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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

good to doe And with these words her lilly hands shee wrongfull often there And downe along her louely cheekes proceeded many a teare But nothing could this furious Queene therewith apeased bee The cup of deadly Poyson fild as she sat on her knee Shee gaue the comely Dame to drinke who tooke it in her hand And from her bended knee arose and on her feete did stand And casting vp her eyes to heauen she did for mercie call And drinking vp the Poyson then her life she lost withall And when that Death through euery lim had done his greatest spight Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse she was a glorious wight Her body then they did intombe when life was fled away At Godstow neere Oxford towne as may be seene this day FINIS The valiant courage and policie of the Kentishmen with long tayles whereby they kept their auncient Lawes and Customes which William the Conquerour sought to take from them Cant. 2. To the tune of Rogero WHhen as the Duke of Normandie with glistring Speare and Shield Had entred into faire England and told his foes in fielde On Christmas day in soleme sort then was he crowned heere By Albert Archbishop of Yorke with many a noble Peere Which being done he changed quite the custome of the land And punisht such as dayly sought his Statutes to withstand And many Citties he subdude faire London with the rest And Kent did still withstand his force which did his Lawes detest To Douer then he tooke his way the Castle downe to fling Which Aruiragus builded there the noble Brittaine King Which when the braue Arch-bishop bold of Canterburie knew The Abbot of S. Austins eke with all their gallant crew They set themselues in Armour bright these mischiefes to preuent With all the Yeomen braue and bold that were in fruitfull Kent At Canterburie they did meet vpon a certaine day With Sword and Speare with Bill and Bow and stopt the Conquerors way Let vs not liue like Bond men poore to Frenchmen in their pride But keepe our auncient libertie what chaunce so ere betide And rather die in bloudy fielde in manlike courage prest Then to indure the seruile yoake which we so much detest Thus did the Kentish Commons cry vnto their Leaders still And so marcht foorth in warlike sorte and stood at Swanscombe hill Where in the Woodes they hid themselues vnder the shady greene Thereby to get them vantage good of all their foes vnseene And for the Conquerors comming there they priuily layde waite And thereby sodainely appald his loftie high conceite For when they spyed his approach in place as they did stand Then marched they to hemme him in each one a Bough in hand So that vnto the Conquerours sight amazed as he stood They seem'd to be a walking Groue or else a moouing Wood. The shape of men he could not see the Boughes did hide them so And now his heart with feare did quake to see a Forest goe Before behinde and on each side as he did cast his eye He spide these Woodes with sober pace approch to him full nye But when the Kentishmen had thus inclosed the Conquerour round Most sodainely they drew their swords and threw their Boughs to grownd Their Banners they displaide in spight their Trumpets sound a charge Their ratling Drummes strike vp Alarume their troopes stretch out at large The Conquerour with all his traine were hereat sore a gast And most in perill when he thought all perill had beene past Vnto the Kentishmen he sent the cause to vnderstand For what intent and for what cause they tooke this Warre in hand To whom they made this short reply for libertie we fight And to enioy K. Edwards Lawes the which we hold our right Then sayd the dreadfull Conquerour you shall haue what you will Your auncient Customes and your Lawes so that you will be still And each thing else that you will craue with reason at my hand So you will but acknowledge mee chiefe King of faire England The Kentishmen agreed hereon and layd their Armes aside And by this meanes King Edwards Lawes in Kent doth still abide And in no place in England else those Customes doe remaine Which they by manly pollicie did of Duke William gaine FINIS How King Henrie the first had his Children drowned in the Sea as they came out of France Cant. 3. To the tune of the Ladyes daughter AFter our royall King had foyld his Foes in France And spent the pleasant Spring his Honour to aduance Into faire England he return'd with fame and victorie What time the subiectes of this Land receiu'd him ioyfully But at his home returne his children left he still In France for to soiorne to purchase learned skill Duke William his brother deare Lord Richard was his name Which was the Earle of Chester then who thirsted after fame The Kings faire Daughter eke the Lady Mary bright With diuers noble Peeres and many a hardy Knight All those were left togeather there in pleasure and delight When that our King to England came after the bloudy fight But when faire Flora had