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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

and paine Despised disdained and banished quite the coaste of our country so sweete to our sight Alacke and alacke alas may we cry that euer we forced King Edward to die thē farevvell faire England vvherein vve vvere borne our friends our kindred vvill hold vs in scorne Our honours and dignities quite haue vve lost both profit and pleasuere our fortune hath crost Our parkes and our chases our mansions so faire our Iems and our Ievxels most precious and rare Alacke and alacke and alas may vve cry that euer vve forced King Edvvard to die Then farevvell deere Ladyes and most louing vviues might vve mend your miseries vvith losse of our liues Then our silly children vvhich begs at your hand in griefe and callamities long should not stand Nor yet in their Country despised should bee that lately was honored of euery degree Alacke and alacke and alas we may crie that euer we forced King Edward to die In Countries vnknowne we range too and fro cloying mens eares with report of our vvoe Our food is vvild berries greene banks are our beds the Trees serue for houses to couer our heads Brovvne bread to our tast is dainty and svveete our Drinke is cold vvater tooke vp at our feete Alacke and alacke and alas vve may crie that euer vve forced King Edvvard to die Thus hauing long vvandred in hunger and cold despising liues safety most desperate and bould Sir T. Gurney tovvard England doth goe for loue of his Lady distressed vvith vvoe Saying how happy and blessed were I to see my sweet Children and wife ere I die Alacke and alacke and alas we may cry that euer we forced King Edward to die But three yeares after his wofull exile behold how false fortune his thoughts doth beguile Comming toward England was tooke by the way and least that he should the chiefe murderers bewray Commaundement was sent by one called Lea. he should be beheaded foorthwith on the Sea Alacke and alacke and alas did he crie that euer we forced King Edward to die Thus was Sir Thomas dispatched of life in comming to visit his sorrowfull wife Who was cut off from his wished desire which he in his heart so much did require And neuer his Lady againe did he see nor his poore children in their misery Alacke and alacke and alas did he cry that euer we forced King Edward to dye The Lord Matreuers the Story doth tell in Germany after long time did he dvvell In secret manner for feare to be seene by any persons that fauoured the Queene And there at last in great misery he ended his life most penitently Alacke and alacke and alas did he say that euer vve made King Edvvard avvay FINIS The second part of Strange Histories or Songs and Sonnets A new Song of King Eegar of England how he was depriued of a Lady which he Loued by a Knight of his Court Cant 10. To be sung in the old ancient sort or else to the tune of Labandalashot WHen as King Edgar did gouerne this land a downe downe downe downe downe And in the strength of his yeares did stand call him a downe a. Much praise was spread of a gallant Dame which did through England carry fame And she is a Lady of high degree the Earle of Deuonshires daughter was she The King which lately had buried the Queene and that long time had a widdower beene Hearing the praise of that gallant maide vpon her beauty his loue he laid And in his sighes he would often say I will go send for that Lady gay Yea I will send for that Lady bright which is my treasure and hearts delight Whose beauty like Phoebus beames doth glister through all christian realmes Then to himselfe he would reply and say how fond a Prince am I To cast my loue so base and low and on a Girle I do not know King Edgar will his fancy frame to loue some princely pearelesse dame The Daughter of some royall King that may a worthy Dowry bring Whose matchlesse beauty brought in place may Estrelds colour quite disgrace But sencelesse man what doe I meane vnto a broken Reede to leane And what fond fury doth me mooue thus to abase my dearest loue Whose visage grac'd with heauenly hue doth Helens honour quite subdue The glory of her beauties pride sweete Estrelds fauour doth deride Then pardon my vnseemely speech deere loue and Lady I beseech And I my thoughts henceforth will frame to spread the honour of thy name Then vnto him he called a Knight which was most trusty in his sight And vnto him thus did he say to Earle Orgarus goe thy way And aske for Estrild comely dame whose beauty runnes so farre by fame And if thou finde her comely grace as fame hath spread in euery place Then tell her father she shall be my crowned Queene if she agree The Knight in message did proceede and into Deuonshire went with speede But when he saw the Lady bright he was so rauished at her sight That nothing could his passions mooue except he might obtaine her loue And day and night while he there staid he courted still that gallant maide And in his suite did shew his skill that at the length wonne her good will Forgetting quite the duty tho which he vnto the King did owe Then comming home vnto his grace he told him with dissembling face That these reporters were too blame that so aduanst the maidens name For I assure your Grace quoth he she is as other women be Her beauty of such great report no better then the common sort And farre vnmeete in euerything to match with such a noble King But though her face be nothing faire yet sith she is her fathers heyre Perhaps some Lord of high degree would very glad her husband be And if your Grace would giue consent I could my selfe be well content The Damsell for my wife to take for her great land and liuings sake The King whom thus he did deceaue incontinent did giue him leaue For in that point he did not stand for why he had no need of land Then being glad he went his way and wedded straight that Lady gay The fayrest creature bearing life had this same Knight vnto his wife And by that match of high degree an Earle soone after that was hee Ere they long time had married beene others that had her beauty seene Her praise was spread both farre and neere the King thereof againe did heare Who then in heart did plainely prooue he was betrayed of his loue Though therewith he was vexed sore yet seemd he not to grieue therefore But kept his countenance good and kinde as though he bare no grudge in minde But on a day it came to passe when as the King full merrie was To Ethelwood in sport he said I muse what cheere there should be made If to thy house I should resort a night or two for Princely sport Hereat the Earle shewed countenance glad though in his heart

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

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