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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

drinke There might you see the Lords and Ladyes for to lie Amidst rhe salt Sea foame with many a grieuous crie Still labouring for their liues defence with stretched armes abroade And lifting vp their little hands for helpe with one accord But as good Fortune would the svveet young Duke did get Into the Cocke-boate then where safely he did sit But when he heard his Sister cry the Kinges faire Daughter deere He turnd his Boat to take her in whose death did draw so neere But while he stroue to take his sweete young Sister in The rest such shift did make in sea as they did swimme That to the Boat a number got so many as at last The Boat and all that were therein were drowned and ouercast Of Lordes and Gentlemen the Ladyes faire offace Not one escaped then which was a heauie case Three-score and ten were drownd in all and none escaped death But one poore Butcher which had swome himselfe quite out of breath This was most heauie newes vnto our comely King Who did all Mirth refuse this word when they did bring For by this meanes no Child he had his Kingdome to succeed Whereby his sisters Sonne was King as you shall plainely read The Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamitie Cant. 4. To the tune of Queene Dido WHen God had taken for our sinne that prudent Prince King Edward away Then bloudy Bonner did begin his raging malice to be wray All those that did the Gospell professe He persecuted more or lesse Thus when the Lord on vs did lower many in Prison did he throw Tormenting them in Lolards Tower whereby they might the trueth forgoe Then Granmer Ridley and the rest Were burnt in fire that Christ profest Smithfield was then with Fagots fild and many places more beside At Couentrie was Sanders kild at Glocester eke good Hooper dide And to escape this bloudy day Beyond-seas many fled away Among the rest that sought reliefe and for their Fayth in danger stood Lady Elizabeth was chiefe King Henries daughter of Royall bloud Which the Tower prisoner did lie Looking each day when she should die The Dutches of Suffolke seeing this whose life likewise the Tyrant sought Who in the hope of heauenly blisse which in Gods word her comfort wrought For feare of death was faine to flie And leaue her House most secretly That for the loue of Christ alone her Landes and Goods she left behind Seeking still for precious Stone the Word of trueth so rare to finde She with her Nurse her Husband and Child In poore aray their sightes beguild Thus through London they past along each one did passe a seuerall streete Thus all vnknowne escaped wrong at Billings gate they all did meete Like pleople poore in Graue send Barge They simply went with all their charge And all along from Grauesend towne with easie iournies on foote they went Vnto the Sea-coast they came downe to passe the Seas was their intent And God prouided so that day That they tooke Ship and sayld away And with a prosperous gale of winde in Flaunders safe they did ariue This was to their great ease of minde which from their heartes much woe did driue And so with thankes to God on hie They tooke their way to Germanie Thus as they traueild thus disguisde vpon the high way sodainely By cruell Theeues they were surprisde assaulting their poore company And all their Treasure and their store They tooke away and beate them sore The Nursse in middest of their fight laid downe the childe vpon the ground And ran away out of their sight and neuer after that was found Then did the Dutches make great mone With her good Husband all alone The Theeues had there their horses kild and all their mony quite had tooke The prettie Babie almost spild was by their Nurse likewise forsooke And they far from their friends did stand All succourlesse in a straunge Land The Skies likewise began to schoule it hayld and raind in pitteous sort The way was long and wondrous foule then may I now full well report Their griefe and sorrow was not small When this vnhappy chance did fall Sometime the Dutchesse bore the child as wet as euer she could be And when the Lady kind and mild was wearie then the Child bore he And thus they one another eas'd And with their fortunes were well pleas'd And after many weary steppes all wet-shod both in durt and myre After much griefe their harts yet leapes for labour doth some rest require A Towne before them they did see But lodg'd therein they could not bee From house to house they both did goe seeking where they that night might lie But want of Mony was their woe and still the Babe with cold did cry With cap and knee they courtsie make But none on them would pittie take Loe heere a Princesse of great bloud did pray a Peasant for reliefe With teares bedeawed as she stood yet few or none regards her griefe Her speach they could not vnderstand But gaue her a penny in her hand When all in vaine the paines was spent and that they could not house-rome get Into a Church-porch then they went to stand out of the raine and wet Then said the Dutchesse to her deere Oh that we had some fire heere Then did her Husband so prouide that fire and coales he got with speed She sat downe by the fiers side to dresse her Daughter that had need And while she drest it in her lap Her Husband made the Infant Pap. A non the Sexton thither came and finding them there by the fire The drunken Knaue all voyd of shame to driue them out was his desire And spurning foorth this noble Dame Her Husbands wrath it did inflame And all in furie as he stood he wrong the Keyes out of his hand And stroke him so that all of bloud his head ran downe where he did stand Therefore the Sexton presently For helpe and ayde aloude did cry Then came the Officers in haste and tooke the Dutchesse and her Childe And with her Husband thus they past like Lambes beset with Tygers wilde And to the Gouernour were they brought who vnderstood them not in ought Then Maister Bartue braue and bold in Latine made a gallant speech Which all their miserie did vnfold and their high fauour did beseech With that a Doctor sitting by Did know the Dutchesse presently And thereupon arising straight with minde abashed at this sight Vnto them all that there did waight he thus brake foorth in wordes aright Behold within your sight quoth hee A Princesse of most high degree With that the Gouernour and the rest were all amaz'd the same to heare And welcommed their new-come Gueste with reuerence great and princely cheare And afterward conueyd they were Vnto their friend Prince Cassemeer A Sonne she had in Germanie Peregrine Bartue cal'd by name Surnam'd the good Lord Willughbie of courage great and worthie fame Her Daughter young which with her went Was afterward Countesse

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

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

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