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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

drinke There might you see the Lords and Ladyes for to lie Amidst rhe salt Sea foame with many a grieuous crie Still labouring for their liues defence with stretched armes abroade And lifting vp their little hands for helpe with one accord But as good Fortune would the svveet young Duke did get Into the Cocke-boate then where safely he did sit But when he heard his Sister cry the Kinges faire Daughter deere He turnd his Boat to take her in whose death did draw so neere But while he stroue to take his sweete young Sister in The rest such shift did make in sea as they did swimme That to the Boat a number got so many as at last The Boat and all that were therein were drowned and ouercast Of Lordes and Gentlemen the Ladyes faire offace Not one escaped then which was a heauie case Three-score and ten were drownd in all and none escaped death But one poore Butcher which had swome himselfe quite out of breath This was most heauie newes vnto our comely King Who did all Mirth refuse this word when they did bring For by this meanes no Child he had his Kingdome to succeed Whereby his sisters Sonne was King as you shall plainely read The Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamitie Cant. 4. To the tune of Queene Dido WHen God had taken for our sinne that prudent Prince King Edward away Then bloudy Bonner did begin his raging malice to be wray All those that did the Gospell professe He persecuted more or lesse Thus when the Lord on vs did lower many in Prison did he throw Tormenting them in Lolards Tower whereby they might the trueth forgoe Then Granmer Ridley and the rest Were burnt in fire that Christ profest Smithfield was then with Fagots fild and many places more beside At Couentrie was Sanders kild at Glocester eke good Hooper dide And to escape this bloudy day Beyond-seas many fled away Among the rest that sought reliefe and for their Fayth in danger stood Lady Elizabeth was chiefe King Henries daughter of Royall bloud Which the Tower prisoner did lie Looking each day when she should die The Dutches of Suffolke seeing this whose life likewise the Tyrant sought Who in the hope of heauenly blisse which in Gods word her comfort wrought For feare of death was faine to flie And leaue her House most secretly That for the loue of Christ alone her Landes and Goods she left behind Seeking still for precious Stone the Word of trueth so rare to finde She with her Nurse her Husband and Child In poore aray their sightes beguild Thus through London they past along each one did passe a seuerall streete Thus all vnknowne escaped wrong at Billings gate they all did meete Like pleople poore in Graue send Barge They simply went with all their charge And all along from Grauesend towne with easie iournies on foote they went Vnto the Sea-coast they came downe to passe the Seas was their intent And God prouided so that day That they tooke Ship and sayld away And with a prosperous gale of winde in Flaunders safe they did ariue This was to their great ease of minde which from their heartes much woe did driue And so with thankes to God on hie They tooke their way to Germanie Thus as they traueild thus disguisde vpon the high way sodainely By cruell Theeues they were surprisde assaulting their poore company And all their Treasure and their store They tooke away and beate them sore The Nursse in middest of their fight laid downe the childe vpon the ground And ran away out of their sight and neuer after that was found Then did the Dutches make great mone With her good Husband all alone The Theeues had there their horses kild and all their mony quite had tooke The prettie Babie almost spild was by their Nurse likewise forsooke And they far from their friends did stand All succourlesse in a straunge Land The Skies likewise began to schoule it hayld and raind in pitteous sort The way was long and wondrous foule then may I now full well report Their griefe and sorrow was not small When this vnhappy chance did fall Sometime the Dutchesse bore the child as wet as euer she could be And when the Lady kind and mild was wearie then the Child bore he And thus they one another eas'd And with their fortunes were well pleas'd And after many weary steppes all wet-shod both in durt and myre After much griefe their harts yet leapes for labour doth some rest require A Towne before them they did see But lodg'd therein they could not bee From house to house they both did goe seeking where they that night might lie But want of Mony was their woe and still the Babe with cold did cry With cap and knee they courtsie make But none on them would