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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

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

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

are to kind to him quoth she hence foorth more straighter looke you be And in their wrighting subtilly they sent them word that he should die The Lord Matreuers all dismayd vnto sir Thomas Gurney said The Queene is much displeas'd quoth hee for Edwards too much liberty And by her Letters doth bewray that soone hest all be made away T is best Sir Thomas then replide the Queenes wish should not be denide whereby we shall haue her good will and keepe our selues in credite still How the King was poysoned and yet hee escaped and afterward how when they saw thereby he was not dispatched of life they locked him in a most noysome filthy place that with the stincke thereof he might be choaked and when that preuailed not how they thrust a hotte burning Spitte into his Fundament till they had burnt his Bowels within his Body whereof he dyed Cant. 9. To the tune of How can the Tree THe Kings curst Keepers ayming at reward hoping for fauour of the furiours Queene On wretched Edward had they no regard far from their hearts was mercy mooued cleene Wherefore they mingle Poyson with his meate which made the man most fearefull for to eate For by the state he often times suspected the venome couched in a daintie dish Yet his faire Body was full sore infected so ill they spiced both his Flesh and Fish But his strong nature all their craft beguiles the Poyson breaking forth in Blaines and Biles An vgly scabbe ore-spreads his lilly skinne foule Botches breake vpon his manly face Thus sore without and sorrowfull within the dispis'd man doth liue in wofull case Like to a Lazer did he then abide that shewes his sores a long the high waies side But when this practise proou'd not to their minde and that they saw he liu'd in their despight An other damnd deuice then did they finde by stinking sauours for to choake him quite In an odde corner did they locke him fast hard by the which their Carrion they did cast The stinck whereof might be compar'd wel-nie to that foule Lake where cursed Sodome stood That poysoned Birdes which ouer it did flie euen by the sauour of that filthy mudde Euen so the smell of that corrupted Den was able for to choake ten thousand men But all in vaine it would not doe God wot his good complexion still droue out the same Like to the boyling of a seething Pot that castes the scamme into the fiery flame Thus still he liu'd and liuing still they sought his death whose downefall was already wrought Lothing his life at last his Keepers came into his Chamber in the dead of night And without noyse they entred soone the same with weapons drawne torches burning bright Where the poore prisoner fast a sleepe in bed lay on his belly nothing vnder 's head The which aduantage when the murderers saw a heauie Table on him they did throw Wherewith awakt his breath he scant could drawe with vvaight thereof they kept him vnder so And turning vp the cloathes aboue his hips to hold his legges a couple quickly skips Then came the Murtherers one a horne had got which far into his fundament downe he thrust An other with a Spit all burning hot the same quite through the horne he strongly pusht Among his intrailes in most cruell wise forcing heereby most lamentable cryes And vvhile vvithin his body they did keepe the burning spit still rovvling vp and dovvne Most mournefull the murthered man did vveepe vvhose vvailefull noise vvakt many in the tovvne Who gessing by his cries his death drevv neere tooke great compassion on the noble peere And at vvhich bitter screeke vvhich did make they praid to God for to receiue his soule His ghastly grones inforst their hearts to ake yet none durst goe cause the Bell to towle Ha mee poore man alacke alacke he cryed and long it was before the time he dyed Strong was his heart and long it was God knowes ere it would stoope vnto the stroke of Death First was it wounded with a thousand woes before he did resigne his vitall breath And beeing murdred thus as you do heare no outward hurt vpon him did appeare This cruell murder being brought to passe the Lord Matreuers to the court did hie To shew the Queene her will performed was great recompence he thought to get thereby But when the Queene the sequell vnderstands disembling she weepes and wrings her hands Accursed traytor hast thou slaine quoth she my noble wedded Lord in such a sort Shame and confusion euer light on thee oh how I greeue to heere this vile report Hence cursed catiue from my sight she said that hath of mea wofull widdow made Then all a basht Matreuers goes his way the saddest man that euer life did beare And to Sir Thomas Gurney did bewray What bitter speech the Queene did giue him there Then did the Queene outlaw them both together and banisht them faire Englands