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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A51453	A Most excellent ballad of S. George for England and the kings daughter of Ægypt, whom he delivered from death, and how he slew a mighty dragon the tune is Flying fame.		1658 (1658)	Wing M2880A; ESTC R41516	3,588	1

A most excellent Ballad of S. George for England and the Kings daughter of Aegypt whom he delivered from death and how he slew a mighty Dragon The tune is flying fame OF Hectors d●●ds did Homer sing and of the Sack of stately Troy What grief fair Hellen did them bring which was sir Paris only joy And with my pen I must recite S. Georges déeds an English Knight Against the Sarazens full rude fought he full long and many a day Where many Gyants he subdu'd in honour of the Christian way And after many adventures past To Egypt land he came at last And as the story plain doth tell within the Countrey there did rest A dredfull Dragon fierce and fell whereby they were full sore opprest Who by his poysoned breath each day Did many of that City ●lay The grief whereof did grow so great throughout the limits of the land That they their wise men did intreat to shew their cunning out of hand which way they might this Dragon stroy That did their Countrey so annoy The wise men all before the King framed this matter in continent The Dragon none to death might bring by any means they would invent his skin more hard then brass was ●ound that sword or sp●ar can pierce or wound When this the people understood they cryed out most pitiously The Dragons breath infected their blood that they in heaps each day did dye Amongst them such a plague it bred The living scarce could bury the dead No means there was as they could find for to appease this Dragons rage But by a virgin pure and kind whereby they might his fury swage Each day he should a Maiden eat For to allay his hunger great This thing by art the wise men found which truely must observed be Wherefore throuhout the City round a Uirgin pure of good degrée Was by the Kings Commission still Took up to serve the Dragons will Thus did the Dragon● very day a Maiden of the Town devour Till all the Maids were w●rn away and none were left that present hour Saving the Kings fair Daughter bright Her Fathers joy and hearts delght Then came the Officers to the King this heavy message to declare Which did his heart with sorrow sting she is quoth he my Kingdoms heir O let us all be poysoned here Ere she should dye that is my dear Then rose the people presently and to the King in rage they went Who sa●d his daughter dear should dye the Dragons fury to prevent Our daughters all are dead quoth they And have béen made the Dragons prey And by their blood we have béen blest and thou hast sav'd thy life thereby And now in justice it doth rest for us thy daughter so should dye O save my daughter said the King And let me féel the Dragons sting Then fell fair Sabrine on her knée and to her Father then did say O Father strive not thus for me but let me be the Dragons prey It may be for my sake alone This plague upon this Land was shown 'T is better I should dye she said then all your Subjects perish quite Perhaps the Dragon here mas laid for my offence to work this spight And after he hath suckt my gore Your Land shall féel the grief no more What hast thou done my daughter dear for to deserve this heavy scourge It is my fault as may appear which makes ye gods our state to grudge Then ought I die to stint the strife And to preserve thy happy life Like madmen then the people cry'd thy death to us can do no good Our safety only doth abide to make thy daughter Dragons food Lo here am I I come quoth she Therefore do what you will with me Nay stay dear daughter quoth the Quéen and as thou art a Uirgin bright Thou hast for vertue famous been so let me cloath thée all in white And crown thy head with flowers swéet An Ornament for virgins méet And when she was attired so according to het Mothers mind Unto the stake then did she go to which they did this Uirgin bind Who being bound to sta●e and thrall She bad farewell unto them all Farewell dear Father then quoth she and my swéet Mother méek and mild Take you no thought nor w●ep for me for you may have another childe Here for my Countries good I le dye Which I receive most willingly The King and Quéen with all their train with weeping eyes went then their way And let their Daughter there remain to be the hungry Dragons prey But as she did there wéeping lye Behold St. George came riding by And séeing there a Lady bright fast tyed to the stake that day M●st like unto a valiant Knight strait unto her did take