pittie take Loe heere a Princesse of great bloud did pray a Peasant for reliefe With teares bedeawed as she stood yet few or none regards her griefe Her speach they could not vnderstand But gaue her a penny in her hand When all in vaine the paines was spent and that they could not house-rome get Into a Church-porch then they went to stand out of the raine and wet Then said the Dutchesse to her deere Oh that we had some fire heere Then did her Husband so prouide that fire and coales he got with speed She sat downe by the fiers side to dresse her Daughter that had need And while she drest it in her lap Her Husband made the Infant Pap. A non the Sexton thither came and finding them there by the fire The drunken Knaue all voyd of shame to driue them out was his desire And spurning foorth this noble Dame Her Husbands wrath it did inflame And all in furie as he stood he wrong the Keyes out of his hand And stroke him so that all of bloud his head ran downe where he did stand Therefore the Sexton presently For helpe and ayde aloude did cry Then came the Officers in haste and tooke the Dutchesse and her Childe And with her Husband thus they past like Lambes beset with Tygers wilde And to the Gouernour were they brought who vnderstood them not in ought Then Maister Bartue braue and bold in Latine made a gallant speech Which all their miserie did vnfold and their high fauour did beseech With that a Doctor sitting by Did know the Dutchesse presently And thereupon arising straight with minde abashed at this sight Vnto them all that there did waight he thus brake foorth in wordes aright Behold within your sight quoth hee A Princesse of most high degree With that the Gouernour and the rest were all amaz'd the same to heare And welcommed their new-come Gueste with reuerence great and princely cheare And afterward conueyd they were Vnto their friend Prince Cassemeer A Sonne she had in Germanie Peregrine Bartue cal'd by name Surnam'd the good Lord Willughbie of courage great and worthie fame Her Daughter young which with her went Was afterward Countesse

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 Haud curo inuidiam At London printed by R. B. for W. Barley and are to be sold at his Shoppe ouer against Cree-church neere All-gate 1612. THE TABLE Cant 1. A mournefull Dittie on the death of faire Rosamond King Henrie the seconds Concubine Cant 2. The Kentish-men with long tayles Cant 3. Of King Henrie the first and his Children Cant 4. The Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamitie Cant 5. King Edward the Second crowning his Sonne King of England Cant 6. The imprisonment of Queene Elinor Cant 7. The death of King Iohn poysoned by a Frier Cant 8. The imprisonment of King Edward the second Cant 9. The murthering of King Edward the second being kild with a hot burning Spit Cant 10. The Lamentation of the Lord Matreuers and sir Thomas Gurney being banished the realme Cant 11. A new Song of King Edgar Cant 12. Of King Edward the third and the Countesse of Salisburie Cant 13. The winning of the I le of Man by the Earle of Salisburie Cant. 14. The Rebellion of Watte Tiler and Iacke Straw against King Richard the second Cant 15. A Dialogue betweene Troylus and Cressida Cant 16. A Mayde in prayse of her Loue. Cant 17. A Louer bewayling the absence of his Loue. Cant 18. A speech betweene Ladyes being Shepheards on Salisburie plaine A mournefull Dittie on the death of faire Rosamond King Henrie the seconds Concubine Cant. 1. To the tune of Flying Fame WHen as King Henrie rul'd this land the second of that name Besides the Queene he dearly lou'd a faire and princely Dame Most pearelesse was her beautie found Her fauour and her face A sweeter creature in this world did neuer Prince imbrace Her crisped Lockes like threedes of Gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely Eyes like orient Pearles did cast a heauenly light The Bloud within her christall Cheekes did such a collour driue As though the Lilly and the Rose for maistership did striue Yea Rosamond faire Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elinor our Queene was knowne a cruell foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Queene At Woodstocke buylded such a Bower the like was neuer seene Most curiously that Bower was buylt of Stone and Timber strong A hundered and fiftie Doores did to that Bower belong And they so cunningly contriu'd with turnning round about That none but with a Clew of Threed could enter in or out And for his Loue and Ladyes sake that was so faire and Bright The keeping of this Bower he gaue vnto a valiant Knight But fortune that doth often frowne where she before did smile The Kings delight the Ladyes ioy full