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A pleasant history of Roswall and Lillian. Declaring the occasional of Roswall his removing from his native kingdom, to the kingdom of Bealm, and what befell him in his journey from his steward ; the entertainment he met with from an aged wife ; his education in school ; with his fortunate admission to be servant to Lillian the kings only daughter, with whom he fell deeply in love ... his thankfull remembrance of his friends ; the number of his children, and their good fortune, all worthy reading.; Roswall and Lillian
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1663
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Wing P2550; ESTC R181861
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A PLEASANT HISTORY OF Roswall and Lillian DECLARING The occasion of Roswall his removing from his Native Kingdom to the Kingdom of Bealm and what befell him in his journey from his Sâ—â—ward The entertainment he met with from an aged Wife His Education at School With his fortunate admission to be servant to Lillian the Kings only Daughter with whom she fell deeply in love The reward of the three Lords by whom he attained the honour of the three dayes Justing before the Marriage of the Steward who was knowen to 〈◊〉 a Traitor and therefore justly executed with the renewed wished-for Marriage betwixt Roswall and Lillian His thankfull remembrance of his friends the number of his children and their good fortune all worthy reading EDINBVRGH Printed by I. H. Anno 1663. THE HISTORY OF Roswall and Lillian NOw will ye list a little space And I shall send you to solace You to solace and be blyth Hearken ye shall hear belyve A tale that is of veritie If ye will hearken unto me In Naples lived there a King Had all the lands in Governing Who had a Lady fair and young Whose name was called Lillian This Lady pleasant was and fair Bare him a Son which was his Heir Whose name was called Roswall Of fairer heard I never tell Princes to him could not compare Ulisses nor Gandifere Achilles nor Troyalus Nor yet his Father Priamus The Knight that kept the Parent well Was not so fair as Roswall There lived into that Countrie Worthy noble Lords three That to the King had done treason Therefore he put them in prison And there he held them many a day Till they were aged quite away Aged and quite o'regrown with hair While of their lives they did despair That they knew of no remedie But looked after death daily So it befell upon a day The young Prince he went to play Him to play and to solace And so it happened in that case Toward the Prison he is gone To hear thir Lords making their moan He sate down and a little staid To hearken what thir Lords said They said dear God have mind of us Even for the sake of dear Iesus Who bought us with his precious blood And for us dyed on the rood To help us if thy will it be And of this Prison make us frée The young Prince did hear their moan He heard their mourning and their groan Then to his Chamber he is gone Heavy in heart as sad as stone He sate down and did foresée How best thir Lords might helped be And so he thought upon a wyle The King how he might best beguile A custome then had the Iaylors Who keeped ay the Prisoners After the doors all locked were Vnto the King the keyes to bear The King used them to lay Vnder his bed-head privily The Prince soon perceiving had Where the King the keyes laid And on a night he watch did keep Till that the King was fallen asleep He took the keyes full privilie And to the Prison gone is he Who did deliver thir Lords thrée Bade them passe home to their Countrie And then they swore by sweet Iesus If ever ye mister help of us We shall you help into your néed Glad was he having done the déed The keyes laid under his Fathers head And went and sleept as he were dead The King rose and eke the Queen The Principal and Lords bedeen They went to messe and then to dine The Iaylors all did come in syne Asked from the King the keyes Which to deliver did him please Then to the Prison they went in fear To give the Lords their dinner there But when they came all were away They knew not what to do nor say The Prisoners away were gone How or what way known to none The King was then so dollorous That the three Lords were scaped thus He sayes O Lord how may this be That thir Prisoners hath been made frée Vnder my bed-head lay the keyes None knew thereof as God me ease And here I make a solemn vow Before you all my Lords now Who ere he be hath done the deed He shall be hang'd without remeed Or else so soon as I him see My own two hands his bane shall be It was reported through the Town That the young Prince the deed had done The word throughout the Pallace ran Which made the King a grieved man When he the vow considered And that his Son had done the déed The Queen then far more grieved was She mourn'd and wéeped with her face And quickly to the King went she Who knéeling down upon her knée Thus said for him that sits on hie Let your Sons fault forgiven be That may not be Madam he said For I a faithfull vow have made That assoon as I may him see My own two hands his bane shall be Therefore I pray you day and night To keep him well out of my sight Till I send him to some Countrie Where he may safely keeped be And then in haste down sate the King Wrote letters without tarrying To send his Son to the King of Bealm For to remain in that Realm Still to continue with the King Till he sent for his home-coming Letters in haste then soon wrote he Desiring the King especiallie For to receive his own dear Son Which for most trust was sent to him His furnishing was made ready And he got gold in great plenty The Kings Steward a stalward Knight Was made to keep him day and night And so his servant for to be To keep him well in that Countrie The Queen did look to the Steward And said my love my joy my heart Sir Steward now I do thée pray To keep my Son both night and day And serve him both by foot and hand And thou shalt have both gold and land Or yet of any other thing That thou 'lt seek from me or the King He said Madam that may not be But I will serve him tenderlie She sayes my fair Son Roswall Hearken what I to thee will tell When thou dost come to that Country Carry thy self right honestly Be Courteous Genty kind and frée And use ay in good companie And if thou needest ought to spend Send word to me I shall thee send He took his leave then of the Queen And of her Ladies all bedeen Great mourning and great care they made When that out of the Town they rade The Gracious God mot be his guide So on a time as they did ride Side for side hand for hand rode they None other saw they in the way Only they two in companie Came to a River fair to see The Prince then said unto the Knight My counsell is that here we light For in this place I thirst so sore That further can I ride no more Till of this water I get my fill Wot ye how I may win there till The Knight leapt down deliverlie And drank the water busilie He bade him light and drink also His fill ere he