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A48834	A lamentable ditty made on the death of Robert Deverux, Earl of Essex, who was beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ash-wednesday, 1603. The tune is Walladay; Lamentable dittie composed upon the death of Robert Lord Devereux late Earle of Essex.		1695 (1695)	Wing L269A; Wing L266; ESTC R217611	3,282	1

A Lamentable DITTY made on the Death of ROBERT DEVERUX Earl of ES 〈…〉 was Beheaded in the Tower of London on Ash-wednesday 1603. The Tune in W●…day SVVeet England's pride is gone welladay welladay VVhich makes her 〈◊〉 and groan ever more still He 〈◊〉 her same advance In Ireland Spain and France And by a sad ●…chance in front his ta●e He was a hectuous 〈◊〉 welladay c. And was esteemed hear evermore still He always lo●'● the 〈◊〉 Which makes them ●gh full 〈◊〉 His Death they did 〈◊〉 in every 〈◊〉 Brave Honour grac'd him still gallantly gallantly He ne'r did 〈…〉 in well it is known But Envy that soul ●●end Whose malice tyere both end With 〈…〉 vecturs friend unto this th●all At Life he did 〈…〉 gallantly c. All Men that is and was evermore still One day as it was seen In honour of the Queen Such deeds are seldom been as he did so abroad and she at home gallantly gallantly For Valour there was none 〈◊〉 him before But Ireland France and Spain That search great Essex's manie But England lov'd the same In every place But all would not prevail welladay welladay His beets did not prevail more was the pity He was condemn'd to dye For Treason certainly But God that sits on ●●●h knoweth all things That mundey in the Morn welladay c. That he to the City came with all his Troops That first began the strife And caus'd him lose his life And others 〈◊〉 the like as well as be Yet her Pryncely Majesty graciously graciously Hath pardon given frie to many of them She hath releast them quite And given them their right They did pray day and night God to defend her Shrove-Tuesday in the night welladay c. With a bea●y hearted spight as it is said The Lieutenant of the Tower VVho kept him in his power At ten a clock that hour to him did come And told unto him there mournfully c. My Lord you must prepare to dye to morrow God's will be done quoth he Yet shall you strangely see God strong in me to be though I am 〈◊〉 I pray you pray for me welladay c. That God may string then me against that hour Then straight way he did call To the Guard under the wall And did intreat them all for him to pray For to morrow is the day welladay c. That I 〈◊〉 must pay which I do owe It is my Life I mean VVhich I must 〈…〉 Queen Then so hath Justice given that I must dye In the morning was he brought welladay c. VVhere the Scaffold was set up within the Tower Many Lords were present then VVhich other Gentlemen VVhich were appointed then to see him bye You Noble Lords quoth he welladay c. That must the witness of this my dream Know I ne'r lov'd papisscy But 〈◊〉 doth it 〈◊〉 And thus both Essex dye here in this place I have a ●●ance been welladay c. Yet never wrong'd my Queen in all my life My God I did offend VVhich grieves me at my end May all the rest amend I do then forgive To the State I ne'r meant ill welladay c. Neither wisht the Counn●●● ill in all my life But lov'd with all my heart And always took these part VVhereas there were desert in every place Then mildly did he pray mournfully c. He might the favour Love private to pray He then pray'd bea●tsly And with great fervency To God that 〈◊〉 on high for to receive him And then he pray'd again mournfully c. God to preserve his Queen from all her foes And 〈◊〉 long to reign And not to 〈◊〉 Spain 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 her His 〈…〉 off then welladay c. And 〈…〉 Hat and Band and hung them by Staying all continually To God 〈…〉 on high That is 〈…〉 the 〈…〉 My 〈…〉 that must be then said he chearfully Let him to 〈…〉 to me that Justly see him VVho here 〈◊〉 in him then Art thou 〈…〉 the Ma● VVho are appointed now my life to free Yes my Lord he did say welladay c. Forgive 〈◊〉 I you pray for this your death I here to 〈◊〉 forgive And 〈…〉 Justice like No foul Crimes to forgive 〈…〉 place Then