drawne foorth her treasure dry That Winter cold and sad with hoarie head drew ny Those Princes all with one consent prepared all things meete To passe the seas for faire England whose sight to them was sweete To England let vs hie thus euery one did say For Christmas draweth me no longer let vs stay But spend the merry Christmas time within our Fathers Court Where Lady Pleasure doth attend with many a Princely sport To Sea those Princes went fullfilled with mirth and ioy But this their merriment did turne to deare annoy The Saylers and the Shipmen all through foule excesse of Wine Were so disguis'de that at the Sea they shewd themselues like Swine The Sterne no man could guide the Maister sleepeng lay The Saylers all beside went reeling euery way So that the Ship at randome rode vpon the foaming Flood Whereby in perill of their liues the Princes alwaies stood Which made distilling teares from their faire eyes to fall Their hearts were fild with teares no helpe they had at all They wish themselues vpon the land a thousand times and more And at the last they came in sight of Englands pleasant shore Then euery one began to turne their sighes to smiles Their colours pale and wan a chearefull looke exiles The Princly Lordes most louingly their Ladyes did imbrace For now in England shall we be quoth they in little space Take comfort now they sayd behold the Land at last Then be no more dismayde the worst is gone and past But while they did this ioyfull hope with comfort entertaine The goodly Ship vpon a Rocke on sunder burst in twaine With that a greeuous shreeke among them there was made And euery one did seeke on something to be stayde But all in vaine such helpe they sought the Ship so soone did sinke That in the Sea they were constrain'd to take their latest

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

rule the Land while to Ierusalem he went And while she had this charge in hand her care was great in gouernment And many a Prisoner then in hold she set at large from yrons cold The lamentable death of king Iohn how he was poysoned in the Abby of Swinested by a Frier Cant. 7. To the tune of Fortune A Trecherous deed foorth-with I shall you tell Which on King Iohn on a sodaine fell To Lincoln-shire proceeding on his way At Swinsted Abbey one whole night he lay There did the King appose his wellcome good But much deceipt lies vnder an Abbots Hood There did the King himselfe in safety thinke But there the King receiued his latest drinke Great cheare they made vnto his royall Grace While he remaind a guest within that place But while they smilde and laughed in his sight They wrought great treason shadowed with delight A flat fact Monke comes with a glosing tale To giue the King a Cup of spiced Ale A deadlier drought was neuer offered man Yet this false Monke vnto the King began Which when the King without mistrust did see He tooke the Cup of him most couragiously But while he held the poysoned cupe in hand Our Noble King amazed much did stand For casting downe by chance his Princely eyes On pretious Iewels which he had full nye He saw the culloure of each Pretious stone Most strangely turne and alter one by one Their orient brightnesse to a pale dead hue Were changed quite the cause no person knew And such a sweate did ouer spread them all And stood like dew which on faire flowers fall And hereby was their pretious natures tride For Pretious-stones foule poyson cannot bide But through our King beheld their colour pale Mistrusted not the poyson in the Ale For why the Monke the taste before him tooke Nor knew the King how ill he did it brooke And therefore he a harty draught did take Which of his life a quicke dispatch did make Th' infectious drinke fumde vp into his head And throught the Veines in the heart it spread Distempering the pure vnspotted braine That doth in man his memorie maintaine Then felt the King an extreame griefe to grow Through all his intrails being infected so Whereby he knew through anguish which he felt The Monke with him most traiterously had delt The grones he gaue did make all men to wonder ' He cast as if his heart would burst in sunder And still he cald while he thereon did thinke For the false Monk which brought y e deadly drinke And then his Lords went searching round about In euery place to find the Traytor out At length they found him dead as any stone Within a corner lying all alone For hauing tasted of that poysoned Cup Whereof our King the residue drunke vp The enuious Monke himselfe to death did bring That he thereby might kill our royall King But when the King with wonder heard them tell The Monkes body did with poyson swell Why then my Lords full quickly now quoth he A breatlesse King you shall among you see Behold he said My Vaines in peeces cracke A grieuous torment feele I in my backe And by this poyson deadly and accurst I feele my heart stringes ready for to burst With that his eyes did turne within his head A pale dead coulour through his face did spread And lying