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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

thee greet The king will die least thou to him doe graunt thy loue To loue the king my husbands loue I should remooue It is true chastitie to loue My daughter deare But not true loue so charitably for to appeare His greatnes may beare out the shame But his Kingdome cannot buy out the blame he craues thy loue that may bereaue thy life It is my dutie to vrge thee this But not my honestie to yeild I wis I meane to die a true vnspotted wife Now hast thou spoke my daughter deare as I would haue Chastitie beareth a golden name vnto her graue And when vnto thy wedded Lord. thou proue vntrue Then let my bitter curses still thy soule pursue Then with a smilling cheere goe thou As right and reason doth allow yet show the king thou bearest no strumpets minde I goe deare father with a trice And by a sleight of fine deuise I le cause the King confesse that I am kinde Here comes the Lady of my life the King did say My father bids me soueraigne Lord your will obey And I consent if you will graunt one boone to me I graunt it thee my Lady faire what ere it be My husband is a liue you know First let me kill him ere I goe and at your commaund I will euer be Thy husband now in France doth rest No no he lies within my breast and being so nigh he will my falshood see With that she started from the king and tooke her knife And desperately she sought to rid her selfe of life The king vpstarted from his chaire her hand to stay O noble king you haue broke your worde with me this day Thou shalt not doe this deede quoth he Then will I neuer lie with thee no liue thou still and let me beare the blame Liue thou in honour and high estate With thy true Lord and wedded mate I neuer will attempt this suite againe The winning of the I le of Man by the Noble Earle of Salisburie Cant 12. To the tune of the Kings going to the Parliament THe Noble Earle of Salisbury With many a hardy knight Most valiauntly prepar'd himselfe against the Scots to fight With his Speare and his shield making his proud foes for to yeeld Fiercely on them all he ran to driue them from the I le of man Drumes stricking on a row Trumpets sounding as they goe tan ta ra ra ra tan Theire silken Ensignes in the field most gloriously were spred The Horsemen on their prauncing Steedes strucke many a Scotch-man dead The Browne-bils on their Corstlets ring the bowmen with the Gray-goose whing The lustie Launces the pierceing Speare the soft flesh of their foes doe teare Drumes stricking on a row Trumpets sounding as they goe tan ta ra ra ra tan The Battell was so fierce and hot the Scots for feare did flie And many a famous knight and Squire in goerie bloud did lie Some thinking to escape away did drowne themselues within the sea Some with many a bloudy wound lay gasping on the clayie ground Drumes stricking on a row Trumpets sounding as they goe tan ta ra ra ra tan Thus after may a braue exployt that day performd and done The noble Earle of Salisburie the I le of Man had wonne Returning then most gallantly with honour fame and victorie Like a Conquerour of fame to Court this warlike Champion came Drumes stricking on a row Trumpets sounding as they goe tan ta ra ra ra tan Our King reioycing at this act incontinent decreed To giue the Eearle this pleasant I le for his most valiaunt deed And foorthwith did cause him than for to be crowned King of Man Earle of Salisburie and King of Man by dignitie Drumes stricking on a row Trumpets sounding as they go tan ta ra ra ra tan Thus was the first King of Man that euer bore that name Knight of that princely garter blew and order of great fame Which braue King Edward did deuise and with his person royally Knights of the Garter are they cald and eke at Winsor so instald With princely royaltie great fame and dignitie this knight-hood still is held FINIS Cant. 13. Of Venus and Adonis To the tune of Crimson veluet VEnus faire did ride Siluer Doues they drew her By the pleasant Lawndes ere the Sunne did rise Vestaes beauty rich opened wide to view her Philomel records pleasant harmony Euery Bird of spring Chearefully did sing Papos Goddesse they salute Her loues Queene so faire Had of mirth no care for her sonne had made her mute In her brest so tender He a shaft did render when her eyes beheld a boy Adonis was he named By his mother