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A20133	Strange histories, or, Songs and sonnets, of kinges, princes, dukes, lords, ladyes, knights, and gentlemen and of certaine ladyes that were shepheards on Salisburie plaine : very pleasant either to be read or songe, and a most excellent warning for all estates / by Thomas Delone.	Deloney, Thomas, 1543?-1600.	1612 (1612)	STC 6568; ESTC S1079	30,294	97

Strange Histories OR Songs and Sonnets of Kinges Princes Dukes Lords Ladyes Knights and Gentlemen And of certaine Ladyes that were Shepheards on Salisburie plaine Very pleasant either to be read or songe and a most excellent Warning for all estates By Thomas Delone Haud curo inuidiam At London printed by R. B. for W. Barley and are to be sold at his Shoppe ouer against Cree-church neere All-gate 1612. THE TABLE Cant 1. A mournefull Dittie on the death of faire Rosamond King Henrie the seconds Concubine Cant 2. The Kentish-men with long tayles Cant 3. Of King Henrie the first and his Children Cant 4. The Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamitie Cant 5. King Edward the Second crowning his Sonne King of England Cant 6. The imprisonment of Queene Elinor Cant 7. The death of King Iohn poysoned by a Frier Cant 8. The imprisonment of King Edward the second Cant 9. The murthering of King Edward the second being kild with a hot burning Spit Cant 10. The Lamentation of the Lord Matreuers and sir Thomas Gurney being banished the realme Cant 11. A new Song of King Edgar Cant 12. Of King Edward the third and the Countesse of Salisburie Cant 13. The winning of the I le of Man by the Earle of Salisburie Cant. 14. The Rebellion of Watte Tiler and Iacke Straw against King Richard the second Cant 15. A Dialogue betweene Troylus and Cressida Cant 16. A Mayde in prayse of her Loue. Cant 17. A Louer bewayling the absence of his Loue. Cant 18. A speech betweene Ladyes being Shepheards on Salisburie plaine A mournefull Dittie on the death of faire Rosamond King Henrie the seconds Concubine Cant. 1. To the tune of Flying Fame WHen as King Henrie rul'd this land the second of that name Besides the Queene he dearly lou'd a faire and princely Dame Most pearelesse was her beautie found Her fauour and her face A sweeter creature in this world did neuer Prince imbrace Her crisped Lockes like threedes of Gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely Eyes like orient Pearles did cast a heauenly light The Bloud within her christall Cheekes did such a collour driue As though the Lilly and the Rose for maistership did striue Yea Rosamond faire Rosamond her name was called so To whom Dame Elinor our Queene was knowne a cruell foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Queene At Woodstocke buylded such a Bower the like was neuer seene Most curiously that Bower was buylt of Stone and Timber strong A hundered and fiftie Doores did to that Bower belong And they so cunningly contriu'd with turnning round about That none but with a Clew of Threed could enter in or out And for his Loue and Ladyes sake that was so faire and Bright The keeping of this Bower he gaue vnto a valiant Knight But fortune that doth often frowne where she before did smile The Kings delight the Ladyes ioy full soone she did beguile For why the Kinges vngratious sonne whome he did high aduance Against his Father raysed warres within the Realme of France But yet before our comely King the English land forsooke Of Rosamond his Lady faire his fare well thus he tooke My Rosamond my onely Rose that pleaseth best mine eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my fantacie The Flower of my affected heart whose sweetnesse doth excell My royall Rose a hundred times I bid thee now farewell For I must leaue my fairest Flower my sweetest Rose a space And crosse the Seas to famous France proud Rebels to abase But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my comming shortly see And in my heart while hence I am I le beare my Rose with mee When Rosamond that Lady bright did heare the King say so The sorrow of her greeued heart her outward lookes did show And from her cleare and christall eyes the teares gusht out apace Which like the siluer pearled dew ran downe her comely face Her lips like to a Corrall red did wax both wan and pale And for the sorrow she conceiu'd her vitall spirits did fayle And falling downe all in a sound before King Henries face Full oft betweene his princely armes her corpes he did imbrace And twenty times with waterie eyes he kist her tender cheeke Vntill she had receiued againe her senses milde and meeke Why grieues my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did euer say Because quoth she to bloudy warres my Lord must part away But sith your Grace in forraine coastes among your foes vnkind Must go to hazard life and limme why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your Shield and Target beare That on my breast that blow may light which should annoy you there O let me in your royall Tent prepare your Bed at night And with sweete Bathes refresh your Grace at your returne