gasping with a colde faint breath The royall King was ouercome by death His mournfull Lords wich stood about him then With all their force and troups of warlike men To Worcester the Corpes they did conuey With drum and trumpet marching all the way And in the faire Cathedrall Chuch I finde They buried him according to their minde Most pompeously best fitting for a King Who were applauded greatly for this thing The cruell imprisonment of King Edward the second at the Castle of Barkeley the 22. of September 1327. Cant. 8. To the tune of Labandela shot WHen Isabell faire Englands Queene in wofull warres had victorious beene Our comely King her husband deare subdued by strength as did appeare By her was sent to prison strong for hauing done his crountry wrong In Barkeley Castle cast was he denyed of Royall dignitie Where he was kept in wofull wise his Queene did him so much despise There did he liue in vvofull state such is a Womans deadly hate vvhen fickle fancie follovves change and lustfull thoughts delight to range Lord Mortimer was so in minde the Kinges sweete loue was left behinde And none vvas knovvne a greater foe vnto King Edvvard in his woe Then Isabell his crowned Queene as by the sequell shall be seene While he in Prison poorely lay a Parliament was held straight way What time his foes apeace did bring billes of complaint against the King So that the Nobles of the Land vvhen they the matter throughtly scand Pronounced them these speeches plaine he was vnworthy for to raigne Therefore they made a flat decree he should foorthwith desposed be And his Sonne Edward young of yeares was iudged by the noble Peeres Most meete to weare the Princely Crowne his Father being thus puld downe Which words when as the Queene did heare dissemblingly as did appeare She wept she waild and wrong her hands before the Lords whereas she stands Which when the Prince her Sonne did see he spake these words most curteously My sweete Queene Mother weepe not so thinke not your Sonne will seeke your woe Though English Lords choose me their King my owne deare Father yet liuing Thinke not thereto I will consent except my father be content And with good will his Crowne resigne and graunt it freely to be mine Wherefore Queene mother thinke no ill in mee or them for their good will Then diuers Lordes without delay went to the King whereas he lay Declaring how the matter stood and how the Peeres did thinke it good To choose his Sonne their King to be if that he would thereto agree For to resigne the Princely Crowne and all the title of renowne If otherwise they told him plaine a stranger should the same attaine This dolefull tidinges most vnkind did sore afflict King Edvvards minde But vvhen he savv no remedie he did vnto their vvilles agree And bitterly he did lament saying the Lord this Plague hath sent For his offence and vanitie which he would suffer patiently Beseeching all the Lords at last for to forgiue him all was past When thus he was depriued quite of that which was his lawfull right In Prison was he kept full close without all pittie or remorce And those that shewd him fauour still were taken from him with ill will Which when the Earle of Kent did heare who was in bloud to him full neere He did intreat most earnestly for his release and libertie His wordes did much the Queene displease who sayd he liu'd too much at ease Vnto the Bishop she did goe of Hereford his deadly foe And cruell Letters made him write vnto his Keepers with despight You

and paine Despised disdained and banished quite the coaste of our country so sweete to our sight Alacke and alacke alas may we cry that euer we forced King Edward to die thē farevvell faire England vvherein vve vvere borne our friends our kindred vvill hold vs in scorne Our honours and dignities quite haue vve lost both profit and pleasuere our fortune hath crost Our parkes and our chases our mansions so faire our Iems and our Ievxels most precious and rare Alacke and alacke and alas may vve cry that euer vve forced King Edvvard to die Then farevvell deere Ladyes and most louing vviues might vve mend your miseries vvith losse of our liues Then our silly children vvhich begs at your hand in griefe and callamities long should not stand Nor yet in their Country despised should bee that lately was honored of euery degree Alacke and alacke and alas we may crie that euer we forced King Edward to die In Countries vnknowne we range too and fro cloying mens eares with report of our vvoe Our food is vvild berries greene banks are our beds the Trees serue for houses to couer our heads Brovvne bread to our tast is dainty and svveete our Drinke is cold vvater tooke vp at our feete Alacke and alacke and alas vve may crie that euer vve forced King Edvvard to die Thus hauing long vvandred in hunger and cold despising liues safety most desperate and bould Sir T. Gurney tovvard England doth goe for loue of his Lady distressed vvith vvoe Saying how happy and blessed were I to see my sweet Children and wife ere