shamed yet is he now Venus ioy Him alone she meets ready pre●● for hunting Him she kindly greetes and his iourney stayes Him she seekes to kisse no deuices wanting Him her eyes still woo'd him her tongue still prayes He with blushing red Hangeth downe his head not a kisse can he afford His face he turn'd away Silence sayd her nay still she woo'd him for a word Speake she sayd thou fairest Beauty thou impayrest see me I am pale and wan Louers all adore mee I for loue implore thee christall teares with that downe ran Him herewith she forst for to sit downe by her She his necke embrac'd gazing in his face He like one transformed stir'd no looke to eye her Euery Hearbe did woe him growing in that place Each Bird with ditty Prayed him for pittie in behalfe of Beauties Queene Waters gentle murmure Craued him to loue his yet no liking could be seene Boy she sayd looke on me Still I gaze vpon thee speake I pray thee my delight Coldly he replyed And in briefe denyed to bestow on her a sight I am now to young to be wonne by Beauty Tender are my yeares I am yet a bud Faire thou art she sayd then it is thy duety Wert thou but a bloome to effect my good Euery beautious flower Boasteth in my power Birds and beastes my lawes effect Mirrha thy faire Mother Most of any other did my louely hests respect Be with me delighted Thou shalt be requited euery Nimph on thee shall tend All the Gods shall loue thee Man shall not reproue thee Ioue himselfe shall be thy friend Wend then from me Venus I am not disposed Thou wringest me too hard pray thee let me goe Fie what a payne it is thus to be inclosed If loue begin with labour it will end with woe Kisse me I will leaue Here a kisse receiue A short kisse I doe it finde Wilt thou leaue me so Yet shalt thou not goe breath once more thy balmy winde It smelleth of the Mirth-tree That to the world did bring thee neuer was Perfume more sweete When she had thus spoken She gaue him a token and their naked bosomes meete Now said he lets goe Harke the Hounds are crying Grisly Bore is vp Huntsman follow fast At the name of Bore Venus seemed dying Deadly colour pale Roses ouer cast Speake said she

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

no more Of following the Bore th' art vnfit for such a chase Course the fearefull Hare Venison do not spare if thou wilt yeeld to Venus Grace Shunne the Bore I pray thee Els I still will stay thee herein he vow'd to please her mind Then her armes enlarged Loth she him discharged foorth she went as swift as winde Thetis Phoebus Steedes in the West retayned Hunting sport was past she her Loue did seeke Sight of him to soone gentle Queene she gayned On the ground he lay bloud had left each cheeke For an orped Swine Smit him in the groyne deadly wound his death did bring Which when Venus found She fell in a sound and awakt her hands did wring Nimphs and Satyres skipping Came together tripping Eccho euery cry exprest Venus by her power Turn'd him to a flower which she weareth in her crest The Rebellion of Wat Tyler and Iacke Straw with others against K. Richard the second Cant 13. To the tune of the Miller would a woing ride WAt Tyler is from darford gan and with him many a proper man And hee a Captaine is become marching in field with Phife and Drumme Iacke Straw an other in like case from Essex flockes a mighty pace Hob Carter with his strangling traine Iacke Shepara comes with him amaine So doth Tom Miller in like sort as if he ment to take some Fort With Bowes and Bils with Speare and Shield on Blacke-heath haue they pitcht their Field An hundred thousand in all whose forch is accounted small And for King Richard did they send much euill to him they did intend For the taxe the wich our king vpon his Commons then did bring And now because his royall Grace denyed to come within their Chase They spoyled South warke round about and tooke the Marshalls Prisoners out All those that in the Kings bench lay at libertie they set that day And they marcht with one consent through London with a lewd intent And for to fire their lewd desire they set the Sauoy all on fire And for the hate that they did beare vnto the duke of Lancastere Therefore his house they burned quite throuh enuie malice and despight Then to the Temple did they turne the Lawyeres Bookes they did burne And spoyld their Lodgings one by one and all they could lay hand vpon Then vnto