soone she did beguile For why the Kinges vngratious sonne whome he did high aduance Against his Father raysed warres within the Realme of France But yet before our comely King the English land forsooke Of Rosamond his Lady faire his fare well thus he tooke My Rosamond my onely Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my fantacie The Flower of my affected heart whose sweetnesse doth excell My royall Rose a hundred times I bid thee now farewell For I must leaue my fairest Flower my sweetest Rose a space And crosse the Seas to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my comming shortly see And in my heart while hence I am I le beare my Rose with mee When Rosamond that Lady bright did heare the King say so The sorrow of her greeued heart her outward lookes did show And from her cleare and christall eyes the teares gusht out apace Which like the siluer pearled dew ran downe her comely face Her lips like to a Corrall red did wax both wan and pale And for the sorrow she conceiu'd her vitall spirits did fayle And falling downe all in a sound before King Henries face Full oft betweene his princely armes her corpes he did imbrace And twenty times with waterie eyes he kist her tender cheeke Vntill she had receiued againe her senses milde and meeke Why grieues my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did euer say Because quoth she to bloudy warres my Lord must part away But sith your Grace in forraine coastes among your foes vnkind Must go to hazard life and limme why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your Shield and Target beare That on my breast that blow may light which should annoy you there O let me in your royall Tent prepare your Bed at night And with sweete Bathes refresh your Grace at your returne from fight So I your presence may enioy no toyle I must refuse But wanting you my life is death which doth true loue abuse Content thy selfe my dearest friend thy rest at home shall bee In Englands sweete and pleasant soyle for trauaile fits not thee Faire Ladyes brooke not bloudy Warres sweete Peace their pleasures breede The nourisher of hearts content which Fancie first doth feede My Rose shall rest in Woodstocke Bower with Musickes sweete delight While I among the piercing Pikes against my foes do fight My Rose in Robes and Pearle of Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall daunce the Galiards of my loue while I my foes do smite And you sir Thomas whom I trust to beare my Loues defence Be carefull of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence The Flowers of my affected heart whose sweetenesse doth excell My royall Rose a hundred times I bid thee now farewell And at their parting well they might in heart be grieued sore After that day faire Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace did passe the seas and into France was gone Queene Elinor with enuious heart to Woodstocke came anone And foorth she cald this trustie Knight which kept the curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined Threed came from that famous Flower And whē that they had wounded him the Queene his Threed did get And went where Lady Rosamond was like an Angell set But when the Queene with stedfast eye beheld her heauenly face She was amazed in her minde at her exceeding grace Cast off from thee thy Robes she said that rich and costly bee And drink thou vp this deadly draught which I haue brought for thee But presently vpon her knees sweete Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queene she crau'd for her offences all Take pittie on my youthfull yeares faire Rosamond did cry And let me not with Poyson strong inforced be to dye I will renounce this sinfull life And in a Cloyster bide Or else be banisht if you please to range the world so wide And for the fault which I haue done though I was forst thereto Preserue my life and punnish me as you thinke

of Kent For when Queene Mary was deceast the Dutchesse home return'd againe Who was of sorrow quite releast by Queene Elizabeths happy raigne For whose life and prosperitie We may prayse God continually FINIS How King Henrie the second crowning his Sonne King of England in his owne life time and was by him most grieuously vexed with warres Cant 5. To the tune of Wigmores Galliard YOu Parents whose affection fond vnto your Children doth appeare Marke well the storie now in hand wherein you shall great matters heare And learne by this which shall be told to hold your Children still in awe Least otherwise they prooue too bold and set not by your state a strawe King Henrie second of that name for very loue that he did beare Vnto his Sonne whose courteous fame did through the Land his