his way Till me swéet maiden then quoth he What person thus abused thée And low by Christ his Cross I vow which here is figured on my brest I will revenge it on his brow and break my Lance upon his chest And speaking th●s whereas he stood The Dragon iss●●d out of the wood The Lady that did first espy the dreadfull D●agon coming so Unto St. George aloud did cry and willed ●i● away to go Here comes that cursed fiend ●uoth she That soon will m●ke and end of me St. George then ●●ing round about the fiery Dragon soon espi'd And like a Knig●t of courage stout against him he ●id fi●●cely ride And with such bl●ws he did him gréet That he fell und●r his horse féet FOr with a Lance that was so ●●●ong as he came gaping in his ●ace In at his mouth he thrust it long the which could pierce no other p●ce And there within t●is Ladies vie● This dreadful Dragon then he sle● The savor of his poysoned breath could do this Christian Knight no ●arm Thus did he save the Lady from d●ath and h●me he led her by the Arm Which when Ptolomy d●d sée There was great mirth and melod● When as the famous Kt. Saint G●rge had slain the Dragon in the field And brought the Lady to the C●●r whose sight with joy their hearts●ld He in the Aegyptian Court then stad Till he most falsly was betray'd The Lady Sabrine lov'd him well he counted her his only joy But when their love was open kn●n it provd to Georges great annoy The Morocco King was in the C●rt Who to the Orchard did resort Dayly to take the pleasant Ayre for pleasures sake he us'n to wal● Under a wall whereas he heard St George with Lady Sabrine tak Their love he revealed to the King Which to St George great wo did ●ing These Kings together did devise to make the Christian Knight a●ay With Letters him Embassador they strait way sent to Persia And wrote to Sophy him to kill And Traiterously his blood to spill Thus they for good did him reward with evil and most subtily By much vile means they did devise to work his death most cruelly While he in Persia abode He quite destroy'd Each Idol god Which being done he strait was call into a Dungeon dark and déep But when he thought upon his wrong he bitterly did waile and wéep Yet like a Knight of courage stout Forth of the Dungeon he got out And in the night thrée horsekéepers this valiant Knight by power slew Although he fasted many a day and then away from thence he flew On the best Stéed that Sophy had Which when he knew he was full sad Then into Christendom he came and met a Gyant by the way With whom in combate he did fight most valiantly a Summers day Who yet for all his ●ates of steel was forc'd the sting of death to feel From Christendom this valiant Knight then with warlike Sould●ers past Uowing upon those Heathen Lands to work revenge which at the last E●r thrice three years were gone spent He did unto h●s great con●ent Save only Aegypt Land ●e spa●●● for Sabrine bright her only sake And ere his rage he did suppress he meant a tryal kind to make Ptolomy did know his streng●h in field And un●o him did kindly yield Then he the Morocco King did kill and took fair Sabrine to his wife And after that contentedly with her St George did l●ad her life Who by the vertue of her chain Did still a Uirgin pure remain To England then St George did bring this gallant Lady Sabrine bright An Eunuch also came with him in whom the Lady did delight None but these thrée from Aegypt came Now let me print St Georges fame When they were in a Forrest great the Lady did desire to rest And then St Ge●rge to kill a Deere to feed thereon did think it best Left Sabrine and the Eunuch there While he did go and kill a Deer The mean time in his absence came two hungry Lyons fierce and fell And tore the Eunuch presently in pieces small the truth to tell Down by the Lady then they laid Whereby it seems she was a maid But w●en St George from hunting came and did behold this heavy chance Yet for this lovely Uirgin pure his courage then he did advance And came into the Lions sight Who ran at him with all their might But he being no whit dismay'd but like a stout and valiant Knight Did kill the hungry Lions both within the Lady Sabrines sight But all this while sad and demure She stood there like a Uirgin pure Then when St George did truely know this Lady was a Uirgin pure His doleful thoughts that ere was dumb began most firmly to renew He set her on a paltry steed And towards England came with speed Where he arrived in short while unto his Fathers dwelling place Wherewith his dearest Love he liv'd when fortune did their Nuptials grace They many years of joy did see And led their lives at Coventry Printed for F Coles T. Vere and W. Gilbertson