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A20379
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A lamentable ditty composed vpon the death of Robert Lord Devereux, late earle of Essex who was beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ashwenesday in the morning, 1600. To the tune of Welladay
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1635
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STC 6792; ESTC S116076
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A lamentable Ditty composed vpon the Death of Robert Lord Devereux late Earle of Essex who was beheaded in the Tower of London on Ashwenesday in the morning 1600. To the tune of Welladay SWéet Englands pride is gone welladay welladay Which makes her sigh and grone euermore still He did her fame aduance in Ireland Spaine and France And now by dismall chance is from vs tane He was a vertuous Péere welladay welladay And was estéemed deare euermore still He alwayes helpt the poore which makes them sigh ful sore His death they doe deplore in euery place Braue honour grac'd him still gallantly gallantly He nere did déed of ill well it is knowne But Enuy that foule fiend whose malice nere did end Hath brought true vertues friend vnto his thrall At Tilt he did surpasse gallantly gallantly All men that is and was euermore still One day as it was séene in honour of our Quéene Such déeds hath nere bin seene as he did doe Abroad and eke at home gallantly gallantly For valour there was none like him before In Ireland France and Spaine they fear'd great Essex name And England lou'd the same in euery place But all would not preuaile welladay welladay His déeds did not auaile more was the pitty He was condem'd to die for treason certainly But God that sits on high kneweth all things That Sunday in the morne welladay welladay That he to the Citie came with all his troups That first began the strife and caus'd him lose his life And others did the like as well as he Yet her Princely Maiesty graciously graciously Hath pardon giuen frée to many of them She hath releas'd them quite and giuen them their right They may pray day and night God to defend her Shrevesunday in the night welladay welladay With a heauy hearted sprite as it is said The Lieutenant of the Tower who kept him in his power At ten a Cloke that houre to him did come And said vnto him there mournefully mournefully My Lord you must prepare to dye to morrow Gods will be done quoth he yet shall you strangely sée God strong in me to be though I am weake I pray you pray for me welladay welladay That God may strengthen me against that houre Then straightway he did call to the Guard vnder the wall And did intreat them all for him to pray For to morrow is the day welladay welladay That I the dept must pay which I doe owe It is my life I meane which I must pay my Quéene Euen so hath Iustice giuen that I must dye In the morning was he brought welladay welladay Where a Scaffold was set vp within the Tower Many Lords were present then with other Gentlemen Which were appointed then to sée him die You Noble Lords quoth he welladay welladay That must the witnesse be of this my death Know I neuer lou'd Papistry but still did it defie And Essex thus will dye here in this place I haue a sinner béene welladay welladay Yet neuer wrong'd my Quéene in all my life My God I did offend which grieues me at my end May all the rest amend I doe forgiue them To the State I nere ment ill welladay welladay Neither wisht the Commons ill in all my life But lou'd all with my heart and alwayes tooke their part Whereas there was desart in any place Then mildly did he craue mournefully mournefully He might that sauour haue priuate to pray He then praid heartily and with great feruency To God that sits on hie for to receiue him And then he praid againe mournfully mournfully God to preserue his Quéene from all her foes And send her long to raigne true Iustice to maintaine And not to let proud Spaine once to offend her His Gowne he slipt off then welladay welladay And put off his hat and band and hung them by Praying still continually to God that sits on hie That he might patiently there suffer death My headsman that must be then said he chearefully Let him come here to me that I may him sée Who lâ—â—â—led to him then art thou quoth he the man Which art appointed now my life to frée Yes my Lord did he say welladay welladay Forgiue me I you pray for this your death I here doe you forgiue and may true Iustice liue No foule crime to forgiue within their place Then he knéeled downe againe mournfully mournfully And was required by some there standing by To forgiue his enemies before death close his eyes Which he did in hearty wise thanking them for it That they would remember him welladay welladay That he might forgiue all them that had him wrong'd Now my Lords I take my leaue swéet Christ my soule receiue Now when you will prepare for I am ready He laid his head on the bloke welladay welladay But his Doublet let the stroake some there did say What must be done quoth he shall be done presently Then his doublet off put he and lay downe againe Then his headsman did his part cruelly cruelly He was neuer seene to start for all the blowes His soule it is at rest in heauen amongst the blest Where God send vs to rest when it shall please him FINIS Printed at London for Cuthbert Wright and are to be sold at his shop in little Saint Bartholmes close to the Lame-Hospitall