credite reare Did call the Prince vpon a day vnto the Court in royall sort Attyred in most rich array and there he made him Princely sport And afterward he tooke in hand for feare he should deceiued be To crowne him King of faire England while life possest his Maiestie What time the King in humble sort like to a subiect waighted then Vpon his Sonne and by report swore vnto him his noble-men And by this meanes in England now two Kinges at once together liue But Lordly rule will not allow in partnership their dayes to driue The Sonne therefore ambitiously doth seeke to pull his Father downe By bloudy warre and subtiltie to take from him his Princely Crowne Sith I am King thus did he say why should I not both rule and raigne My heart disdaines for to obey yea all or nothing will I gaine Hereon he rayseth Armies great and drawes a number to his part His Fathers force downe right to beate and with his Speare to pierce his heart In seauen set Battles did he fight against his louing Father deare To ouerthrow him in despight to win himselfe a Kingdome cleare But nought at all could he preuaile his Armies alwayes had the worst Such griefe did then his heart assaile he thought himselfe of God accurst And therefore falling wondrous sicke he humbly to his Father sent The worme of Conscience did him pricke and his vile deedes he did lament Requiring that his noble Grace would now forgiue all that was past And come to him in heauie case being at poynt to breath his last When this word came vnto our King the newes did make him wondrous woe And vnto him he sent his Ring where he in parson would not goe Commend me to my Sonne he sayd so sicke in bed as he doth lie And tell him I am well appaide to heare he doth for mercie crie The Lord forgiue his foule offence and I forgiue them all quoth he His euill with good I le recompence beare him this message now from me When that the Prince did see the Ring he kissed it in ioyfull wise And for his faultes his hands did wring while bitter teares gusht from his eyes And to his Lords that stood him nie with feeble voyce then did he call Desiring them immediatly to strip him from his garments all Take off from me these Robes so rich and lap me in a cloth of Haire Quoth he my grieuous sinnes are such Hell fiers flame I greatly feare A Hempton Halter then he tooke about his necke he put the same And with a grieuous pittious looke this speech vnto them he did frame You reuerend Bishops more and lesse pray for my Soule to God on hie For like a Thiefe I doe confesse I haue deserued for to die And therefore by this Halter heere I yeeld my selfe vnto you all A wretch vnworthy to appeare before my God Celestiall Wherefore within your Hempton Bed all strew'd with ashes as it is Let me be lay'd when I am dead and draw me there vnto by this Yea by this Halter strong and tough dragge foorth my carkas to the same Yet is that Couche not bad enough for my vile body wrapt in shame And when you see me lye along be powdered in ashes there Say there is he that did such wrong vnto his Father euery where And with that word he breath'd his last wherefore according to his minde They drew him by the necke full fast vnto the place by him assign'd And afterward in solemne sort at Roan in Fraunce buried was he Where many Princes did resort to his most Royall obsequie FINIS The imprisonment of Queene Elinor wife to King Henrie the second by whose meanes the King Sonnes so vnnaturally rebelled against their Father of her lamentation being xvi yeares in Prison whom her Sonne Richard when he came to be King released and how at her deliuerance she caused many Prisoners to be set at libertie Cant. 6. To the tune of Come liue with me c. THrice woe is me vnhappy Queene thus to offend my princely Lord My foule offence to plaine is seene and of good People most abhord I doe confesse my fault it was These bloudy Warres came thus to passe My iealous minde hath wrought my woe let all good Ladyes shun mistrust My enuie wrought my ouerthrow and by my mallice most vniust My Sonnes did seeke their Fathers life By bloudy Warres and cruell strife What more vnkindnesse could be showne to any Prince of high renowne Then by his Queene and loue alone to stand in danger of his Crowne For this offence most worthily In dolefull Prison doe I lie But that which most tormentes my mind and makes my grieuous heart complaine Is for to thinke that most vnkind I brought my selfe in such disdaine That now the King cannot abide I should be lodged by his side In dolefull Prison I am cast debard of Princely companie The Kings good will quite haue I lost and purchast nought but imfamie And neuer must I see him more Whose absence grieues my heart full sore