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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01150	The most rare and excellent history of the Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamity. To the tune of Queene Dido.; Strange histories. Duchess of Suffolk's calamity.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1635 (1635)	STC 6557.8; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.7[94]	2,146	2

The most rare and excellent History Of the Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamity To the tune of Queene Dido WHen God had taken for our sinne that prudent Prince K. Edward away Then bloody Bonner did begin his raging malice to bewray All those that did Gods Word professe He persecuted more or lesse Thus whilst the Lord on vs did lowre many in prison he did throw Tormenting them in Lollards tower whereby they might the truth forgoe Then Cranmer Ridley and the rest Were burn'd in fire that Christ profest Smithfield was then with fagots fill'd and many places more besides At Couentry was Saunders kill'd at Worster eke good Hooper dy'd And to escape this bloody day Beyond Seas many fled away Amongst the rest that sought release and for their faith in danger stood Lady Elizabeth was chiefe King Henries daughter of royall blood Which in the Tower did prisoner lye Looking each day when shée should dye The Dutchesse of Suffolke séeing this whose life likewise the tyrant sought Who in the hope of heauenly blisse within Gods Word her cōfort wrought For feare of death was faine to flye And leaue her house most secretly That for the loue of God alone her land and goods she left behind Séeking still for that precious stone the Word of truth so rare to find She with her nurse husband and child In poore aray their sights beguild Thus through London they past along each one did take a seuerall stréet Thus all along escaping wrong at Billingsgate they all did méete Like people poore in Grauesend Barge They simply went with all their charge And all along from Grauesend towne with iournies short on foot they went Vnto the Sea-coast they come downe to passe the Seas was their intent And God prouided so that day That they tooke ship and sail'd away And with a prosperous gale of wind in Flanders safe they did ariue This was to their great ease of minde and from their heart much wo did driue And so with thankes to God on hie They tooke their way to Germany Thus as they trauell'd still disguis'd vpon the high way suddenly By cruell théeues they were surpriz'd assailing their small company And all their treasure and their store They tooke away and beat them sore The Nurse in middest of their fight laid downe the child vpon the ground She 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 théeues had there their horses kill'd and all their money quite had tooke The pretty Baby almost spoild was by the nurse likewise forsooke And they far from their friends did stand And succourlesse in a strange land The second part To the same tune THe Skie likewise began to scowle it hail'd and rain'd in pittious 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 Sometimes the Dutches bore the child all wet as euer she could be And when the Lady kind and mild was weary then the child bore he And thus they one another eas'd And with their fortunes were well pleasd And after many weary steps all wet-shod both in durt and mire after much griefe their hearts yet leaps for labour doth some rest require A towne before them they did see But lodg'd therein he could not bee From house to house then they did goe séeking that night where they might lie But want of money was their woe and still their babe with cold did crie With cap and knée they curtesie make But none on them would pitty take Loe here a Princesse of great blood doth pray a peasant for reliefe With teares bedewed as she stood yet few or none regards her griefe Her spéech they could not vnderstand But gaue her money in her hand When al in vaine their paines were spēt and that they could no house roome get Into a Church porch then they went to stand out of the raine and wet Then said the Dutchesse to her déere O that we had some fire here Then did her husband so prouide that fire and coales he got with spéed She sate downe by the fire side to dresse her daughter that had néed And while she drest it in her lap Her husband made the infant pap Anon 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 forth the Noble Dame Her Husbands wrath it did inflame And all in fury as he stood he wrung the Church keyes out his hand And strucke him so that all of blood his head ran downe where he did stand Wherefore the Sexton presently For helpe and aid aloud did cry Then came the officers in haste and tooke the Dutches and her child And with her husband thus they past like Lambes beset with Tygers wilds And to the Gouernour were brought Who vnderstood them not in ought Then master Bartu braue and bold in Latine made a gallant spéech Which all their misery did vnfold and their high fauour did beséech With that a Doctor sitting by Did know the Dutches presently And thereupon arising straight with words abashed at this sight Vnto them all that there did wait he thus brake forth in words aright Behold within your sight quoth he A Princesse of most high degrée With that the Gouernour and the rest were all amazed the same to heare Who welcomed this new come guest with reuerence great princely chéere And afterward couey'd they were Vnto their friend Prince Cassimer A sonne she had in Germany Peregrine Bar●u call'd by name Surnam'd the good Lord Willoughby of courage great and worthy same Her daughter yong which with her went Was afterwards Countesse of Kent For when Quéene Mary was dereast the Dutches home return'd againe Who was of sorrow quite releast by Quéene Elizabeths happy raigne Whose godly life and piety Wée all may praise continually FINIS London Printed for Edward Wright Dwelling as Christ Church gate