bounds for euer Thus the dissembling Queene did seeke to hide the heynous act by her owne meanes effected The knowledge of the deed she still denide that she of murder might not be suspected But yet for all the subtilty she wrought the trueth vnto the world was after brought FINIS The dolefull lamentation of the Lord Matreuers and Sir Thomas Gurney being banished the realme Cant 9. To the tune of Light of loue ALas that euer that day we did see that false smiling fortune so ficke should be Our miseries are many our woes without end to purchase vs fauour we both did offend Our deedes haue deserued both sorrow and shame but woe worth the persons procured the same Alacke and alacke with griefe may vve cry that euer vve forced King Edvvard to dye The Bishop of Hereford ill may he fare he vvrot vs a letter rare To Kill princely Edvvard feare not it is good thus much by his letter vve then vnderstood But curst be the time that we tooke it in hand to follow such councell and wicked commaund Alacke and alacke with griefe we may crye that euer we forced King Edward to dye Forgiue vs sweete Sauiour tha● damnable deed which causeth with sorrow our harts for to bleed And take compassion vpon our distresse put farre from thy presence our great wickednes With teares all bedewed for mercy we cry and do not the penitent mercy deny Alacke and alacke with griefe we may say that euer we made King Edward away For this haue we lost our goods and our land our Castles and Towers so stately that stand Our Ladies and babies are turn'd out of doore like comfortlesse caitiues both naked and poore Both friendlesse and fatherlesse do they complaine for gone are their comforts that should them maintaine Alacke and alacke and alas may we cry that euer we forced King Edward to dye while they go wringing their hands vp downe in seeking for succour from towne to towne All wrapped in wretchednesse do we remaine tormented perplexed in dolour

hard distresse Seeing loue and honour Doth aduance their banner ioyfull of my good sucesse Flora sitteth sweete in her gallant coullour Ready for to greete Ceres doth present gifts of store and plenty Hearts ease and content grant a blessed end All the Muses nine with their musicke fine doth delight our sweete desire Cupid he doth dance fortune feare and chance doth his company repaire All the Gods together Hand in hand comes thither honoring our mariage day Himen standeth watching For your happy matching In her golden rich aray All you louers true shew your ioy and gladnesse Take a pleasant view of my sweet delight In your dainty songs sound my louers peaises Set aside the wrongs of each wofull wight On your liuely Lutes shew the braue disputes that contented Louers binde Laud the faithfull heart that Will neuer start gratifie the gentle minde Say that men are treasure Say that men are pleasure Say that men are womens ioyes Wheresoere you mooue it I my selfe will proue it Gainst the maides that are most coy Venus riding forth Valewing the worth Of my peerelesse praise From her gallant Coach sodainely she leaped Sweetely to Paradice Flowers faire of hue pleasant as they grew did she gather speedily Roses white and red which the spring had spred on the branches franke and free Garlands thereof making Gilliflowers taking to adorne my Louers head Strewing hearbes most dainty Brought she also plenty wherewithall the streetes she spread Well I may reioyce and triumph in pleasure Lifting vp my voyce to the lofty skies Iuno hath ordaind welfare to my fancy My desire is gaind which may well suffice Maydens faire and free hearken vnto me loue where you are loued againe Be not coy and nice if that you be wise mischiefe followes fond disdaine Try and prooue your fauours Men of good behauiour so will I for euer say Such as doe deceiue you Knaues they are I tell you men they are not any way A Louer bewailing the absence of his Loue Cant 20. To the tune of Where is the life that late YOu louing wormes that linked be in Cupids clogging chaine Behold I poore and silly man lye languishing in paine Come helpe with dolefull tunes to waile my wofull state And blame me not sith worthily I curse my cruell Fate Ah wo is me what hap what hatefull hap haue I Sith I am seuered thus from her that loues me tenderly Dame fortune brought me to a stand where I espied a Dame That doth deserue to be beloued the world will say the same Whom when at first I saw so well she pleasd mine eye That fancy wild me yeeld my selfe with her to liue and dye And then the blinded boy so grac'd me with his glee That with a dart he wounded her and forc'd her yeeld to me Dame pleasure in a moment then gaue way to our repuest And we enioy'd but ah not long the thing which we likt best For as the Summers day at length comes to an end So he became our enemy that whilom was our friend The while that we possest our pastime was but small For when I cald for Ipocras the drawer brought me gall God