50,247	126

why the one a Ruffyn olde in whome no drop of blood there euer was that did enforce or moue him vnto good The other was a famous man though young a worthy knight Such one as did the bloddy man for vertue sake dispight Oh lord with cruell strokes how ofte do they encounter heare how roundly doth the one lay on that doth the other beare How many doe with weping eyes as they may do full well Lament the churlish chaunce alas that theare that day befell And eke bewaile the harmfull hap of those that here did trie theire manhod and their mighty force wherof the one must dye How were the harts of some apalde how do some other quake to see the bluddy blowes were geuen which onely death must slake And those that loeud theire prince and realme had heare no power to chose But to bewaile the deathes of those the Realme was like to lose Alas when blood on either side had blynded so the face of those did fight as by theire piers they parted were a space And proyned were as is the guise buf to renew theire breth howe sharply doth the one again pursue the others death Oh cruel fight thus helde and sharpe whose stripes are dealt so sore as still the wished victory hanges doubtfull more and more Vnhappy thrusts that then were thrown and sore did hurt the knight But yet the traytours harme was suche as he no more could fight Then prostrate lying in the grounde thus to the knight he spake Not of desert but of despight at first this quarel brake Wherefore before this company I do the mercy crye and claime the cler and graunt my selfe most worthy for to dye Oh lorde the thundring noys that flewe with skriches shrill and hye From mouthes of men to him in heauen that guydes the starry skye And gaue him thankes that he had causde the truthe thus to be knowne and that the guylty man was by the guyltles ouerthrowne Wherewith the knight forgaue the falte yet payde to him his dewe and with his sworde he thrust him in and so the traytour slewe Amazd I am here to expresse the seconde crye and shute that ioy did make to passe the mouthes of all the famous rowte That looked on and praysed god that he was ridde from blame whose lust desert did claime by right to be the childe of fame Whose golden trump did sound ful farre how did the knight him trye and how he causde the traytour so by puissaunt arme to dy It cometh to the Ladyes eare what act her knight had done howe that in fight he slew his foe and kepte his honour wone Which wrought in her and all her frendes such perfect ioye and blesse as nowe they thought them selues cut of from care and heauines For fame not yet had spred abrode the knightes most cruell wounde nor how in chayre he was brought home nor how he ganne to swound Nor how that present night alas that famous man did dye Nor how his solgers and his frindes like children roare and crye Nor how he is brought to the church with mourning of the dromes Nor howe the knight is brought to graue with mightie shot of gonnes Nor howe his ensigne trayled is with sorrow on the grounde Nor how nothing but sobbes and teares in all the towne is founde This resteth dead they ioy a pace they shoot at other marke vntill the comming home alas of the vnhappy bark Then is this tidinges tolde at large to soone the lady heares Her heauy harte noulde let her speake nor could she shed her teares But streight she casted vp her sight vnto the clowdy skie She set a grone which rent her hart and therwithall did crye vnto that god from whome doth glyde the golden glistring sonne From sight of whome no wight at all hath power him selfe to shonne And said oh mighty king of gods oh thou that lieust for ay Impute it not to me for sinne that loue doth force me saye Didst thou not giue to me a man that nature did adorne with giftes of grace that did excell the rest that ere were borne The secrete substaunce of the soule in him did eke habounde And nothing but thy feare and grace within that man was founde And that I should the vertues touch which to the body long Didst thou not send him helth olorde and maedst his body strong And deckst him with eche honour that this worlde might to him yelde and sentst him worship which he woon by stretched arme in fielde How couldst thou then in fragrant youth amidst his honor got By traytours hand let him be slaine whome coulde no Treason spot Ah that I wretched wight haue cause with the thus to dispute whome all the worlde no sainct nor deuill is hable to confute What should I curse my fate oh lord or rather craue to dye Or should I piers the mighty heauens with hye and hugye crie Since that my cursed chaunce is such as neither can I haue my loue alyue nor yet my selfe be buried in his graue Well well oh lorde remyt my sinnes euen through thy mercy most wherwith she stretched fourth her armes and yelded vp the gost Much strogling was but none auayle her sences all were gone Her lymbes were stiffe her body straight as colde as marble stone Thamased mother sawe this chaunce and ruthfully she spake To this effect did I poore soule all this preparaunce make Then let the worlde and those that liue yf aught be left take all and for thy mercyes sake good lord send me my fattall fall Let me not liue and lead my life a barren wife in age Nor yet to ronn the rufull race of rigours that do rage But since thou hast in soddeine sorte bereft me of my sonne And of my daughter to whose lyues had yet long race to ronne And that I can nor may not aske theire liues againe to haue Graunt at the least that I may be a fellow in her graue And so our boddyes may againe in coffyn iointly lye That like as she by me did liue so I by her may dye Herewith her face did wax full pale her body gan to faint and easy was god knoweth to spye how death could her attaint She shriked out and said oh death I feele thy force begins Oh god for Christes sake do graunt forgeunes of my sinnes Wherwith she did geue vp the gost as did her child before her fatall threde was shride in twayne and she coulde liue no more For neither coulde their force nor might no bowing downe nor payne reuoke her traunce nor bring to her her lothed life againe The father sawe that he had lost his daughter sonne and wife Would faine haue dyed but yet doth last his heauy hated life The seruauntes and the neighbours all and many men vnknowne do tast the dolefull heauines that these theire deathes haue sowen In aunshent howshold tombe the dame and childe Sepulture haue and many conning Epitaphs is set vppon their graue And those that knewe them euery one and sees the siers vnrest Do iudge of both the wemens hap in sorrow was the lest God graunt him quyet life to lyue his cares away to pluck God send eche loue so true a harte yet lorde some better lucke Finis B. G. ¶ Imprinted at London in Fletestrete within Temple barre at the signe of the hande and starre by Richard Tottyll Anno. 1565.