out the Lions heart Which made the Duke and all his Lords in fearefull manner start To see this royall English King to play so braue a part In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. I am no prisoner said the King for I am now set free The country and our law of Armes commands it so to be And thus to Englanâ— blessed Land most ioyfully went he In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But left hi◠〈…〉 loue behind that 〈…〉 his life With 〈…〉 returne againe to 〈…〉 then his wife But fel◠〈…〉 and bloudy warre did breed them further strife In fighting for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The noble hearts of Englishmen that could indure no wrong For good King Richard mustred then a vailant Army strong To passe the seas to Aâ—on Walls to lay the same along In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. So first consuming fire and sword into that countrey came Destroying all their Cities braue and townes of ancient fame Till those the wrongs King Richard had were righted by the same In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But in his prime of Martiall wâ—rth this noble King was slaine For wounded with a poysoned shaft that pierst his Princely braine Much sorrowing mone was long 〈◊〉 amongst his warlike traine Stil fighting for our Sauiour Iesu But chiefly by his Lady faire so loyall and so kinde That nothing but reuenge thereof possessed still her minde To know the causer of his death were rich rewards assingd Thus to honour our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Upon the murtherer being fowâ—d much cruelty was showne By her command his skinne aliue was flead from flesh and bone And after vnto ayery fowles his body it was throwne In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Yet ended not this Ladies griefe for him she loude so deare Deepe sorrowes euen broke her heart as plainely did appeare And both were buried in one graue thus true loues end you heare That dyed for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. Did euer Lady for her loue more strangely vndertake Did euer Daughter in this kind a grieued father make Did euer Princesse end her life thus for her true loues sake And for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. FINIS A gallant Song of the Garter of England and how it was made first an honour to this Kingdome by King Edward the third To the tune of When Arthur first c. WHen as third Edward ruld this Land And was our English king He had good speed in all his fight braue conquest home to bring Two Kingly Crownes vpon his sword In sumptuous sort was borne Most gallantly to grace the third that on his head was worne Thus three in one made Englands same through all the world to shine Which well might clame a titled grace amongst our worthies nine Seauen princely Sonnes he likewise had whose vertues wonne him prayse From one fayre Queene descended all in beauties blooming dayes His Earles and Barons brauely â—ent to practise Knightly déeds To breake the Launce to runne at Ring to backe their barbed stéedes Which made the world thinke Mars his Court was kept in England here UUhen Englands Péeres made forraine lands to quake with trembling feare King Edwards raigne rung ecchoâ—ng thus through euery Christian Court Of whom the noblest Prince that liued gaue sounds of braue report Right valiant King himselfe likewise his Country to aduance UUith many of his Péeres ariud within the Court of France And there by Tilts and Tourniâ—s braue such honours did obtaine As Mars himselfe in glistering stéele the prize from them would gaine So braue and bold his Barons were and so successefull then That none of all the Lords of Framâ— were like our English men Thus many moneths he with his Peeres spent there with braue delights Whose dayly sports concluded were by reueling at nights Where Measure and Carantoes fine so gract the Court of France As if Quéene Iuno with her Ioue had brauely led the daunce Amongst which glorious troope of Dames that richly sate to sée The French Quéene there aboue the rest the fairest séemd to be Whom English Edward by the hand in curteous manner tooke To dance withall at which the French gaue many a scornefull looke But Edward still like Mars himselfe with countenance and grace By Courtship won great liking there from all within that place King Edward pleasd the Princely Queene the Queene king Edward well But as they daunct there from her leg by chance her garter fell The which king Edward soone tooke vp And it in kindnesse wore For fauour and for curtesies he to her vertues bore But some there present gaue forth words The Queene of purpose lost Her garter there for him to find whom she affected most But when she heard these ill conceits And speeches that they made Hony soyt qui maly pens the noble Princes said Ill hap to them that euill thinke In English it is thus Which words so wise quoth Englands King shall surâ—ly goe with vs And for her sake shall Englands Peeres In honour of our land A Garter weare and in the same these words in gold shall stand That all the world may nobly speake Our garter came from France In Princely manner named thus our Countrey to aduance The Tilts and Reuels thus had end That long had lasted there And home our King and Nobles came with mirth and meery cheere Where