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B06261 The true loves knot untyed, being the right path, whereby to advise princely virgins how to behave themselves by the example of the renowned princesse, the Lady Arabella, and the second son to the Lord Seymor, late Earl of Hartford. To the tune of Frogs Galliard. 1643 (1643) Wing T2755D; Interim Tract Supplement Guide BR f 821.04 B49[55] 1,406 2

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The true Loves knot untyed Being the right path whereby to advise princely Virgins how to behave themselves by the example of the Renowned Princesse the Lady ARABELLA and the second Son to the Lord seymor late Earl of Hartford To the Tune of Frogs Galliard AS I from Ireland did passe I saw a Ship at anchor lay Another Ship likewise there was Which from fair England took her way This Ship that sail'd from fair England Vnknown unto our gracious King The Lord Chief-Iustice did command That they should us to London bring I drew more neer and saw more plain ●●dy Arabella in distresse 〈◊〉 wrung her hands and wept amain ●ewailing of her heavinesse When neer fair London-tower she came Whereas her landing place should be The King and Queen with all their train Did meet this Lady gallanty 〈…〉 Arabella then our King 〈…〉 Lady straight did say 〈…〉 tic'd you to this thing 〈…〉 England took your way None but my self my gracious Liege This ten long yéers I've béen in love With the Lord Seymors second Son The Earl of Hartford so we prove Though he be not the mightiest man Of Goods and Livings in this land Yet I have Lands us to maintain So much your Grace doth understood My Lands and Livings are well known Vnto your Books of Majesty Amounts to twelve score pounds a Wéek Besides what I do give quoth she In gallant Derbyshire likewise I nine score Beadsmen maintain there With hats and gowns and hou●e-rent free And every man five Marks a yéer I never raised Rent she said Nor yet opprest the tenants poor I never took no Bribes nor Fines For why I had enough before The second part To the same Tune VVHich of your Nobles will do so For to maintain the Commonalty Such multitudes would never grow Nor be such store of poverty I would I had a Milk-maid béen Or born of some lower degrée Then I might have lov'd where I like And no man could have hindred me Or would I were some Yeomans childe For to receive my portion now According unto my degrée As other Virgins whom I know The highest Branch that springs aloft Needs must ore shade the middle tree Needs must the shadow of them both Shadow the third in his degree But when that tree is cut and gone And from the ground is born away The lowest trée that there doth stand In time may grow as high as they Once where I thought to have bin Quéen But yet that stile I did deny I know your Grace had right to 'th Crown Before Elizabeth did dye You of the elder sister came I of the second in degree The Earl of Hartford of the third A man of Royall bloud quoth she And so goodnight my Soveraign-Leige Since in the Tower I must lye I hope your Grace will condiscend That I may have my liberty Lady Arabella said our King I to your fréedom would consent If you will turn and go to 'th Church There to receive the Sacrament And so goodnight Arabella fair Our King to her reply'd again I will take Counsell of my Nobility That you your fréedom may obtain Once more to prison must I go Lady Arabella then did say To leave my Love breeds all my woe The which will be my lifes decay Love is the knot none can unknit Fancie a liking of the heart He whom I love cannot forget Though from his presence I must part The meanest people injoys their Mates But I was born unhappily For being cross'd by cruell Fate I want both Love and liberty But Death I hope will end the strife Farewel farewel dear Love quot she Once had I thought to have been thy wife But now am forc'd so part from thee At this sad parting she had cause In heart and minde to grieve full sore After that time Arabella fair Did never sée Lord Seymor more LONDON Printed for Francis Grove 1643.