from fight So I your presence may enioy no toyle I must refuse But wanting you my life is death which doth true loue abuse Content thy selfe my dearest friend thy rest at home shall bee In Englands sweete and pleasant soyle for trauaile fits not thee Faire Ladyes brooke not bloudy Warres sweete Peace their pleasures breede The nourisher of hearts content which Fancie first doth feede My Rose shall rest in Woodstocke Bower with Musickes sweete delight While I among the piercing Pikes against my foes do fight My Rose in Robes and Pearle of Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall daunce the Galiards of my loue while I my foes do smite And you sir Thomas whom I trust to beare my Loues defence Be carefull of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence The Flowers of my affected heart whose sweetenesse doth excell My royall Rose a hundred times I bid thee now farewell And at their parting well they might in heart be grieued sore After that day faire Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace did passe the seas and into France was gone Queene Elinor with enuious heart to Woodstocke came anone And foorth she cald this trustie Knight which kept the curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined Threed came from that famous Flower And whē that they had wounded him the Queene his Threed did get And went where Lady Rosamond was like an Angell set But when the Queene with stedfast eye beheld her heauenly face She was amazed in her minde at her exceeding grace Cast off from thee thy Robes she said that rich and costly bee And drink thou vp this deadly draught which I haue brought for thee But presently vpon her knees sweete Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queene she crau'd for her offences all Take pittie on my youthfull yeares faire Rosamond did cry And let me not with Poyson strong inforced be to dye I will renounce this sinfull life And in a Cloyster bide Or else be banisht if you please to range the world so wide And for the fault which I haue done though I was forst thereto Preserue my life and punnish me as you thinke

of Kent For when Queene Mary was deceast the Dutchesse home return'd againe Who was of sorrow quite releast by Queene Elizabeths happy raigne For whose life and prosperitie We may prayse God continually FINIS How King Henrie the second crowning his Sonne King of England in his owne life time and was by him most grieuously vexed with warres Cant 5. To the tune of Wigmores Galliard YOu Parents whose affection fond vnto your Children doth appeare Marke well the storie now in hand wherein you shall great matters heare And learne by this which shall be told to hold your Children still in awe Least otherwise they prooue too bold and set not by your state a strawe King Henrie second of that name for very loue that he did beare Vnto his Sonne whose courteous fame did through the Land his credite reare Did call the Prince vpon a day vnto the Court in royall sort Attyred in most rich array and there he made him Princely sport And afterward he tooke in hand for feare he should deceiued be To crowne him King of faire England while life possest his Maiestie What time the King in humble sort like to a subiect waighted then Vpon his Sonne and by report swore vnto him his noble-men And by this meanes in England now two Kinges at once together liue But Lordly rule will not allow in partnership their dayes to driue The Sonne therefore ambitiously doth seeke to pull his Father downe By bloudy warre and subtiltie to take from him his Princely Crowne Sith I am King thus did he say why should I not both rule and raigne My heart disdaines for to obey yea all or nothing will I gaine Hereon he rayseth Armies great and drawes a number to his part His Fathers force downe right to beate and with his Speare to pierce his heart In seauen set Battles did he fight against his louing Father deare To ouerthrow him in despight to win himselfe a Kingdome cleare But nought at all could he preuaile his Armies alwayes had the worst Such griefe did then his heart assaile he thought himselfe of God accurst And therefore falling wondrous sicke he humbly to his Father sent The worme of Conscience did him pricke and his vile deedes he did lament Requiring that his noble Grace would now forgiue all that was past And come to him in heauie case being at poynt to breath his last When this word came vnto our King the newes did make him wondrous woe And vnto him he sent his Ring where he in parson would not goe Commend me to my Sonne he sayd so sicke in bed as he doth lie And tell him I am well appaide to heare he doth for mercie crie The Lord forgiue his foule offence and I forgiue them all quoth he His euill with good I le recompence beare him this message now from me When that the Prince did see the Ring he kissed it in ioyfull wise And for his faultes his hands did wring while bitter teares gusht from his eyes And to his Lords that stood him nie with feeble voyce then did he call Desiring them immediatly to strip him from his garments all Take off from me these Robes