Full fifteene Winters haue I beene imprisoned in the Dungion deepe Whereby my ioyes are wasted cleane where my poore eyes haue learn'd to weepe And neuer since I could attaine His Kingly loue to me againe Too much in deed I must confesse I did abuse his royall Grace And by my great malitiousnesse his wrong I wrought in euey place And thus his loue I turn'd to hate Which I repent but all too late Sweete Rosamond that was so faire out of her curious Bower I brought A poysoned Cup I gaue her there whereby her death was quickly wrought The which I did with all despight Because she was the Kings delight Thus often did the Queene lament and she in prison long did lie Her former deedes she did repent with many a watery weeping eye But at the last this newes was spread the King was on a sodaine dead But when she heard this tydinges told most bitterly she mourned then Her wofull heart she did vnfold in sight of many Noble men And her sonne Richard being King from dolefull Prison did her bring Who set her for to

rule the Land while to Ierusalem he went And while she had this charge in hand her care was great in gouernment And many a Prisoner then in hold she set at large from yrons cold The lamentable death of king Iohn how he was poysoned in the Abby of Swinested by a Frier Cant. 7. To the tune of Fortune A Trecherous deed foorth-with I shall you tell Which on King Iohn on a sodaine fell To Lincoln-shire proceeding on his way At Swinsted Abbey one whole night he lay There did the King appose his wellcome good But much deceipt lies vnder an Abbots Hood There did the King himselfe in safety thinke But there the King receiued his latest drinke Great cheare they made vnto his royall Grace While he remaind a guest within that place But while they smilde and laughed in his sight They wrought great treason shadowed with delight A flat fact Monke comes with a glosing tale To giue the King a Cup of spiced Ale A deadlier drought was neuer offered man Yet this false Monke vnto the King began Which when the King without mistrust did see He tooke the Cup of him most couragiously But while he held the poysoned cupe in hand Our Noble King amazed much did stand For casting downe by chance his Princely eyes On pretious Iewels which he had full nye He saw the culloure of each Pretious stone Most strangely turne and alter one by one Their orient brightnesse to a pale dead hue Were changed quite the cause no person knew And such a sweate did ouer spread them all And stood like dew which on faire flowers fall And hereby was their pretious natures tride For Pretious-stones foule poyson cannot bide But through our King beheld their colour pale Mistrusted not the poyson in the Ale For why the Monke the taste before him tooke Nor knew the King how ill he did it brooke And therefore he a harty draught did take Which of his life a quicke dispatch did make Th' infectious drinke fumde vp into his head And throught the Veines in the heart it spread Distempering the pure vnspotted braine That doth in man his memorie maintaine Then felt the King an extreame griefe to grow Through all his intrails being infected so Whereby he knew through anguish which he felt The Monke with him most traiterously had delt The grones he gaue did make all men to wonder ' He cast as if his heart would burst in sunder And still he cald while he thereon did thinke For the false Monk which brought y e deadly drinke And then his Lords went searching round about In euery place to find the Traytor out At length they found him dead as any stone Within a corner lying all alone For hauing tasted of that poysoned Cup Whereof our King the residue drunke vp The enuious Monke himselfe to death did bring That he thereby might kill our royall King But when the King with wonder heard them tell The Monkes body did with poyson swell Why then my Lords full quickly now quoth he A breatlesse King you shall among you see Behold he said My Vaines in peeces cracke A grieuous torment feele I in my backe And by this poyson deadly and accurst I feele my heart stringes ready for to burst With that his eyes did turne within his head A pale dead coulour through his face did spread And lying gasping with a colde faint breath The royall King was ouercome by death His mournfull Lords wich stood about him then With all their force and troups of warlike men To Worcester the Corpes they did conuey With drum and trumpet marching all the way And in the faire Cathedrall Chuch I finde They buried him according to their minde Most pompeously best fitting for a King Who were applauded greatly for this thing The cruell imprisonment of King Edward the second at the Castle of Barkeley the 22. of September 1327. Cant. 