soone he brauely did create Full many a Lordly Knight To weare this golden Garter faire So sumptuous and so bright And named them S. Georgies knights And of this Garter braue As noble an order of estate as any King can haue Which Knights vpon S. Georges day Still their precession goes Through Englands Court in robes of gold and most delightfull shoes At Windsor is this Order kept Where kings be of the same And forraigne Princes much desire the honours of that name Third Edward first began this grace of knight-hood to his praise Which still is kept with high renowne in our King Iames his dayes Ten English Kings haue been thereof of Princes and of Peeres A number great whose honors liu'd most braue in ancient yeares And at this day of Dukes and Lords our land hath honoured store Whose names and fames the Lord increase and make them more and more FINIS A lamentable Ditty on the death of the Lord Guilford Dudley and the Lady Iane Gray that for their parents ambition in seeking to make these two yong Princes King and Queene of England were both beheaded in the Tower of London To the tune of Peter and Parnell WHen as King Edward left this life In yong and tender blooming yeeres Began such deadly hate and strife That filled England full of feares Ambition in those ancient dayes More then ten thousand thousand thousand thousand troubles did arise Northumberland being made a Duke Ambitiously doth seeke the crowne And Suffolke for the same did looke To put Queene Maries title downe That was King Henries daughter bright And Queen of England England
England and King Edwards heire by right Lord Guilford and the Lady Iane Were wedded by their parents wils The right from Mary so was tane Which drew them on to further ils But marke the end of this misdeed Mary was crowned crowned crowned and they to death decreed And being thus adiudged to die For these their parents haughty aimes That thinking thus to mount on high Their children King Queene proclaimes But in such aymes no blessings be When as ten thousand thousand thousand their shamefull endings see Sweet Princes they deserud no blame That thus must die for fathers cause And bearing of so great a name To contradict our English lawes Let all men then conclude in this That they are haples haples haples whose parents doe amisse Now who more great then they of late Now who more wretched then they are And who more lofty in estate Thus sodenly consumd with care Then Princes all set downe this rest And say the golden golden golden golden meane is alwayes best Prepard at last drew on the day Whereon these Princes both must die Lord Guilford Dudley by the way His dearest Lady did espye Whilst he vnto the blocke did goe She in her window weeping weeping did lament his woe Their eyes that lookt for loue ere-while Now blubberd were with pearled teares And euery glance and loners smile Where turnd to dole and deadly feares Lord Guilfords life did bleeding lie Expecting Angels Angels Angels siluer wings to mount on hie His dearest Lady long did looke When she likewise to blocke should goe Where sweetly praying on her booke She made no signe of outward woe But wisht that she had Angels wings To see that golden golden golden sight of heauenly things And mounting on the Scaffold then Where Guilfords liuelesse body lay I come quoth she thou flower of men For death shall not my soule dismay The gates of heauen stand open wide To rest for euer and euer and euer and thus these gentle Princes dyed Their parents likewise lost their heads For climing thus one step too high Ambitious towers haue slippery leades And fearefull to a wise mans eye For onee amisse great houses fall Therfore take warning warning warning by this you gallants all FINIS A ioyfull song of the deserued praises of good Queene Elizabeth how Princely she behaued her selfe at Tilbury Campe in 88. when the Spaniards threatned the inuasion of this Kingdome To the tune of King Henries going to Bullaine OF a Noble Noble Princesse Englands late commanding Mistris King Henries daughter faire Elizabeth She was such a maiden Queene As her like was neuer seene of any woman-kind vpon the earth Her name in golden numbers May written be with wonders that liude beloued foure and forty yeares And had the guift of nature all That to a Princesse might befall as by her noble vertues well appeares With Maiesty admired Her subiects she required that loue for loue might equally be shown Preferring a publique peace Then any priuate mans increase that quietly we stil may keepe our owne UUen Ambassies did come From any Prince in Chrisâ—endome her entertainments were so Princely sweet She likewise knew what did belong To euery language speech and tongue where grace vertue did together meet No Princesse more could measure Her well beseeming pleasure in open Court amongst her Ladies faire For musicke and for portly gate The world afforded not her mate so excellent her carriage was and faire Kingly states oppressed And such as were distressed with meanes and mony daily shee relieud As law of Nations did her bind To strangers she was euer kind and such as with calamities were grieueâ— And when into this kingdome Bloudy warres did threatning come her highnes would be ready with good wil As it in eighty eight was séene UUhen as this thrice renowned Quéene gaue noble