so rich and lap me in a cloth of Haire Quoth he my grieuous sinnes are such Hell fiers flame I greatly feare A Hempton Halter then he tooke about his necke he put the same And with a grieuous pittious looke this speech vnto them he did frame You reuerend Bishops more and lesse pray for my Soule to God on hie For like a Thiefe I doe confesse I haue deserued for to die And therefore by this Halter heere I yeeld my selfe vnto you all A wretch vnworthy to appeare before my God Celestiall Wherefore within your Hempton Bed all strew'd with ashes as it is Let me be lay'd when I am dead and draw me there vnto by this Yea by this Halter strong and tough dragge foorth my carkas to the same Yet is that Couche not bad enough for my vile body wrapt in shame And when you see me lye along be powdered in ashes there Say there is he that did such wrong vnto his Father euery where And with that word he breath'd his last wherefore according to his minde They drew him by the necke full fast vnto the place by him assign'd And afterward in solemne sort at Roan in Fraunce buried was he Where many Princes did resort to his most Royall obsequie FINIS The imprisonment of Queene Elinor wife to King Henrie the second by whose meanes the King Sonnes so vnnaturally rebelled against their Father of her lamentation being xvi yeares in Prison whom her Sonne Richard when he came to be King released and how at her deliuerance she caused many Prisoners to be set at libertie Cant. 6. To the tune of Come liue with me c. THrice woe is me vnhappy Queene thus to offend my princely Lord My foule offence to plaine is seene and of good People most abhord I doe confesse my fault it was These bloudy Warres came thus to passe My iealous minde hath wrought my woe let all good Ladyes shun mistrust My enuie wrought my ouerthrow and by my mallice most vniust My Sonnes did seeke their Fathers life By bloudy Warres and cruell strife What more vnkindnesse could be showne to any Prince of high renowne Then by his Queene and loue alone to stand in danger of his Crowne For this offence most worthily In dolefull Prison doe I lie But that which most tormentes my mind and makes my grieuous heart complaine Is for to thinke that most vnkind I brought my selfe in such disdaine That now the King cannot abide I should be lodged by his side In dolefull Prison I am cast debard of Princely companie The Kings good will quite haue I lost and purchast nought but imfamie And neuer must I see him more Whose absence grieues my heart full sore Full fifteene Winters haue I beene imprisoned in the Dungion deepe Whereby my ioyes are wasted cleane where my poore eyes haue learn'd to weepe And neuer since I could attaine His Kingly loue to me againe Too much in deed I must confesse I did abuse his royall Grace And by my great malitiousnesse his wrong I wrought in euey place And thus his loue I turn'd to hate Which I repent but all too late Sweete Rosamond that was so faire out of her curious Bower I brought A poysoned Cup I gaue her there whereby her death was quickly wrought The which I did with all despight Because she was the Kings delight Thus often did the Queene lament and she in prison long did lie Her former deedes she did repent with many a watery weeping eye But at the last this newes was spread the King was on a sodaine dead But when she heard this tydinges told most bitterly she mourned then Her wofull heart she did vnfold in sight of many Noble men And her sonne Richard being King from dolefull Prison did her bring Who set her for to

are to kind to him quoth she hence foorth more straighter looke you be And in their wrighting subtilly they sent them word that he should die The Lord Matreuers all dismayd vnto sir Thomas Gurney said The Queene is much displeas'd quoth hee for Edwards too much liberty And by her Letters doth bewray that soone hest all be made away T is best Sir Thomas then replide the Queenes wish should not be denide whereby we shall haue her good will and keepe our selues in credite still How the King was poysoned and yet hee escaped and afterward how when they saw thereby he was not dispatched of life they locked him in a most noysome filthy place that with the stincke thereof he might be choaked and when that preuailed not how they thrust a hotte burning Spitte into his Fundament till they had burnt his Bowels within his Body whereof he dyed Cant. 9. To the tune of How can the Tree THe Kings curst Keepers ayming at reward hoping for fauour of the furiours Queene On wretched Edward had they no regard far from their hearts was mercy mooued cleene Wherefore they mingle Poyson with his meate which made the man most fearefull for to eate For by the state he often times suspected the venome couched in a daintie dish Yet his faire Body was full sore infected so ill they spiced both his Flesh and Fish But his strong nature all their craft beguiles the Poyson breaking forth in Blaines and Biles An vgly scabbe ore-spreads his lilly skinne foule Botches breake vpon his manly face Thus sore without and sorrowfull within the dispis'd man doth liue in wofull case