I die Alacke and alacke and alas we may cry that euer we forced King Edward to die But three yeares after his wofull exile behold how false fortune his thoughts doth beguile Comming toward England was tooke by the way and least that he should the chiefe murderers bewray Commaundement was sent by one called Lea. he should be beheaded foorthwith on the Sea Alacke and alacke and alas did he crie that euer we forced King Edward to die Thus was Sir Thomas dispatched of life in comming to visit his sorrowfull wife Who was cut off from his wished desire which he in his heart so much did require And neuer his Lady againe did he see nor his poore children in their misery Alacke and alacke and alas did he cry that euer we forced King Edward to dye The Lord Matreuers the Story doth tell in Germany after long time did he dvvell In secret manner for feare to be seene by any persons that fauoured the Queene And there at last in great misery he ended his life most penitently Alacke and alacke and alas did he say that euer vve made King Edvvard avvay FINIS The second part of Strange Histories or Songs and Sonnets A new Song of King Eegar of England how he was depriued of a Lady which he Loued by a Knight of his Court Cant 10. To be sung in the old ancient sort or else to the tune of Labandalashot WHen as King Edgar did gouerne this land a downe downe downe downe downe And in the strength of his yeares did stand call him a downe a. Much praise was spread of a gallant Dame which did through England carry fame And she is a Lady of high degree the Earle of Deuonshires daughter was she The King which lately had buried the Queene and that long time had a widdower beene Hearing the praise of that gallant maide vpon her beauty his loue he laid And in his sighes he would often say I will go send for that Lady gay Yea I will send for that Lady bright which is my treasure and hearts delight Whose beauty like Phoebus beames doth glister through all christian realmes Then to himselfe he would reply and say how fond a Prince am I To cast my loue so base and low and on a Girle I do not know King Edgar will his fancy frame to loue some princely pearelesse dame The Daughter of some royall King that may a worthy Dowry bring Whose matchlesse beauty brought in place may Estrelds colour quite disgrace But sencelesse man what doe I meane vnto a broken Reede to leane And what fond fury doth me mooue thus to abase my dearest loue Whose visage grac'd with heauenly hue doth Helens honour quite subdue The glory of her beauties pride sweete Estrelds fauour doth deride Then pardon my vnseemely speech deere loue and Lady I beseech And I my thoughts henceforth will frame to spread the honour of thy name Then vnto him he called a Knight which was most trusty in his sight And vnto him thus did he say to Earle Orgarus goe thy way And aske for Estrild comely dame whose beauty runnes so farre by fame And if thou finde her comely grace as fame hath spread in euery place Then tell her father she shall be my crowned Queene if she agree The Knight in message did proceede and into Deuonshire went with speede But when he saw the Lady bright he was so rauished at her sight That nothing could his passions mooue except he might obtaine her loue And day and night while he there staid he courted still that gallant maide And in his suite did shew his skill that at the length wonne her good will Forgetting quite the duty tho which he vnto the King did owe Then comming home vnto his grace he told him with dissembling face That these reporters were too blame that so aduanst the maidens name For I assure your Grace quoth he she is as other women be Her beauty of such great report no better then the common sort And farre vnmeete in euerything to match with such a noble King But though her face be nothing faire yet sith she is her fathers heyre Perhaps some Lord of high degree would very glad her husband be And if your Grace would giue consent I could my selfe be well content The Damsell for my wife to take for her great land and liuings sake The King whom thus he did deceaue incontinent did giue him leaue For in that point he did not stand for why he had no need of land Then being glad he went his way and wedded straight that Lady gay The fayrest creature bearing life had this same Knight vnto his wife And by that match of high degree an Earle soone after that was hee Ere they long time had married beene others that had her beauty seene Her praise was spread both farre and neere the King thereof againe did heare Who then in heart did plainely prooue he was betrayed of his loue Though therewith he was vexed sore yet seemd he not to grieue therefore But kept his countenance good and kinde as though he bare no grudge in minde But on a day it came to passe when as the King full merrie was To Ethelwood in sport he said I muse what cheere there should be made If to thy house I should resort a night or two for Princely sport Hereat the Earle shewed countenance glad though in his heart