courage to her soldiers still This more then worthy woman Like to a noble Amazon in siluer plated Armour brauely went Unto her Campe at Tilbery With many Knights of Chiualry coragiously her Army to content But being there ariued With noble heart she striued to giue them all what they desird to haue A louely grace and countenance Smiling with perseuerance to whom so swéet a countenance she gaue Upon a Drumhead sitting As it was best besitting for such a royall Princes thus to speake A Soldier I will liue and dye Feare shall neuer make me â—â—ye nor any danger leaue to vndertake With that amidst the Battle The Musquetires did rattle a peale of powder flaming all in fire The Cannons they did lowdly play To please her Maiesty that day which she in heart did louingly desire Her highnes thus delighted She roially requited the noble captaines and the souldâ—ers all For golden Angels flew amaine Round about the warlike traine each one rewarded was both great smal With that in noble manner To Englands fame and honour the thundring shot began to play againe And for this royall princes sake Ratling made the ground to shake in spight of all their enemies of Spaine The more to be commended She graciously befriended full many a worthy gentlemen that day By knighting them in noble sort As it had bin in Englands court such gallant graces had she euery way So fréely kind and louing She was by her approuing to rich poore that came vnto her grace Not any one but found her still A friend to good a foe to ill and euer vertue swéetly would imbrace But now in heauens high Pallace She liues in ioy and solace committing all her charge vnto the King Of whose admired Maiesty Ruling vs so quietly reioycingly we Subiects all doe sing FINIS A new Song of the strange liues of two yong Princes in England who became two Shepherds vpon Salisbury Plaine and after restored to their former estates To the Tune of the Merchants man IN Kingly Stephens raigne Two royall Dukes there was That all our other English Lords for greatnesse far did passe The one of Deuonshire namdâ— that had a daughter faire Which he appointed at his death to be his only heire And her in loue commits Unto the Cornewall Duke Whom he with tendernes and care most kindly vndertâ—oke The promise being made The Duke of Deuonshire dyes And all that Cornewall vow'd to doe he afterwards denies Yet well he educates the Maid That Maudlin she was growne The fairest Lady vnder Heauen for beauty being knowne And many Princes sought for loue But none might her obtaine For couetous Cornewall to himselfe the dukedome sought to gaine So on a time Prince Raymond chanc't This comely dame to see With whom he fell so deepe in loue as any Prince might be Unhappy youth what should he do She still was kept in mew Nor he nor any of his friends admitted to her view One while he melancholly pines Himselfe with griefe away Anon he thinkes by force of Armes to win her if he may Untill at length commanding loue Became to be his Iudge And changâ—d
Is vncouth made by losse of this inestimable treasure That beauty that made her excell made that seem heauen that now seemes hell Aye me aye me c. We rt that the force of men deâ—ainde my fairest Phillis from me Or Iron barres or bolts or locks she might not looke vpon me Then might I hope to re-obtaine her presence but all hope is vaine Aye me aye me c. Oh why should mens desires like hounds pursue this vaine worlds pleasure And count them happy in nought else but in this vaine worlds treasure Seeing to day we mount in Mirth and fall to morrow in the earth Aye me aye me c. Finis The Maidens complaint To the tune I can nor will no longer lie alone CAn any tell me what I aile I am growne so sick so weak so pale I to that plight alas am growne that I can nor will no longer lie alone Was euer maidens cafe like mine thus of fifteen yeres of age to pine Were I the iudge I am sure there is none that should any longer lie alone When it is day I wish for night and when it is darke for light againe Thus all the night long to tosse to gâ—â—ne for that I can no longer lie alone If dreames be true then iudge I can all that I want is but a man Only for one I make this moane for that I can no longer lie alone To woe him first ashamde am I but if he aske I will not deny Such is my case I must haue one for that I can no longer lie alone Yet shall this be my prayer still for one that may giue me my fill For I care not how soone it be knowne that I can nor will no longer lie alone For all my wishings Ile haue none but him I loue and I loue but one And if he loue not me then will I haue none but euer till I dye I le lie alone Finis The inconstancy of the World WHat if a day a moneth or a yeere Crown thy desires with a thousand wisht contentings Cannot the chance of an night or an houre Crosse thy delights with as many sad tormentings Fortune in their fairest birth Are but blossomes dying Wanton pleasures doating mirth Are but shadowes flying All our ioyes are but toyes Idle thoughts deceiuing None hath power of an hour In our liues bereauing What if a smile or a beck or â— looke Feed my fond thoughts with as many sweet conceiuing May not that smile or that beck or that look Tell thee as well they are but vaine deceiuing Why shoâ—ld beauty be so proude In things of no surmounting All her