Smithfield did they hie to Saint Iones Place that stands thereby And set the same on fire flat which burned seauen dayes after that Vnto the Tower of London then fast trooped these rebelious men And hauing entred soone the sams with hidious cryes and mickle shame The graue Lord Chauncelor thence they tooke amaz'd with fearefull pitious looke The Lord high Treasurer likewise they tooke from that place that present day And with their hooping lowd and shrill strooke off their heads on Towerhill Into the Cittie came they then like rude disordered franticke men They rob'd the Churches euery where and put the Priestes in deadly feare Into the Counters then they get where men in prison lay for debt They broke the doores and let them out and threw the Counter Bookes about Tearing and spoyling them each one and Records all they light vpon The doores of Newgate broke they downe that Prisoners ran about the towne Forcing all the Smiths they meete to knocke the Irons from their feete And then like Villaines void of awe following Wat Tylor and Iacke Straw And though this outrage was not small the King gaue pardon to them all So they would part home quietly but they his pardon did defie And being all in Smithfield then euen threescore thousand fighting men Which there Wat Tyler then did bring of purpose for to meete our King And therewithall his royall Grace sent Sir Iohn Newton to that place Vnto Wat Tyler willing him to come and speake with our young King But the proud Rebell in despight did picke a quarrell with the Knight The Maior of London being by when he beheld this vilainie Vnto Wat Tyler rode he then being in midst of all his men Saying Traytor yeeld t is best in the Kings name I thee arrest And there with to his Dagger start and thrust the Rebell to the heart Who falling dead vnto the ground the same did all the Hoast confound And downe they threw their weapons all and humbly they for pardon call Thus did that proud Rebellion cease and after followed a ioyfull peace FINIS Cant 14. A Louers wonder I Muse how I can liue and lacke my heart Without my heart yet do I liue and loue Louing the wound that procureth my smart And hartlesse liue in hopes forlorne be hoofe And on this hope my haplesse fancy feedeth And with this wound my hartlesse bodie bleedeth I muse how I can see and yet am blinde Blinded I am yet see and sigh to see I sigh to see my Mistres so vnkinde And see no meanes my sighing sore to free Vnkindly blindnes thus doth aye dismay me Since that vntimely sight did first betray me But when my sight shall see two hearts in one Both linke in loue to liue in others brest Then shall no wound procure my sighs of mone But hearts returne procure my happy rest No blindnes sore or sigh no wound shall grieue me But hope and life and loue relieue me FINIS Cant 15. The Louer by gifts thinkes to conquer Chastity And with his gifts sends these verses to his Lady WHat face so faire that is not crackt with gold What wit so worth but hath in gold his wonder What learning but with golden lines doth hold What state so high but gold will bring it vnder What thought so sweete but gold doth bitter season And what rule better then a golden reason The ground is fat that yeeldes a golden fruite The studie high that fits the golden state The labour sweete that gets the golden sute The loue reckoning rich that scornes the golden rate The loue is sure that golden hope doth hold And rich againe that serues the God of Gold FINIS A new Dialogue betweene Troylus and Cressida Cant 16. To the tune of Lacaranto Troylus THere is no pleasure voide of paine faire Lady now I see Fell Fortune doth my state disdaine the frowning fates agree To banish my pleasure and that without measure away That woe is me that euer I see This dolefull dismall day Cressida What is the cause my Troylus true of this thy inward smart What motions do thy minde molest what paines doe pearce thy heart Then shew I request thee what griefe doth molest thee so neare I am thy ioy thou prince of Troy Thy loue and Lady deare Troylus The Greekes ●ue sent Embassads by meanes of father thine To craue a pledge for prisoners in most vnhappie time And as they demaunded counsell hath granted euen so O greefe to heare my Lady deare For Authenor must go Cressida Although the same accorded be yet banisht care away For what the King commands we see the subiects must obey Then