knowes the griefe my soule susteines for her that is my deere For since I saw my sweeting last I thinke it twentie yeere When I should walke abroad to spend the lightsome day Huge heapes of care molest my minde for her that is away When darkesome night drawes on to bed with teares I goe And If I chance to sleepe a while it doubleth then my woe Or when I walke I doe perceiue my choyse to be away Remembring oft in folded armes how we full sweetely lay Then rush forth sighing sobbes then then renewes my care I tosse and turne and tumble then and mad-men like I fare No world nor wordly things my sorrowes can appease Vntill mine eies shed streames of teares and then I finde some ease Then rose I vp as one forlorne and leaue my restles bed A thousand fits of fancies then torment my troubled head Each morning doe I pray the Gods vpon my knee That I may neuer sheepe againe if fates would so decree Then put I on my clothes as one bereft of ioy And curse and ban most bitterly the meanes of mine annoy When I for sport should trudge abroad the fearefull Hare to traile Which was sometime my most delight then gin my senses faile When I should eate or drinke my nature to sustaine The meate receiu'd will not disgest but turneth backe againe Then thinke I in my minde all hope of helpe is past And oft I say vnto my selfe would God this were my last You youthfull lads that know not yet the force of Cupids dart Beware and wise retire in time for feare of further harme Consider well the end before you ought begin And then you may your selues assure to finde no lacke therein Before you snared be to flye you may be bold But sure resistance will not serue when once you are in hold The valiant souldier when he doth addresse him to the field Doth rather wish with fame to dye then either flye or yeeld Euen so my faithfull heart doth sickenesse so detest Liue or dye I will not change while breath is in my breast If I were sure to be of Gods and men accurst Yet I will neuer change my choise let fortune do her worst FINIS A Speech betweene certaine Ladies being Shepheards on Salisburie plaine TRuly said the Ladyes this was a most hardy and couragious Mayor that durst in the middest of so mighty a multitude of his enemies arest so impudent and bold a Traytor and kill him in the face of all his friends which was a deede worthy to be had in euerlasting memory and highly to bee rewarded Nor did his Maiesty forget said the Lady Oxenbridge to dignifie that braue man for his hardy deede for in remembrance of that admired exployt his Maiestie made him knight 5. Aldermen more of the city ordaining also that in remembrance of Sir William Walworthes deede against Wat Tyler that all the Mayors that are to succeed in his place should bee knighted and further hee graunted that there should bee a Dagger added to the Armes of the citty of London in the right quarter of the shield for an augmentation of the Armes You haue told vs q. the Ladies the end of Wat Tyler But I pray you what became of Iack Straw and the rest of that rebellious route I will shew you quoth she Iack Straw with the rest of that rude rabble being in the end apprehended as Rebels neuer florish long was at the last brought to be executed at London where he confessed that their intent was if they could haue brought their most vilde purpose to passe to haue murthered the King and his nobles and to haue destroyed so neare as they could all the Gentility of the land hauing especially vowed the death of all the Bishops Abbots and Monkes then to haue inriched themselues they determined to set London on fire and to haue taken spoyle of that honorable cittie but the gallowes standing betwixt them and home they were there trust vp before they could effect any thing And such ends said the Ladies send all Rebels and especially the desperate Traytor which at this present vext the whole state With that word one of their seruants came running saying Madam the Rebels are now marched out of Wiltshire Hampshire making hasty steps towards London therefore now you neede not feare to come home and commit the flockes to their former keepers The Ladies being ioyfull thereof appointed shortly after a banquet to be prepared where they all met together againe by which time the Kings power hauing incountred the Rebels on Blackeheath ouerthrew their power where the Lord Awdly was taken and committed to Newgate from thence he was drawne to the tower-hill in a Coate of his owne Armes painted vpon a paper reuersed and all to torne and there was he beheaded the 24. of Inne shortly after Thomas Flamocke and Michael Ioseph the Blackesmith were drawne hanged and qurtered after the manner of Traytors But when the husbands to these faire Ladies came home and heard how their wiues had dealt to saue themselues in this dangerous time they could not chuse but hartily laugh at the matter saying that such shepheards neuer kept sheepe vpon Salisbury plaine before FINIS