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A89398
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A Mournful ditty of the Lady Rosamond, King Henry the Seconds concubine, who was poysoned to death by Queen Elenor in Woodstocst Bower near Oxford. : To the tune of, Flying Fame.
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1658-1664
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Wing M2986; ESTC R180776
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A Mournful Ditty of the Lady Rosamond King Henry the seconds Concubine who was poysoned to death by Queen Elenor in VVoodstoost Bower near Oxford To the tune of Flying Fame WHhenas King Henry rul'd this land the second of that name Besides the Quéen he dearly lov'd a fair and Princely Dame Most Péerless was her beauty found her favour and her face A swéeter creature in the world did never Prince imbrace Her crisped locks like threds of gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely eyes like Orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Christal chéek did such a colour drive As if the Lilly and the Rose for Master-ship did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elenor our Quéen was known a mortal foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Quéen At Woodstock builded such a Bower the like was never séen Most curiously this 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 thred could enter in or out And for his Love and Ladies sake that was so fair and bright The kéeping of that Bower he gave unto a vallant Knight But Fortune that doth often frown where she before did smile The Kings delight the Ladies joy full soon she did beguile For why the Kings ungracious 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 last farewel he took O Rosamond the onely Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my fantasie The flower of my affected heart whose swéetness doth excell My Royal Rose a thousand times I bid thée now farewel For I must leave my famous Flower my swéetest Rose a space And cross the sons to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my coming shortly sée And in my heart while hence I am I le bear my Rose with me When Rosamond the Lady fair did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her outward looks did shew And from her clear and Christal eyes the tears gusht out a pace Which like the Silver Pearled dew ran down her comely face Her lips like to the Coral red did wax both wan a pale And for the sorrow conceiv'd her vital spirits did fail And falling down all in swound before King Henries face Full oft within his princelyarms her body did embrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her tender chéek Vntill he had reviv'd again her sences mild and méek Why grieves my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did often say Because quoth she to bloody wars my Lord must part away But sith your grace in Forraign Coasts among your Foes unkind Most go to hazard life and limb why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your 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 refesh 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 thy self my dearest Love thy rest at home shall be In Englands swéet and pleasant soyl for travel fits not thee Fair Ladys brook no bloody wars sweet peace their pleasure breed The nourisher of hearts content which fancy first did féed My Rose shall rest in Woodstock-bower with musicks sweet delight While I among the piercing Pikes against my Foeâ— do fight My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold with Diamonds richly â—ight Shall dance the Galliard of my Love while I my foes do smite And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my Royal Rose when I am parted hence And there-withal he forth a sigh as though his heart would break And Rosamond for very grief not one plain word could speak The second Part to the same tune ANd at the parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did sée no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was cone Queen Elenor with evious heart to Woodstock came anon And forth she cal'd this trusty Knight who keep this curious Bower Who with his clew of twined thred came from that famous flowes And when that they had wounded him the Queen this thread did get And want where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set But when the Queen with steadfast eyes beheld her heavenly face She was amazed in her mind at her exceeding grace Cast of off thy Robes from thée she said that rich and costly be And drink thou up this deadly drought which I have brought for thee But presently upon her knée swéet Rosmond 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 uot with poyson strong enforced be to dye I will renounce this sinful life and in a Cloyster bide Or rise be banisht if you please to range the worâ—d so wide And for that fault wâ—ich I haâ—e done though I was forc'd thereto Preserve my life and punish me as you think good to do And with these woâ—de her Lilly haud she wrong full often there And down along her câ—mely chéeks proceeded many a tear But nothing could this â—urious Queen therewith appeased be The cup of deadly poyson fil'd as she sate on her knee She gave that comely Dame to drink who took it in her hand And from her hended 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 withall And when that death through every limb had done her greatest spight Her chiefest foes did plain confess she was a glorious Wight Her body then they did Entomb when life was flâ—d away At VVoodstock near to Oxford town as may be seen this day Printed for F. Coles Tho. Vere and W. Gilbertson