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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

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

he was full sad And said your Grace should welcome be if so your grace would honor me When as the day appointed was before the King did thither passe The Earle beforehand did prepare the Kings comming to declare And with a countenance passing grim he cald his Lady vnto him Saying with sad and heauy cheere I pray you when the King comes heere Sweete Lady if you tender mee let your attire but homely bee And wash not thou thy Angels face but doe they beauty quite disgrace And to my gesture so apply that may seeme loathsome in his eye For if the King should heere behold thy glorious beauty so extold Then should my life soone shortned be for my desert and trechery When to thy father first I came though I did not declare the same Yet was put in trust to bring thee ioyfull tidings from the King Who for thy glorious beautie seene did thinke of thee to make his Queene But when I had thy beautie found thy beauty gaue me such a wound No rest or comfort could I take till your sweete loue my griefe did slake And thus though duty charged me most faithfull to our Lord to be Yet loue vpon the other side bad for my self I should prouide Then to my suit and seruice showne at length I won thee for my owne And for your loue in wedlock spent your choyce I need no whit repent And since my griefe I haue exprest sweete Lady grant me my request Good words she gaue with smiling cheare musing at that that she did heare And casting many things in minde great fault therewith she seem'd to finde And in her selfe she thought it shame to make that foule which God did frame Most costly robes full rich therefore in brauest sort that day she wore And did all thinges that ere she might to set her beautie forth to sight And her best skill in euery thing she shewed to entertaine the King Whereby the King so snared was that reason quite from him did passe His heart by her was set on fire he had to her a great desire And for the lookes he gaue her then for euery one she sent him ten Whereby the King perceaued plaine his loue and lookes were not in vaine Vpon a time it chanced so the King he would a hunting goe And into Horse-wood he did ride the Earle of Horse-wood by his side And there the storie telleth plaine that with a shaft the Earle was slaine And when that he had lost his life the King soone after tooke his wife And married her all shame to shunne by whom he did beget a sonne Thus he which did the King deceaue did by desert his death receaue Then to conclude and make an end be true and faithfull to your friend FINIS Of Edward the third and the faire Countes of Salisburie setting forth her constancie and endlesse glorie Cant. .11 WHen King Edward the third did liue that valiant King Dauid of Scotland to rebell did then begin The towne of Barwicke suddenly from vs he won And burnt Newcastle to the ground thus strife begun To Rookes borrow castle marcht he then And by the force of warlike men besiedged therein a gallant faire Lady While that her husband was in France His countries honour to aduance the noble and famous Earle of Salisburie Braue Sir William Montague rode then in post Who declared vnto the King the Scotchmans hoast Who like a Lyon in a rage did straight prepare For to deliuer that faire Lady from wofull care But when the Scotchmen did heare say Edward our king was come that day they rais'd their siedge and ran away with speed So that when he did thither come With warlike trumpets fife and drume none but a gallant Lady did him grreete Which when he did with greedy eyes beholde and see Her peareles beautie straight inthral'd his Maiestie And euer the longer that he lookt the more he might For in her onely beautie was his harts delight And humbly then vpon her knee She thankt his royall Maiestie that thus had driuen danger from the gate Lady quoth he stand vp in peace Although my warre doth now increase Lord keepe quoth she all hurt from your annoy Now is the King full sad in soule and wot you why All for the loue of the faire countesse of Salisburie She little knowing his cause of griefe doth come to see Wherefore his highnes sate alone so heauily I haue beene wronged faire dame quoth he Since I came hither vnto thee now God forbid my Soueraigne she said If I were worthy for to know The cause and ground of this your woe it should be helpt if it doe lie in me Sweare to performe thy words to me thou Lady gay To thee the sorrow of my heart I will be wray I sweare by all the Saints in heauen I will quoth shee And let my Lord haue no mistrust at all in mee Then take thy selfe aside he said And say thy beauty hath betraid and wounded a king with thy bright shining eye If thou doe then some mercy shew Thou shalt expell a princes woe so shall I liue or else in sorrow die You haue your wish my Soueraigne Lord effectually Take all the loue that I may giue your Maiestie But in thy beauty all my ioyes haue theire abode Take then my beauty from my face my gratious Lord. Didst thou not sweare to graunt vnto my will All that I may I will fulfill then for my loue let thy true loue be seene My Lord your speech I might reproue You can not giue to mee your loue for that alone belongs vnto your Queene But I suppose your grace did this onely to try Whether a wanton tale might tempt dame Salisbury Not from your selfe therefore my liege my steps doe stray But from your tempting wanton tale I goe my way O turne againe thou Lady bright Come vnto me my hearts delight gone is the comfort of my pensiue heart Here comes the Earle of Warwicke he The father of this faire Lady my minde to him I meane for to impart Why is my Lord and soueraigne King so grieu'd in minde Because that I haue lost the thing I cannot finde What thing is that my gratious Lord which you haue lost It is my heart which is neere dead twixt fire and frost Curst be that frost and fire too Which causeth thus your highnes woe O Warwicke thou dost wrong me wondrous sore It is thy Daughter Noble Earle That heauens bright lampe that peereles pearle which kills my heart yet doe I her adore If that be all my gratious king that workes your griefe I will perswade that scornefull dame to yeeld reliefe Neuer shall she my daughter be if she refuse The loue and fauour of a King may her excuse Thus wylie Warwicke went his way And quite contrarie he did say when as he did the beautious Countesse meete Well met daughter deare quoth hee A message I must doe to thee our Royall king most kindely doth