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lord_n	day_n	good_a	see_v	11,824	5	3.3378	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B01183	[A lamentable] dity vpon the death of Robert Devereux, late Earle of Essex, who was beheaded in the Tower of London on Ashwensday [sic] in the morning. To the tune of Welladay.; Lamentable dittie composed upon the death of Robert Lord Devereux,late Earle of Essex		1620 (1620)	STC 6791.5; STC 6792.3; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[37]; ESTC S2554	2,857	2

〈◊〉 Dity vpon the death of ROBERT DEVEREVX late Earle of Essex who was beheaded in the Tower of London on Ashwensday in the Morning To the tune of Welladay 〈…〉 pride is gon 〈…〉 ●●ay 〈…〉 sigh grone 〈…〉 ●ore 〈…〉 him still 〈…〉 ●ntly 〈…〉 ●● of ill 〈…〉 ●wne 〈…〉 ●oule ●●end 〈…〉 e're hath end 〈…〉 ●e vertues friend 〈…〉 passe 〈…〉 ●ntly 〈…〉 was 〈…〉 ●s séene 〈…〉 Quéene 〈…〉 ●●dome béene 〈…〉 at home 〈…〉 ●ntly 〈…〉 was none 〈…〉 ●ine 〈…〉 name 〈…〉 ●ame 〈…〉 ●le 〈…〉 ●aile 〈…〉 ●e 〈…〉 ●e That first began the strife And caused him to loose his life And others did the like As well as hée Yet her Princely Maiestie graciously graciously Hath pardon giuen frée to many of them ●e hath released them quite ●nd giuen them their right ●hey may pray both day and night God to defend her Shro●e tuesday in the night welladay welladay With a heauy harted spright as it is sayd The leistenant of the Tower Who kept him in his power At ten a clocke that houre To him did come And sayd vnto him there mournefully mournfully My Lord you must prepare to die to morrow Gods will be done quoth he Yet shall you strangely sée God strong in me to be Though I am weake I pray you pray for me welladay welladay That God may strengthen me against that houre Then straightway did he call The Guard vnder the wall And did intreate them all For him to pray For to morrow is the day welladay welladay That I the debt must pay which I doe owe It is my life I meane w c I must pay my Quéene Euen so hath iustice giuen That I must doe In the morning was be broght welladay welladay Where a Scaffold was set vp within the Tower Many Lords were present then With other Gentlemen Which were appoynted then To sée him dye You noble Lords quoth he welladay welladay That must the witnesse be of this my death know I neuer lou'd papistrie But did It still defie And Essex thus did dye Héere in this place I haue a sinner béen welladay welladay Yet neuer wrong'd my Quéene in all mylife My God I did offend which grie●es me at my end May all the rest amend I doe forgiue them To the state I ne're ment ill welladay welladay neither wisht y e commons ill in all my life But loued all with my heart And alwayes tooke their part Whereas there was desart In any place Then mildely did he craue mournefully mournefully He might that fauour haue priuate to pray He then prayed heartely And with great feruency To God thae sits on hie For to receiue him And then he prayed againe mournfully mournfully God to preserue his Quéene from all her foes And send her long to raigne True Iustice to maintaine And not to let proude Spaine Once to offend her His gowne he slipt of then welladay welladay And put off his hat and band and hung it by Praying still continually To God that sits on hie That he might patiently There suffer death My headesman that must be then saide he chéerefullie Let him come héere to me That I may him sée Who knéeled to him then Art thon quoth he the man Which art appointed now my life to frée Yes my Lord did he say welladay welladay Forgiue me I you pray for this your death I heare doe thée forgiue And may true iustice liue No foule crime to forgiue Within their place then he knéeled down againe mournefully mournfully And was required by some there standing by To forgiue his enemies Before death closde his eyes which he did in heartie wise Thanking them for it That they would rememher him welladay welladay That he might forgiue al them leaue that had him wrōg'd Now my Lords I take my swéet Christ my soule receiue Now when you wil prepare For I am readie He laid his head on the bl●ck welloday welladay But his doublet did let th●e stroke some there did say what must be don quoth he Shall be done presently Then his doublet off put he and laid downe againe Then his headesman did his part cruelly cruelly He was neuer séene to start For all the blowes His soule it is at rest in heauen among the blest Where God send vs to rest 〈◊〉 it shall please him Finnis LONDON Printed by Edward-Allde A lamentable new Ballad vpon the Earle of Essex death To the tune of the Kings last Good-night ALL you that cry O hone O hone come now and sing O Lord with me For why our Iewell is from vs gone the valiant Knight of Chiualrie Of rich and poore beloued was he in time an honorable Knight When by our Lawes condemd to dye and lately tooke his last Good night Count him not like to Saint nor Campion those traitrous men or Babington Nor like the Earle of Westmerland by whom a number were vndone He neuer yet hurt mothers sonne his quarrell stil maintaind the right Which makes y t tears my cheeks down run when I thinke on his last Good-night The Portingales can witnes be his Dagger at Lisbone gate he flung And like a knight of Chiualrie his chaine vpon the gate he hung Would God that he would thither come to fetch them both in order right Which thing was by his honor done yet lately tooke his last Good-night The Frenchmen they can testifie the towns of Gourney he tooke in And marched to Roane immediately not caring for his foes a pin With bullets then he pierced their skin and made them flée far from his sight He at that time did credit win and now hath tane his last Good-night And stately Cales can witnes well euen by his Proclamation right He did command them all straightly to haue a care of Infants liues That none should ravish maide nor wife Which was against their order right Therefore they praid for his long life which lately tooke his last Good-night Would God he had ne're Ireland knowne nor set his féet on Flanders ground Then might we well inioyed our owne where now our Iewell will not be found Which makes our woes still to abound trickling with salt teares in my sight To heare his name in our eares to found Lord Deuereux tooke his last Goodnight Ashwednesday that dismall day when he came forth of his Chamber doore Vpon the Scaffold there he saw his headsman standing him before The Nobles all they did deplore shedding their salt teares in his sight He said farewell to rich and poore at his good morrow and good-night Farewell Elizabeth my gratious Quéene God blesse thée and thy counsell all Farewell my Knights of Chiualrie farewell my soldiers stout and tall Farewell the Commons great and small into the hands of men I light My life shall make amends for all for Essex bids the world good-night Farewell deare wife and children thrée farewell my young and tender son Comfort your selues mourne not for me although your fall be now begun My time is come the glasse is run comfort your selues in former light Séeing by my fall you are vndone your Father bids the world Good-night Derrick thou knowst at Cales I sav'd thy life lost for a rape there done Which thou thy selfe canst testifye thine owne hand thrée and twenty hung But now thou féest my time is come by chance into thy hands I light Strike out thy blow that I may know thou Essex lou'dst at his good-night When England counted me a Papist the workes of Papists I defie I nere worshipt Saint nor Angell in heauen nor to the Virgin Mary I But to Christ which for my sinnes did dye trickling with sad teares in his sight Spreading my armes to God on high Lord Iesus receiue my soule this night FINIS Imprinted at London by E. A.