wealth is but a shroude Of a rich accounting Then in this repose no blisse Which is vaine and idle Beauties flowers haue their houres Time doth hold the bridle What if the world with alures of his wealth Raise thy degrée to a place of high aduancing May not the world by a check of that wealth Put thee again to as low despised chaâ—â—ing Whilst the Sun of wealth doth shine Thou shalt haue friends plenty But come want they then repent Not one abides of twenty Wealth and friends holde and ends As your fortunes rise and fâ—ll Up and downe rise and frowne Certaine is no state at all What if a griefe or a straine or a fit Pinch thée with pain or the féeling â—angs of sicknes Doth not that gripâ— or that straine or that fit Shew thee the forme of thy own true perfect likenes Health is but a glimpse of ioy Subiect to all changes Mirth is but a silly toy Which mishap estranges Tell me then silly man Why art thou so weake of wit As to be in ieopardy When thou maist in quiet sit Then if all this haue declard thine amisse Take it from me as a gentle friendly warning If thou refuse and good counsell abuse Thou maist hereafter dearely buy thy learning All is hazard that we haue There is nothing hiding Daies of pleasure are like streames Through the meddowes gliding Wealth or wo time doth geâ— There is no returning Secret fates guide our stateâ— Both in mirth and mourning FINIS Loues Constancy SInce Arâ— I saw thy face I resolue to honour and renowne yee If now I be disdaind I wiâ—h my heart had neuer knowne 〈◊〉 What I that loude and you that likt shall we begin to wrangle No no no no my heart is fixt and cannot now intangle If I admirdâ— or praisd you too much that fault you may forgiue me Or if my hand had strayed to touch then iustly might you leaue me I askt you leaue you bad me loue i st now a time to chide me No no no no I le loue you still what fortune ere betide me The Sun whose beames most glorious are reiecteth no beholder â—nd your sweet beauty past compare made my poore eyes the holder Where beauty moues and wit delights and signes of kindnes binds me There O there where ere I go I le leaue my heart behinde me FINIS Coridons dolefull knell To the tune of Ding dong MY Phillida a due Loue And euermore farewell I must go seeke a new Loue Yet I will ring her knell Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillida is dead I le sticke a branch of Willowes At my faire Phillis head Our bridall bed was made But my faire Phillida In steed of silken shade She now lies wrapt in clay Ding dong c. Her corps shall be attended With nimphes in rich array Till obsequies beâ—ended And my loue wrapt in clay Ding dong c. Her hearse it shall be carryed With them that doe excell And when that she is buried Thus will I ring her knell Ding dong c. â—le decke her tombe with flowers The rarest that ere was seene And with my teares as sheweâ—â— I le keepe them fresh and greene Ding dong c. In stead of fairest colours Set forth by curious art Her picture shall be painted In my distressed heart Ding dong c. And euer shal be written And after shall be said 〈◊〉 louâ— is not forgotten Though Phillida be dead Ding dong c. In sable will I mourne The blacke shall be my weeâ—e Aye me I heare some talke That Phillida is dead Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillida is dead c. A garland shall be framed By art and natures skill With sundry coloured flowers In token of good will Ding dong c. With sâ—ndry coloured Ribâ—ands As much I will bestow They should be blacke and yellow In token of good will Ding dong c. True louers be not scanting With â—eares to make me mone Since Philida is wanting And all my ioyes are gone Ding dong c. She was my louely true loue My heart can witnesse well Wherefore in signe I loue her Once more I le ring her knell Ding dong ding dong ding dong My Phillada is dead I le sticke a branch of Wâ—llowes At my faire Phillis head FINIS Coridons Resolution THere is a Lady sweet and kinde Was neuer face so pleasâ—e my minde â— did but see her passing by And yet I loue her till I die â—er iesture motion and her smiles â—er wit her voyce my heart beguiles Beguiles my heart I know not why â—nd yet I loue her till I dye â—ow I her fast betwixt mine armes â—udge you that thinke such sports were harmes â—ert any harme no fie fie For I will loue her till I die â—hould I remaine confined there â—o long as Phoebus in his sphere â— to request she to deny â—et would I loue her till I die â—upid is winged and doth range â—er countrey so my loue doth change But change she earth or change she skye â—et will I loue her till I die FINIS The Shepheards Dialogue of loue betweene Willy anâ— Cuddy To the tune of Maying time Willy HOw now shepheard what meanes that Why wearst thou willow in thy hee Why are thy Scarfes of red and yellow Turnde to branches of greene willow Cuddy They are changde and so am I Sorrow liues but pleasure dyes She hath now forsaken me Which makes me weare the Willow tree Will. What that Phillis loude thee long Is that the Lasse hath done thee wrong She that loude thee long and best Is her loue turned to a Iest. Cudd. She that loued me long and best 〈◊〉 me set my heart at rest 〈◊〉 she a new Loue loues not me â—hat makes me weare the Willow tree Will. Come then shepheard let vs ioyne Since thy hap is like to mine