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A New ballad shewing how a Prince of England loved the Kings daughter of France and how the Prince was disasterously slain, and how the aforesaid Princess was afterwards married to a forester : the tune is Crimson velvet.
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1690
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Wing N572; ESTC R180893
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A new Ballad shewing how a Prince of England loved the Kings Daughter of France and how the Prince was disasterously slain and how the aforesaid Princess was â—â—terwards Marrâ—ed to a Forester The tune is Crimson Velvet HENRY THE 5 KING OF FRANCE AND POLE IN the days of Old when fair France did flourish Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy The King a daughter had beauteous fair and lovely Which made her father glad she was his only Ioy A Prince of England came Whose déeds did merit fame he woo'd her long and loe at last Look what he did require She granted his desire their hearts in one were linked fast Which when her Father proved Lord how he was moved and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them Fortune crossed Lovers kind When as these Princes twain were thus bar'd of pleasure Through the Kings disdain which their joys withstood The Lady lockt up close her Iewels and her Treasure Having no remorse of state or Royal blood In homely poor array She went from Court away to méet her love and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great Had taken up his Seat to wait her coming in the night But loe what sudden danger To this Princely stranger chanced as he sat alone By Out-laws he was Robbed And with Poniard stabbed uttering many a dying groan The Princess arived by him and by true desire Wandring all that night without dread at all Still unknown she past in her strange attire Coming at the last within an Ecchoes call You fair wood quoth she Honoured may you be harbouring my hearts delight Which doth encompass here My joy and onely dear my trusty friend comely Knight Sweet I come unto thée Swéet I come to Wooe thée that thou mayst not angry be For my long delaying And thy courteous staying amends for all I 'le make to thée Passing thus along through the silent Forest Many a grievous groan sounded in her ear Where she heard a man to lament the forest Chance that ever came forc'd by deadly strife Farewel my dear quoth he Whom I shall never sée for why my life is at an end For thy swéet sake I dye Through Villains cruelty to shew I am a faithful friend Here lie I a bléeding While my thoughts are féeding on the rarest beauty found O hard hap that may be Little knows my Lady my heart blood lies on the ground With that he gives a groan that did break asunder All the tender strings of his gentle heart She who knew his voice at his tale did wonder All her former joys did to grief convert Straight she run to see Who this man should be that so like her love did speak And found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain smeard in blood which life did break Which when that she espyed Lord how she cryed her sorrows could not counted be Her eyes like fountains running While she cry'd out my darling would God that I had dy'd for thée His pale lips alas twenty times she kissed And his face did wash with her brinish tears Every bléeding wound her fair face bedewed Wiping off the blood with her golden hair Speak my love quoth she Speak fair Prince to me one swéet word of comfort give Lift up thy fair eyes Listen to my cryes think in what great grief I live All in vain she sued All in vain she wooed the Princes life was fled and gone There stood she still mourning Till the Suns approaching and bright day was coming on The second part to the same Tune IN this great distress quoth this Royal Lady Who can now express what will become of me To my Fathers Court never will I wander But some service séek where I may placed be Whilst she thus made her moan Wéeping all alone in this déep and deadly fear A Forrester all in gréen Most comely to be seen ranging the wood did find her there Round beset with sorrow Maid quoth he good morrow what hard hap hath brought you here Harder hap did never Chance to a Maiden ever here lyes slain my brother dear Where might I be plac'd gentle Forrester tell me Where might I procure a service in my néed Pains will I not spare but will do my duty Ease me of my care help my extream néed The Forrester all amazed On her beauty gazed till his heart was set on fire If fair Maid quoth he You will go with me you shall have your hearts desire He brought her to his Mother And above all other he set forth this Maidens praise Long was his heart inflamed At length her love he gained so fortune did his glory raise Thus unknown he matcht with the Kings fair daughter Children seven he had e're she to him was known But when he understood she was a Royal Princess By this means at last he shewed forth her fame He cloath'd his Children then Not like to other men in party colours strange to sée The right side cloth of gold The left side to behold of woolen cloth still framed he Men thereat did wonder Golden Fame did thunder this strange deed in every place The King of France came thither Being pleasant weather in these Woods the Hart to chase The Children there did stand as their Mother willed Where the Royal King must of force come by Their Mother richly clad in fair Crimson Velvet Their Father all in gray most comely to the eye When this famous King Noting every thing did ask how he durst be so bold To let his wife to wear And deck his Children there in costly robes of Pearl and gold The Forrester bold replyed And the cause descryed and to the King he thus did say Well may they by their Mother Wear rich cloaths with other being by birth a Princess born The King upon these words more heedfully beheld them Till a Crimson blush his conceit did cross The more I look quoth he upon thy Wife and Children The more I call to mind that daughter whom I lost I am that Child quoth she Falling on her knée pardon me my Soveraign Liege The King perceiving this His Daughter deer did kiss till joyful tears did stop his spéech With his train he turned And with her sojourned straight he dub'd her husband Kt. He made him Earl of Flanders One of his chief Commanders thus was their sorrows put to flight Printed for F. Coles T. Vere and J. Wright