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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B03919	The life and death of the famous Thomas Stukely: an English gallant in time of Queen Elizabeth, who ended his life in a battel of three kings of Barbary. Tune is, King Henry's going to Bulloign, &c.; Life and death of famous Thomas Stukely	Johnson, Richard, 1573-1659?	1694 (1694)	Wing J804C; Interim Tract Supplement Guide EBB65H[151]	1,826	1

The Life and Death of the Famous THOMAS STUKELY An English Gallant in time of Queen Elizabeth who ended his Life in a Battel of three Kings of Barbary Tune is King Henry 's going to Bulloign c. IN the West of England Born there was I understand a famous Gallant was he in his days By birth a wealthy Clothier's son Deeds of wonders he hath done to purchase him a long and lasting praise If I should tell his story Pride was all his glory and Lusty Stukely he was call'd in Court He serv'd a Bishop in the West And did accompany the crest maintaining of himself in gallant sort Being thus esteemed And every-where well deemed he gain'd the favour of a London Dame Daughter to an Alderman Curtis she was called then to whom a suitor gallantly he came When she his person spyed He could not be denyed so brave a Gentleman he was to see She was quickly made his wife In weal or woe to lead her life her Father willing thereto did agree Thus in state and pleasure Full many days they measure till cruel Death with his regardless spight Bore old Curtis to the grave A thing that Stukely wisht to have that he might revel all in gold so bright He was no sooner tombed But Stukely he presumed to spend a hundred pound a day in waste The greatest Gallants in the land Had Stukely's purse at their command thus merrily the time away he past Tavens and ordinaries Were his chiefest braveries golden angels there flew up and down Ryots were his best delight With stately feasting day and nigh in Court and City thus he won renown Thus wasting lands and living By this lawless giving at length he sold the pavements of the yard Which cover'd were with blocks of tin Old Curtis left the same to him which he consumed lately as you 've heard Where at his wife sore grieved Desiring to be relieved ' Make much of me dear Husband she did say ' I 'll make much more of thee said he ' Than any one shall verily ' I 'll sell thy cloaths and so I 'll go my way Cruelly thus hard hearted Away from her he parted and travell'd into Italy with speed There he flourisht many a day In his silks and rich array and did the pleasures of a Lady feed It was the Lady's pleasure To give him goods and treasure for to maintain him in great pomp and fame At last came news assuredly Of a fought battel in Barbary and he would valiantly go sée the same Many a noble Gallant Sold both land and talent to follow Stukely in his famous fight Whereas three Kings in person would Adventurously with courage bold within this battel shew themselves in fight Stukely and his followers all Of the King of Portugal had entertainment like to Gentlemen The King affected Stukely so That he his secrets all did know and bore his royal standard now and then Vpon this day of honour Each man did shew hid banner Morocco and the King of Barbary Portugal and all his train Bravely glittering on the plain and gave the onset there most valiantly The cannons they rebounded Thundring guns resounded Kill kill then was all the souldiers cry Mangled men lay on the ground And with blood the earth was drown'd the sun likewise was darkned in the sky Heaven was so displeased And would not be appeased but tokens of God's heavy wrath did show That he was angry at this war He sent a fearful blazing-star whereby the Kings might their misfortunes know Bloody was the slaughter Or rather wilful murder where six score thousand fighting men were slain Three Kings within this battle dy'd With forty Dukes and Earls beside the like will never more be fought again With woful arms infolding Stukely stood beholding this bloody sacrifice of souls that day He sighing said ' I woful wight ' Against my conscience here do fight ' and brought my followers all unto decay Being thus molested And with grief oppressed those brave Italians that did sell their lands With Stukely for to travel forth And venture life for little worth upon him all did lay their murdering hands Vnto death thus wounded His heart with sorrow swounded and to them thus he made his heavy moan ' Thus have I left my country-dear 'To be so vilely murthered here ' e'en in this place whereas I am not known ' My wife I have much wronged ' Of what to her belonged ' I vainly spent in idle course of life ' What I have had is past I see ' And bringeth nought but grief to me ' therefore grant me pardon gentle wife ' Life I see consumeth ' And death I see presumeth 'to change this life of mine into a new ' Yet this my greatest comfort brings ' I liv'd and dy'd in love of Kings ' and so brave Stukely bids the world adieu Stukely's life thus ended Was after death befriended and like a souldier buryed gallantly Where now there stands upon the grave A stately temple builded brave with golden turrets piersing to the sky Printed for A.M. W.O. and T. Thackeray at the Angel in Duck-lane