For the wight I thoughâ— most true Now hath changde me foâ— a new Cudd Well then since thy hap is so Take no â—aâ—e but let hâ—â— goâ— â—hy hard hap doth minâ— appease â—â—mpany doth sorrowes ease Will. Then I will forget her loue â—ince wantonly she false will proue 〈◊〉 for her sake bid all adue 〈◊〉 seldome women do proue true 〈◊〉 for her sake I le sit and piâ—e 〈◊〉 she was once a Loue of mine â—hich shall nere forgotten be â—â—ough I weare the Willow tree 〈◊〉 Heards man be aduised by me â—ast of griefe and Willow tree â—or thy greefe breeds her content 〈◊〉 is pleasde if thou lament 〈◊〉 Then I will be rulde by thee â—here lies griefe and Willow tree 〈◊〉 â—â—rth I will do as they 〈…〉 a new 〈◊〉 euery day A Table 〈…〉 â— Queene Elizabethâ— couragâ— against the Spaniâ—â— eighty eight 7 How two English Princeâ— became Shepheards Salisbury Plaine 8 The life and death of Richard the second 9 Of Charles Brandon who maried Henry the eightâ— 10 Of King Richard the third 11 Of the Lady Elinor and Captaine Ieâ—kenâ—on 12 King Edwards wooing 13 Two Princes murdered in the Tower 14 A penny worth of wit 15 Tâ—tuâ— Andronicus The Songâ— in the second Part. 1 What care I now faire she be 2 Sleepe wayward thoughts â— Farewell deare loue 〈…〉 Weaue 〈◊〉
THE GOLDEN Garland of Princely pleasures and delicate Delights Wherein is conteined the Histories of many of the Kings Queenes Princes Lords Ladies Knights and Gentlewomen of his Kingdome Being most pleasant Songs and Sonnets to sundry new Tunes now most in vse The third time Imprinted enlarged and corrected by Rich. Iohnson Deuided into two Parts Printed at London by A. M. for Thomas Langley are to be sold at his Shop ouer against the Sarazens Head without Newgate 1620. A Lamentable Song of the death of King LEARE and his three DAVGHTERS To the tune of When flying Fame KIng Leare once ruled in this Land with princely power and peace And had all things with hearts content that might his ioyes encrease Amongst those guifts that nature gaue three daughters faire had he So princely séeming beautifull as fayrer could not be So on a time it pleasd the King a question thus to mooue Which of his daughters to his grace could shew the dearest loue For to my age you bring content quoth he then let me heare Which of you thrée in plighted troth the kindest will appeare To whom the eldest thus began deare father mine quoth she Before your face to doe you good my blood shall tendred be And for your sake my bleeding heart shall heere be cut in twaine Ere that I see your reuerent age the smallest griefe sustaine And so will I the second said deare father for your sake The worst of all extremities I le gently vndertake And serue your highnesse night and day with diligence and loue That sweet content and quietnesse discomforts may remoue In doing so you glad my soule the aged King replyed But what sayst thou my yongest Girle How is thy loue allyed My loue quoth yong Cordela then which to your grace I owe Shall be the duty of a childe and that is all I le shew And wilt thou shew no more quoth he then doth thy duty binde I well perceiue thy loue is small when as no more I finde Hence forth I banish thee my Court thou art no child of mine Nor any part of this my Realme by fauour shall be thine Thy elder sisters loues are more then well I can demand To whome I equally bestow my kingdome and my land My pompall state and all my goods that louingly I may With these thy sisters be maintaind vntill my dying day Thus flattering speeches won renowne by these two sisters here The third had â—anselesse banishment yet was her loue more deare For poore Cordela patiently went wandring vp and downe Unhelpt vnpittied gentle maid through many an English towne Untill at last in famous France she gentler fortunes found Though poore and bare yet was she deeâ—d the fairest on the ground Where when the King her vertues heard and his faire Lady séene With full consent of all his Court he made his wife and Quéene Her father old King Leare this while with his two daughters stayed Forgetfull of their promisd loues full soone the same denaide And liuing in Quéene Ragans Court the elder of the twaine She tooke from him his chiefest meanes and most of all his traine For whereas twenty men were wont to waite with bended knee She gaue allowance but to ten and after scarce to thrée Nay one she thought too much for him so tooke she all away In hope that in her Court good King he would no longer stay Am I rewarded thus quoth he in giuing all I haue Unto my children and to beg for what I lately gaue I le goe vnto my Gonorell my second child I know Will be more kinde and pittifull and will relieue my woe Full fast he hies then to her Court where when she heard his moane Returnd him answer that she grieude that all his meanes were gone But no way could relieue his wants yet if that he would stay Within her Kitchin he should haue what Scullions gaue away When he had heard with bitter teares he made his answer then In what I did let me be made example to all men I will returne againe quoth he vnto my Ragans Court She will not vse me thus I hope but in a kinder sort Where when he came shee gaue command to driue him thence away When he was well within her Court she said he could not stay Then backe againe to Gonorell the wofull King did hie That in