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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

good to doe And with these words her lilly hands shee wrongfull often there And downe along her louely cheekes proceeded many a teare But nothing could this furious Queene therewith apeased bee The cup of deadly Poyson fild as she sat on her knee Shee gaue the comely Dame to drinke who tooke it in her hand And from her bended knee arose and on her feete did stand And casting vp her eyes to heauen she did for mercie call And drinking vp the Poyson then her life she lost withall And when that Death through euery lim had done his greatest spight Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse she was a glorious wight Her body then they did intombe when life was fled away At Godstow neere Oxford towne as may be seene this day FINIS The valiant courage and policie of the Kentishmen with long tayles whereby they kept their auncient Lawes and Customes which William the Conquerour sought to take from them Cant. 2. To the tune of Rogero WHhen as the Duke of Normandie with glistring Speare and Shield Had entred into faire England and told his foes in fielde On Christmas day in soleme sort then was he crowned heere By Albert Archbishop of Yorke with many a noble Peere Which being done he changed quite the custome of the land And punisht such as dayly sought his Statutes to withstand And many Citties he subdude faire London with the rest And Kent did still withstand his force which did his Lawes detest To Douer then he tooke his way the Castle downe to fling Which Aruiragus builded there the noble Brittaine King Which when the braue Arch-bishop bold of Canterburie knew The Abbot of S. Austins eke with all their gallant crew They set themselues in Armour bright these mischiefes to preuent With all the Yeomen braue and bold that were in fruitfull Kent At Canterburie they did meet vpon a certaine day With Sword and Speare with Bill and Bow and stopt the Conquerors way Let vs not liue like Bond men poore to Frenchmen in their pride But keepe our auncient libertie what chaunce so ere betide And rather die in bloudy fielde in manlike courage prest Then to indure the seruile yoake which we so much detest Thus did the Kentish Commons cry vnto their Leaders still And so marcht foorth in warlike sorte and stood at Swanscombe hill Where in the Woodes they hid themselues vnder the shady greene Thereby to get them vantage good of all their foes vnseene And for the Conquerors comming there they priuily layde waite And thereby sodainely appald his loftie high conceite For when they spyed his approach in place as they did stand Then marched they to hemme him in each one a Bough in hand So that vnto the Conquerours sight amazed as he stood They seem'd to be a walking Groue or else a moouing Wood. The shape of men he could not see the Boughes did hide them so And now his heart with feare did quake to see a Forest goe Before behinde and on each side as he did cast his eye He spide these Woodes with sober pace approch to him full nye But when the Kentishmen had thus inclosed the Conquerour round Most sodainely they drew their swords and threw their Boughs to grownd Their Banners they displaide in spight their Trumpets sound a charge Their ratling Drummes strike vp Alarume their troopes stretch out at large The Conquerour with all his traine were hereat sore a gast And most in perill when he thought all perill had beene past Vnto the Kentishmen he sent the cause to vnderstand For what intent and for what cause they tooke this Warre in hand To whom they made this short reply for libertie we fight And to enioy K. Edwards Lawes the which we hold our right Then sayd the dreadfull Conquerour you shall haue what you will Your auncient Customes and your Lawes so that you will be still And each thing else that you will craue with reason at my hand So you will but acknowledge mee chiefe King of faire England The Kentishmen agreed hereon and layd their Armes aside And by this meanes King Edwards Lawes in Kent doth still abide And in no place in England else those Customes doe remaine Which they by manly pollicie did of Duke William gaine FINIS How King Henrie the first had his Children drowned in the Sea as they came out of France Cant. 3. To the tune of the Ladyes daughter AFter our royall King had foyld his Foes in France And spent the pleasant Spring his Honour to aduance Into faire England he return'd with fame and victorie What time the subiectes of this Land receiu'd him ioyfully But at his home returne his children left he still In France for to soiorne to purchase learned skill Duke William his brother deare Lord Richard was his name Which was the Earle of Chester then who thirsted after fame The Kings faire Daughter eke the Lady Mary bright With diuers noble Peeres and many a hardy Knight All those were left togeather there in pleasure and delight When that our King to England came after the bloudy fight But when faire Flora had drawne foorth her treasure dry That Winter cold and sad with hoarie head drew ny Those Princes all with one consent prepared all things meete To passe the seas for faire England whose sight to them was sweete To England let vs hie thus euery one did say For Christmas draweth me no longer let vs stay But spend the merry Christmas time within our Fathers Court Where Lady Pleasure doth attend with many a Princely sport To Sea those Princes went fullfilled with mirth and ioy But this their merriment did turne to deare annoy The Saylers and the Shipmen all through foule excesse of Wine Were so disguis'de that at the Sea they shewd themselues like Swine The Sterne no man could guide the Maister sleepeng lay The Saylers all beside went reeling euery way So that the Ship at randome rode vpon the foaming Flood Whereby in perill of their liues the Princes alwaies stood Which made distilling teares from their faire eyes to fall Their hearts were fild with teares no helpe they had at all They wish themselues vpon the land a thousand times and more And at the last they came in sight of Englands pleasant shore Then euery one began to turne their sighes to smiles Their colours pale and wan a chearefull looke exiles The Princly Lordes most louingly their Ladyes did imbrace For now in England shall we be quoth they in little space Take comfort now they sayd behold the Land at last Then be no more dismayde the worst is gone and past But while they did this ioyfull hope with comfort entertaine The goodly Ship vpon a Rocke on sunder burst in twaine With that a greeuous shreeke among them there was made And euery one did seeke on something to be stayde But all in vaine such helpe they sought the Ship so soone did sinke That in the Sea they were constrain'd to take their latest

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

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