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B04113
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A lamentable ballad of fair Rosamond, King Henry the Second's concubine, who was put to death by Queen Elinor, in the famous bower of Woodstock, near Oxford. To the tune of, Flying fame, &c.
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1659
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Wing L255A; ESTC R179931
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A Lamentable BALLAD Fair ROSAMOND King Henry the Second's Concubine Who was put to Death by Queen ELINOR in the Famous Bower of Woodstock near Oxford To the Tune of Flying Fame c. Licens'd and Enter'd according to Order WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the Second of that Name Besides the Queen he dearly lov'd a fair and comely Dame Most peerless was her beauty found her favour and her face A sweeter Creature in this World did never Prince imbrace Her crisped locks like threads of gold appear'd to each Man's sight Her comely eyes like orient pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her cristal cheeks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her name was called so To whome Dame Elinor our Queen was known a deadly Foe The King therefore for her Defence against the furious Queen At Woodstock builded such a Bower the like was never seen Most curiously that Bower was built of Stone and Timber strong A hundred and fifty Doors did to this Bower belong And they so cunningly contriv'd with turnings round about That none but with a Clew of Thread could enter in or out And for his Love and Lady's sake that was so fair and bright The keeping of this Bower he gave unto a valiant Knight But Fortune that doth often frown where it before did smile The King's Delight the Lady's Ioy full soon she did beguile For why the King 's Vngracious Son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised Wars within the Realm of France But yet before our Comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his Farewel thâ—s he took My Rosamond my only Rose that pleasest best mine eye The fairest Flower in all the World to feed my fantasie The Flower of my affected Heart whose sweetness doth excel My Royal Rose a hundred times I bid thee now farewel For I must leave my fairest Flower my sweetest Roâ—e a space And cross the Seas to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose bâ— sure thou shalt my coming shortly see And in my heart wâ—en hence I am I 'll bear my Rose with me When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her â—rieved heart her outward looâ—s did show And from her clear â—nd cristal eyes the tears gusht out apace Which like the silvâ—â— pearled dew ran down her coâ—ely face Her lips like to thâ— corral red did wax both waâ— and pale And for the sorrow â—â—e conceiv'd her vital spirits â—id fail And falling down alâ— in a swound before King Henry's face Full oft within his Pincely Arms her body did imbrâ—ce And twenty times with watery eyes he kist her tender châ—ek Vntil he had reviv'd again her sense mild and meek Why grieves my Rose my sweetest Rose the king did often sâ—y Because quoth she to bloody Wars my Lord must pass away But since your Grace in Forraign Coasts amongst your Foes unkind Must go to hazerd life and limb why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page thy Sword and Target bear That on my breast the Blow may light that should offend you there O let me in your Royal Tent prepare your Bed at night And with sweet baths refresh your Grace at your return from Fight So I your Presence may injoy no toyl I will refuse But wanting you my Life is Death which doth true Love abuse Content thyself my dearest Love thy rest at home shall be In England's sweet and pleasant Soil for Travel fits not thee Fair Ladies brook no bloody Wars sweet Peace their pleasures breed The Nourisher of Heart's Content which Fancy first did feed My Rose shall rest in Woodstock-Bower with Musick sweetly dight Whilst I among the piercing Pikes against my Foes do fight My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall dance the Galliards of my Love while I my Foes do smite And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Love's Defence Be careful of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence And therewithal he fetcht a sigh as though his heart would break And Rosamond for very Grief not one plain word could speak And at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace was past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Woodstock came anon And forth she calls this trusty Knight which kept this curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined Thread came from the famous Flower And when that they had wounded him The Queen his Thread did get And went where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set But when the Queen with stedfast eye beheld her heavenly face She was amazed in her mind at her exceeding Grace Cast off from thee these Robes she said that rich and costly be And drink thou up this deadly Draught which I have brought to thee But presently upon her knees sweet Rosamond did fall And Pardon of the Queen she crav'd for her offences all Take pity on my youthful years fair Rosamond did cry And let me not with Poison strong enforced be to die I will renounce my sinful Life and in some Cloyster ' bide Or else be banished if you please to range the World so wide And for the Fault that I have done though I was fore'd thereto Preserve my life and punish me as you think good to do And with these words her lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her comely face proceeded many a tear But nothing could this furious Queen there with appeased be The Cup of deadly Poyson strong as she sat on her knee She gave this comely Dame to drink who took it in her hand And from her bended knee arose and on her feet did stand And casting up her eyes to Heaven she did for mercy call And drinking up the Poyson strong her Life she lost withal And when that Death through every limb had done her greatest spight Her chiefest Foes did there confess she was a glorious â—ight Her Body then they did entomb when Life was fled away At Woodstock near to Oxford Town as may be seen this Day LONDON Printed by and for W. O. and are to be sold by the Booksellers of Pye-corner and London-bridge