her kitching he might haue what Scullion boyes set by But there of that he was denied which she had promis'd late For one refusing he should not come after to her gate Thus twixt his daughters for reliefe he wandred vp and downe Being glad to feed on beggers food that lately wore a Crowne And calling to remembrance then his yongest daughters words That said the duty of a childe had all that loue affords But doubting to repaire to her whom he had banisht so Grew franticke mad for in his minde he bore the wounds of woe Which made him rend his milk while locks and tresses from his head And all with blood bestame his cheekes with age and honour spred To hils and woods and watry founts he made his hourely moane Till hils and woods and sencelesse things did seeme to sigh and groane Euen thus possest with discontents he passed ore to France In hope from faire Cordela there to find some gentler chance Most vertuous dame where wheÌ„ she heard of this her fathers griefe As duty bound she quickly sent him comfort and reliefe And by a traine of noble Peeres in brane and gallant sort She gaue in charge he should be brought to Aganippus Court Her royall King whose noble minde so freely gaue consent To muster vp his knights at armes to fame and courage bent And so to England came with speed to repossesse King Leare And driue his daughters from their throneâ— by his Cordela deare Where she true hearted noble Queene was in the battell slaine Yet he good King in his old dayes possest his crowne againe But when he heard Cordela dead who dyed indeed for loue Of her deare father in whose cause she did this battell mooue Heswounding fell vpon her brest from whence he neuer parted But on her bosome left his life that was so truely hearted The Lords and Nobles when they saw the end of these euents The other Sisters vnto death they doomed by consents And being dead their crownes were left vnto the next of kin Thus haue you heard the fall of â—ride and disobedient sinne FINIS A new Song of the wooing of Queene Katherine by a gallant yong Gentleman of Wales named Owen Tudor lately translated out of Welch into our English phrase To the tune oâ— Light in leâ—â— Ladies Owen Tudor I Salute thée swéet Princesse with titles of grace For Cupid commands me in heart to embrace Thy honours thy vertues thy fauour and beauty With all my true seruice my loue and my duty Queene Katherine Courteous kind gentleman let me request How comes it that Cupid hath wounded thy brest
And chaind thy hearts liking my seruant to proue That am but a stranger in this thy kind loue Owen Tudor If but a stranger yet loue hath such power To lead me heere kindly vnto a Queenes bower Then doe not sweet Princesse my good will forsake When nature commands thee a true loue to take Queene Katherine So royall of calling and birth I am knowne That matching vnequall my state is ore-throwne My titles of dignity thereby I loose To wed me and bed me my equall I le choose Owen Tudor No honours are lost Quéene in chusing of me For I am a gentleman borne by degrée And fauours of Princes my sâ—ate may aduance In making me noble by fortunate chance Queene Katherine My robes of rich honours most braue to behold Are all ore imbossed with siluer and gold Not therewith adorned I loose my renowne With all the braue titles that waits on a Crowne Owen Tudor My Countrey sweet Princesse more pleasure affords Then can be expressed heere by me in words Such kindly contentments by nature there springs That hath beene well liked of Queenes of Kings Queene Katherine My courtly attendants are traines of delight Like stars of faire heauen all shining most bright And those that liue daily such pleasures to see Suppose no such comforts in countrey can be Owen Tudor In Wales we haue fountains no christal more cleare Where murmuring musick we daily may heare With gardens of pleasure and flowers so sweet UUhere true loue with true loue may merrily meet Queene Katherine But there is no tilting nor tornaments bold Which gallant yong Ladies desire to behold No maskes nor no reuels where fauours are worne By Knights or by Barons without any scorne Owen Tudor Our May-poles at Whitsontide maketh good sport And moues as sweet pleasure as yours doe in court UUhere on the green dancing for garland and ring Maidens make pastime and sports for a King Queene Katherine But when your braue yong men maidens do meet Your musicke is clownish and soundeth not sweet UUhilest siluer-like melody murmuring keepes And rocks vp our senses in heauenly sicepes Owen Tudor Our Harps our Tabors sweet humming drones For thee my sweet Princesse make musicall moanes Our Morris-Maid Marrians desire for to see A True-loue-knot tyed betwixt thee and me Queene Katherine No pleasures in Countrey by me can be seene That haue beene mainteined so long heere a Queene And fed on the blessings that dayly were giuen Into my braue Pallace by Angels from heauen Owen Tudor Our greene leaued trees will dance with the winde Where birds sit reioycing according to kinde Our sheepe with their Lambes wil skip it ful round To see thee come tripping along on the ground Queene Katherine What if a kind Princesse should so be content By meeknesse thus mooued to giue her consent And humble her honors imbace her degree To tye her best fortunes braue Tudor to thee Owen Tudor