Like to a Lazer did he then abide that shewes his sores a long the high waies side But when this practise proou'd not to their minde and that they saw he liu'd in their despight An other damnd deuice then did they finde by stinking sauours for to choake him quite In an odde corner did they locke him fast hard by the which their Carrion they did cast The stinck whereof might be compar'd wel-nie to that foule Lake where cursed Sodome stood That poysoned Birdes which ouer it did flie euen by the sauour of that filthy mudde Euen so the smell of that corrupted Den was able for to choake ten thousand men But all in vaine it would not doe God wot his good complexion still droue out the same Like to the boyling of a seething Pot that castes the scamme into the fiery flame Thus still he liu'd and liuing still they sought his death whose downefall was already wrought Lothing his life at last his Keepers came into his Chamber in the dead of night And without noyse they entred soone the same with weapons drawne torches burning bright Where the poore prisoner fast a sleepe in bed lay on his belly nothing vnder 's head The which aduantage when the murderers saw a heauie Table on him they did throw Wherewith awakt his breath he scant could drawe with vvaight thereof they kept him vnder so And turning vp the cloathes aboue his hips to hold his legges a couple quickly skips Then came the Murtherers one a horne had got which far into his fundament downe he thrust An other with a Spit all burning hot the same quite through the horne he strongly pusht Among his intrailes in most cruell wise forcing heereby most lamentable cryes And vvhile vvithin his body they did keepe the burning spit still rovvling vp and dovvne Most mournefull the murthered man did vveepe vvhose vvailefull noise vvakt many in the tovvne Who gessing by his cries his death drevv neere tooke great compassion on the noble peere And at vvhich bitter screeke vvhich did make they praid to God for to receiue his soule His ghastly grones inforst their hearts to ake yet none durst goe cause the Bell to towle Ha mee poore man alacke alacke he cryed and long it was before the time he dyed Strong was his heart and long it was God knowes ere it would stoope vnto the stroke of Death First was it wounded with a thousand woes before he did resigne his vitall breath And beeing murdred thus as you do heare no outward hurt vpon him did appeare This cruell murder being brought to passe the Lord Matreuers to the court did hie To shew the Queene her will performed was great recompence he thought to get thereby But when the Queene the sequell vnderstands disembling she weepes and wrings her hands Accursed traytor hast thou slaine quoth she my noble wedded Lord in such a sort Shame and confusion euer light on thee oh how I greeue to heere this vile report Hence cursed catiue from my sight she said that hath of mea wofull widdow made Then all a basht Matreuers goes his way the saddest man that euer life did beare And to Sir Thomas Gurney did bewray What bitter speech the Queene did giue him there Then did the Queene outlaw them both together and banisht them faire Englands bounds for euer Thus the dissembling Queene did seeke to hide the heynous act by her owne meanes effected The knowledge of the deed she still denide that she of murder might not be suspected But yet for all the subtilty she wrought the trueth vnto the world was after brought FINIS The dolefull lamentation of the Lord Matreuers and Sir Thomas Gurney being banished the realme Cant 9. To the tune of Light of loue ALas that euer that day we did see that false smiling fortune so ficke should be Our miseries are many our woes without end to purchase vs fauour we both did offend Our deedes haue deserued both sorrow and shame but woe worth the persons procured the same Alacke and alacke with griefe may vve cry that euer vve forced King Edvvard to dye The Bishop of Hereford ill may he fare he vvrot vs a letter rare To Kill princely Edvvard feare not it is good thus much by his letter vve then vnderstood But curst be the time that we tooke it in hand to follow such councell and wicked commaund Alacke and alacke with griefe we may crye that euer we forced King Edward to dye Forgiue vs sweete Sauiour tha● damnable deed which causeth with sorrow our harts for to bleed And take compassion vpon our distresse put farre from thy presence our great wickednes With teares all bedewed for mercy we cry and do not the penitent mercy deny Alacke and alacke with griefe we may say that euer we made King Edward away For this haue we lost our goods and our land our Castles and Towers so stately that stand Our Ladies and babies are turn'd out of doore like comfortlesse caitiues both naked and poore Both friendlesse and fatherlesse do they complaine for gone are their comforts that should them maintaine Alacke and alacke and alas may we cry that euer we forced King Edward to dye while they go wringing their hands vp downe in seeking for succour from towne to towne All wrapped in wretchednesse do we remaine tormented perplexed in dolour