8. To the tune of Labandela shot WHen Isabell faire Englands Queene in wofull warres had victorious beene Our comely King her husband deare subdued by strength as did appeare By her was sent to prison strong for hauing done his crountry wrong In Barkeley Castle cast was he denyed of Royall dignitie Where he was kept in wofull wise his Queene did him so much despise There did he liue in vvofull state such is a Womans deadly hate vvhen fickle fancie follovves change and lustfull thoughts delight to range Lord Mortimer was so in minde the Kinges sweete loue was left behinde And none vvas knovvne a greater foe vnto King Edvvard in his woe Then Isabell his crowned Queene as by the sequell shall be seene While he in Prison poorely lay a Parliament was held straight way What time his foes apeace did bring billes of complaint against the King So that the Nobles of the Land vvhen they the matter throughtly scand Pronounced them these speeches plaine he was vnworthy for to raigne Therefore they made a flat decree he should foorthwith desposed be And his Sonne Edward young of yeares was iudged by the noble Peeres Most meete to weare the Princely Crowne his Father being thus puld downe Which words when as the Queene did heare dissemblingly as did appeare She wept she waild and wrong her hands before the Lords whereas she stands Which when the Prince her Sonne did see he spake these words most curteously My sweete Queene Mother weepe not so thinke not your Sonne will seeke your woe Though English Lords choose me their King my owne deare Father yet liuing Thinke not thereto I will consent except my father be content And with good will his Crowne resigne and graunt it freely to be mine Wherefore Queene mother thinke no ill in mee or them for their good will Then diuers Lordes without delay went to the King whereas he lay Declaring how the matter stood and how the Peeres did thinke it good To choose his Sonne their King to be if that he would thereto agree For to resigne the Princely Crowne and all the title of renowne If otherwise they told him plaine a stranger should the same attaine This dolefull tidinges most vnkind did sore afflict King Edvvards minde But vvhen he savv no remedie he did vnto their vvilles agree And bitterly he did lament saying the Lord this Plague hath sent For his offence and vanitie which he would suffer patiently Beseeching all the Lords at last for to forgiue him all was past When thus he was depriued quite of that which was his lawfull right In Prison was he kept full close without all pittie or remorce And those that shewd him fauour still were taken from him with ill will Which when the Earle of Kent did heare who was in bloud to him full neere He did intreat most earnestly for his release and libertie His wordes did much the Queene displease who sayd he liu'd too much at ease Vnto the Bishop she did goe of Hereford his deadly foe And cruell Letters made him write vnto his Keepers with despight You

he was full sad And said your Grace should welcome be if so your grace would honor me When as the day appointed was before the King did thither passe The Earle beforehand did prepare the Kings comming to declare And with a countenance passing grim he cald his Lady vnto him Saying with sad and heauy cheere I pray you when the King comes heere Sweete Lady if you tender mee let your attire but homely bee And wash not thou thy Angels face but doe they beauty quite disgrace And to my gesture so apply that may seeme loathsome in his eye For if the King should heere behold thy glorious beauty so extold Then should my life soone shortned be for my desert and trechery When to thy father first I came though I did not declare the same Yet was put in trust to bring thee ioyfull tidings from the King Who for thy glorious beautie seene did thinke of thee to make his Queene But when I had thy beautie found thy beauty gaue me such a wound No rest or comfort could I take till your sweete loue my griefe did slake And thus though duty charged me most faithfull to our Lord to be Yet loue vpon the other side bad for my self I should prouide Then to my suit and seruice showne at length I won thee for my owne And for your loue in wedlock spent your choyce I need no whit repent And since my griefe I haue exprest sweete Lady grant me my request Good words she gaue with smiling cheare musing at that that she did heare And casting many things in minde great fault therewith she seem'd to finde And in her selfe she thought it shame to make that foule which God did frame Most costly robes full rich therefore in brauest sort that day she wore And did all thinges that ere she might to set her beautie forth to sight And her best