If to a Kingdome I borne were by birth And had at commandment all nations on earth Their crownes their scepters should lie at thy feet And thou be made Empresse my darling so swéet Queene Katherine I feare yet to fancy thy loue tempting tongue For Cupid is cunning his bow very strong Queen Venus once mistris of heart wishing pleasure We ouer kind women repent vs at leasure Owen Tudor May neuer faire morning shew forth his bright beames But couer my falsehood with darkest extreames If not as the Turtle I liue with my Doue My gentle kind Princesse my Lâ—dy my Loue. Queene Katherine Hye then into Wales and our wedding prouide For thou art my Bridegroome I le be thy Bride Get gloues and fiue ribbons with bridelaces faire Of silke and of siluer for Ladies to weare Owen Tudor With garlands of Roses our huswifely wiues To haue thee adorned all louingly striues Their bride-cakes be ready our bag-pipes do play Whilst I stand attending to lead thee the way Both together Then marke how the notes of our merry towne bels Our dingdong of pleasure most cheerefully tels Then dingdong faire Ladies and louers all true This dingdong of pleasure may satisfie you FINIS A Princely song of King Richard Cordelion King of England of his bold courage and lamentable death To the tune of You Batchelers that braue it OF a noble Christian Warriour King Richard of this Land For fame amongst our worthies braue now orderly may stand The God of battels gaue him still a gallant great command To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ Richard Cordelion in this Land a noble English name That fils the world with wonders great with honour and with fame Then gallantly good Souldiers all come thunder out the same That fights for our Sauiour Iesus Christ When as faire Hierusalem the City of our Lord Lay mourning all in heauinesse consumed by the sword To succour her all Christendome did willingly accord And to fight for our Saviour Iesus Christ. Then marched forth most braue and bold King Richard from this land Of noble Knights and Gentlemen with him a warlike band To fight for Iesus Christ his name so long as they could stand All souldiers of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But by the way such chances then King Richard did betide That many of his soldiers for want of victuall dyed A new supply this noble King waâ— forced to prouide To fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ The mighty Duke of Austria to whome he came for ayd For all his Kingly curtesies his succors were denayd But tooke him prisoner cowardly where ransome must be paid And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ His noble Knights and Soldiers then with sorrow went away Wofully complaining all that ere they saw that day That such a Noble King as he a prisoner there should stay And not fight for our Sauiour Iesus Christ. While they were here prouiding a ransome for his Grace The Dukes owne Sonne vnreuerently King Richard did abase For which with one small boxe o th eare he kild him in that place In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. UUith that into a Dungeon deepe this noble King was cast UUhile as a Lyon all in rage prouided was in haste To combate with this famous King so long as life did last The souldier of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. But gentle pitty moued much the Daughter of the Duke Whom deepely wounded was with loue proceeding from his looke For which to saue his Princely life she kindly vndertooke In honour of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. A rich imbroydered scarfe of silke she secretly conuaid Into the Dungeon where the King his execution staid The which to saue his gentle life an instrument was made In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ For when the hunger starued beast into the Dungeon came With open mouth to swallow him he nimbly tooke the same And stoutly thrust it downe his throat the Lyon thus to tame In honor of our Sauiour Iesus Christ. And so with valiant courage he puld
each day and each night to worke him despight That wearied with sorrowes he still might lament Good king thus abused he was at the last To Pomfret in Yorkeshire conuaid And there in a dungeon ful low in the grouÌ„d vnpitied he nightly was laied Not one for his miserie grieued that late was in place of royallest grace Where still the distressed he kindly relieu'd King Henry vsurping thus all his estate Could neuer in heart be content Till some of his friends in secrecy sought to kill him by cruell consent Who sooke to Pomfret hiâ—d where as the feare that toucht him so neare They finisht so soon as K. Richard there died Ther dyed this good king for murthereâ— he was That might well haue liued full long Had not ill counsell betraied his best good and done his hie fortunes this wrong But blood for blood still calls no bloody staind hand ran long in this land Stand surely but soone vnto misery falls Lankaster thus the Diadem gaind And won his title by blood Which after by heauens â—ight power not three generations stood But yeelded to Yorke againe thus fortune showes their proud ouer throwes That cunningly climes an imperial raigne FINIS A song of an English Knight that marryed the royall Princesse Lady Mary sister to King Henry the eight which Knight was afterward