he kneeled down again welladay c. And was required by some there standing by To forgive his Enemies Before 〈◊〉 clos'd his eyes VVhich he did in hearty wise thanking him for it That they would remember him welladay c. That he would forgive all them that hath him wrong'd Now my Lords I take my leave Sweet Child my Soul receive Now when you will prepare I am ready He laid his head on the Block welladay c. But his 〈◊〉 let the 〈◊〉 some there did say VVhat must be done must be Shall be done presently Then his Doublet 〈◊〉 put be and laid down again Then the Headsman did his part cruelly cruelly He was not seen to start for all the blows His Soul is now at rest In Heaven among the blest VVhere God send us to rest when it shall please him A Lamentable BALLAD on the Earl of ESSEX The Tune is Essex's last Good night ALl you that cry O hone O hone come now and sing O hone with me For why our Iewell is from us gone the valiant Knight of Chivalry Of rich and poor belov'd was be in time an honourable Knight VVhen by our Laws condemn'd to dye he lately took his last good night Count him not like to Champion those traitoreus Men of Babington Nor like the Earl of Westmorland by whom a number were undone he never yet hurt Mother's son his quarrel still maintains the right VVhich makes the tears my face down run when I think on his last good night The Portugals can witness be his Dagger at Lisbon Gate he slung And like a Knight of Chivalry his Chain upon the Gate or he flung I would to God that he would come to fetch them back in order right VVhich thing was by his honour done yet lately took his last good night The Frenchmen they can 〈◊〉 the Town of Gourney he took in And 〈◊〉 to Rome immediately not caring for his 〈…〉 VVith Bullets then he pierc'● their skin and 〈◊〉 them fly from his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 there that time did credit win and now hath tane his last good night And stately Cales can witness be then in his Proclamation right He 〈◊〉 command them all straightly to have a care of Infants lives And that none would hurt Men or 〈◊〉 which was against their right Therefore they pray'd for his long life which lately took his last good night VVould God be ne'r had Ireland known nor set one foot on Flanders ground Then might we well ●●●oy'd our own where now our Jewel will not be 〈◊〉 VVhich makes our 〈…〉 still abound 〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 tears in our sight To hear his Name in our ears to sou●d Lord Deverux took his last good night Ash-wednesday that ●isnral day when he came forth his Chamber 〈◊〉 Vpon a 〈◊〉 there he saw his head man standing him before His 〈◊〉 all they 〈◊〉 deplore shedding salt tears in his sight He said farewel to rich and 〈◊〉 at hi good-morrow and good-night My Lords said he you stand but by to see performance of the Law It is I that have desive'd to dye and yield my self unto the 〈◊〉 I have deserv'd to dye I know but ne'r against my Country's right Nor to my Queen 〈◊〉 then 〈◊〉 upon my death at my good-night Farewel Elizabeth my gracious 〈◊〉 God bless thee with thy Council all Farewel my Knights of Chivaley farewel my Souldiers stout and tall Farewel the Commons great and small into the hands of Men 〈…〉 My life shall make attends for all for Essex bids the World good-night Farewel dear VVife and Children 〈◊〉 farewel my kind and tender son Comfort yourselves mourn not for me although your fall be now begun My time is come my glass is run comfort your self in former light 〈◊〉 by my fall you are undone your Father bids the World good-night Derick thou know'st at Cales 〈…〉 thy life lost for a Rape there done As thou thy self can't 〈◊〉 thine own hand 〈◊〉 and twenty hung But now thou seest myself 〈◊〉 come by chance into thy 〈◊〉 light Strike out thy blow that I may know thou Essex lov'd at his good night VVhen England coun●● me a Papist the work of Papists I defie I ne'r worshipt 〈◊〉 nor angel in h●● nor the Virgin Mary 〈…〉 But to Christ which for my 〈…〉 trickling with sols years in his sight Spreading my acins to God on high Lord Jesus receive my Soul this night Printed for A. M. ● D. and T. ●●●ray at the Angel in Duck-lane