skill in euery thing she shewed to entertaine the King Whereby the King so snared was that reason quite from him did passe His heart by her was set on fire he had to her a great desire And for the lookes he gaue her then for euery one she sent him ten Whereby the King perceaued plaine his loue and lookes were not in vaine Vpon a time it chanced so the King he would a hunting goe And into Horse-wood he did ride the Earle of Horse-wood by his side And there the storie telleth plaine that with a shaft the Earle was slaine And when that he had lost his life the King soone after tooke his wife And married her all shame to shunne by whom he did beget a sonne Thus he which did the King deceaue did by desert his death receaue Then to conclude and make an end be true and faithfull to your friend FINIS Of Edward the third and the faire Countes of Salisburie setting forth her constancie and endlesse glorie Cant. .11 WHen King Edward the third did liue that valiant King Dauid of Scotland to rebell did then begin The towne of Barwicke suddenly from vs he won And burnt Newcastle to the ground thus strife begun To Rookes borrow castle marcht he then And by the force of warlike men besiedged therein a gallant faire Lady While that her husband was in France His countries honour to aduance the noble and famous Earle of Salisburie Braue Sir William Montague rode then in post Who declared vnto the King the Scotchmans hoast Who like a Lyon in a rage did straight prepare For to deliuer that faire Lady from wofull care But when the Scotchmen did heare say Edward our king was come that day they rais'd their siedge and ran away with speed So that when he did thither come With warlike trumpets fife and drume none but a gallant Lady did him grreete Which when he did with greedy eyes beholde and see Her peareles beautie straight inthral'd his Maiestie And euer the longer that he lookt the more he might For in her onely beautie was his harts delight And humbly then vpon her knee She thankt his royall Maiestie that thus had driuen danger from the gate Lady quoth he stand vp in peace Although my warre doth now increase Lord keepe quoth she all hurt from your annoy Now is the King full sad in soule and wot you why All for the loue of the faire countesse of Salisburie She little knowing his cause of griefe doth come to see Wherefore his highnes sate alone so heauily I haue beene wronged faire dame quoth he Since I came hither vnto thee now God forbid my Soueraigne she said If I were worthy for to know The cause and ground of this your woe it should be helpt if it doe lie in me Sweare to performe thy words to me thou Lady gay To thee the sorrow of my heart I will be wray I sweare by all the Saints in heauen I will quoth shee And let my Lord haue no mistrust at all in mee Then take thy selfe aside he said And say thy beauty hath betraid and wounded a king with thy bright shining eye If thou doe then some mercy shew Thou shalt expell a princes woe so shall I liue or else in sorrow die You haue your wish my Soueraigne Lord effectually Take all the loue that I may giue your Maiestie But in thy beauty all my ioyes haue theire abode Take then my beauty from my face my gratious Lord. Didst thou not sweare to graunt vnto my will All that I may I will fulfill then for my loue let thy true loue be seene My Lord your speech I might reproue You can not giue to mee your loue for that alone belongs vnto your Queene But I suppose your grace did this onely to try Whether a wanton tale might tempt dame Salisbury Not from your selfe therefore my liege my steps doe stray But from your tempting wanton tale I goe my way O turne againe thou Lady bright Come vnto me my hearts delight gone is the comfort of my pensiue heart Here comes the Earle of Warwicke he The father of this faire Lady my minde to him I meane for to impart Why is my Lord and soueraigne King so grieu'd in minde Because that I haue lost the thing I cannot finde What thing is that my gratious Lord which you haue lost It is my heart which is neere dead twixt fire and frost Curst be that frost and fire too Which causeth thus your highnes woe O Warwicke thou dost wrong me wondrous sore It is thy Daughter Noble Earle That heauens bright lampe that peereles pearle which kills my heart yet doe I her adore If that be all my gratious king that workes your griefe I will perswade that scornefull dame to yeeld reliefe Neuer shall she my daughter be if she refuse The loue and fauour of a King may her excuse Thus wylie Warwicke went his way And quite contrarie he did say when as he did the beautious Countesse meete Well met daughter deare quoth hee A message I must doe to thee our Royall king most kindely doth