made Duke of Suffolke To the Tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life EIght Henry ruling in this land he had a sister faire That was the widdowed King of France inricht with vertues eare And being come to Englandâ— Court She oft beheld a Kinght Charles Brandon namd in whose faire eyes she cheifly tooke delight And noting in her Princely minde His gallent swéet behauiour Shee daily drew him by degrees still more and more in fauour Which he perceiuing courteâ—us Knight Found fitting time and place And thus in amorous sort began his loue sure to her grace I ayme at loue faire Queene said he Sweet let your loue incline That by your grace Charles Brandon may on earth be made diuine If worthlesse I might worthy be To haue so good a lot To please your highnesse in true loue my fancy doubteth not Or if that gentry might conuey So great a grace to me I can maintaine the same by birth being come of good degree If wealth you thinke be all my want Your highnesse hath great â—â—ore And my supplyment shall be loue what can you wish for more It hath been known when hearty loue Did tye the true loue knot Though now if gold and siluer want the marriage proueth not The goodly Queene hereat did blusâ— But made a dumbe reply Which he imagind what she meant and kist her reuerently Brandon quoth she I greater am Then would I were for thee But can as little master loue as them of low degree My father was a King and so A King my husband was My brother is the like and he will say I do transgresse But let him say what pleaseth him His liking I le forgoe And choose a loue to please myselfe though all the world sayes no. If Plough-men make their marriages As best contents their mind Why should not princes of estâ—te the like contentment find But tell me Brandon am I not More forward then beseemes Yet blame me not for loue I loue where best my fancy deemes And long may liue quoth he to loue Nor longer liue may I Then when I loue your royall grace and then disgraced dye But if I do deserue your loue My mind desires dispatch For many are the eyes in Court that on your beauty watch But am not I sweet Lady now More fancy then behooues Yet for my heart forgiue my tongue that speakes for him that loues The Quéene and this braue Gentleman Together both did wed And after sought the kings good will and of their wishes sped For Brandon soone was made a Duke and graced so in court Then who but he did fâ—ant it forth amongst the noblest sort And so from princely Brandons line and Maries did procéed The noble race of Suffolks house as after did succéed From whose high blood the Lady Iane Lord Guilford Dudleyes wife Came by descent who with her Lord in London lost her life FINIS A Song of the life and death of King Richâ—â—d the third who after many murthers by him committed vpon the Princes and Nobles of this Land was slâ—ine at the battell of Bosworth in Lester shire by Henry the seuenth King of England To the tune of Who list to lead a Souldiers life IN England once there raignd a King A Tirant firâ—e and sell Who for to gaine himselfe a Crowne gaue sure his soule to hell Third Richard was this Tirants name the worst of all the three That wrought such deeds of deadly dole that worser could not be For his desires were still by blood to be made Endglands King Which here to gaine that goâ—den prize did many a wondrous thing He slaughtered vp our noble Péeres and chiefest in this Land With euery one that likely was his title to withstand Foure bloudy fields the Tyrant sought ere he could bring to passe What he made lawlesse claime vnto as his best liking was Sixt Henries Princely sonne he slew Before his fathers face And weeded from our English throne all his renowned race This King likewise in Londons Tower he murthering made away His brother Duke of Clarence life he also did betray With those right noble Princes â—waine King Edwards children deare Because to Englands royall Crowne he thought them both too neere His owne deare wife also he slew Incesâ—uousâ—y to wed His owne deare daughter which for feare away from him was fled And made such hauocke in this land Of all the Royall bloud That onely one was left vnslaine to haue his claimes withstood Earle Richmond he by heauen preseru'd To right his Countries wrong From France prepar'd full well to fight brought ore an Army strong To whom Lord Stanley nobly came With many an English Peere And ioynd their forces in one Earle Richmonds heart to cheare Which newes when as the Tyrant heard How they were come on shore And how their forces day by day increased more and more He frets he fumes and ragingly A madding fury showes And thought it but in vaine to stay and so to battell goes Earle Richmond he in order braue His fearelesse armie laid In midst of whom these noble words their valiant leader said Now is the time and place swéet friends And we the souldiers be That must bring Englands peace againe or loose our liues must we Be valiant then we fight for fame And for our countries good Against a Tyrant markt with shame for shedding Englands blood I am right heire of Lancaster Intituled to the Crowne Against this bloody Boare of Yoâ—ke then let vs win renowne Meane while had furious Richard set His army in array And with a gastly looke of feare he stoutly thuâ— did say Shall Henry Richmond with his