FINIS AS you came from the Holy Land of Walsingham Met you not with my true Love by the way as you came How should I know your true Love that have met many a one As I came from the Holy Land that have come that have gone She is neither white nor Brown but as the Heavens fair There is none hath a Form so Divine on the Earth in the Air Such a one did I meet good sir with Angel-like Face UUho like a Queen did appear in her Gate in her Grace She hath left me here all alone all alone and unknown UUho sometimes lov'd me as her life and called me her own UUhat's the cause she hath left thee alone and a new way doth take That sometime did love thee as her self and her joy did thee make I loved her all my youth but now am Old as you see Love liketh not the Falling Fruit nor the withered tree For Love is â— careless Child and forgets Promise past He is blind he is not deaf when he 〈◊〉 and in Faith never fast For love is a great delight And yet a truâ—â—less joy he is won with a word of Despair And is lost with a Ioyâ— such is the Love of Women-kind Or the word Love abused Under which many childish desires and Conceits are excused But Love is a durable fire in the mind ever burning Never Sick never Dead never Cold from it self never turning 4. The Winning of Cales LOng had the proud Spaniard advanced to conquer us Threatning our Country with Fire and Sword Often preparing their Navy most sumptuous With all the Provision that Spain could afford Dub a dub dub thus strikes the Drums Tan-ta-ra-ra tan-ta-ra-ra English men comes To the Seas presently went our Lord admiral With Knights Couragious and Captains full good The Earl of Essex a prosperous General With him prepared to pass the Salt Flood Dub a dub c. At Plymouth speedily took their Ships â—â—tiantiy Braver Ships never were seen under sail With their fair Colours spread and Streams o're their head Now braging Spaniards take heed of your Tayl. Dub a dub c. Unto Cales runningly came we most happily UUhere the King's Ruby did secretly Ride Being upon their backs pierceing their Buts of Sack E're that the Spaniard our coming discry'd Tan ta-ra-ra-ra English-men tymes bounce-abounce bounce-abounce Off went the Guns Great was the crying running and riding UUhich at that season was made in that place Then Beacons was fired as need was required To hide their great treasure they had little space Alas they cryed English-men comes There you might see the Ships how they were fired fast And how the men drowned themselves in the Sea That you might hear them cry wail and weep piteously UUhen as they saw no shift to escape thence away Dub a dub c. The great Saint Phillip the pride of the Spaniards UUas burnt to the bottom and sunk into the Sea But the Saint Andrew and eke the Saint Matthew UUe took in Fight manfully and brought them away Dub a dub c. The Earl of Essex most Ualiant and hardy UUith Horse-men and Foot-men marcht towards the Town The enemies which saw them full greatly affrighted Did fly for their Safe-guard and burst not come down Dub a dub c. Now quoth the Noble Earl Courage my Souldiers all Fight and he Ualiant the spoyl you shall have And well rewarded all from the great to the 〈◊〉 But look that the Women and Children you save Dub a dub c. The Spaniards at that 〈◊〉 Saw 't was in vain to 〈◊〉 Hung up their Flags of 〈◊〉 yielding up the town We marcht in presently decking the Walls on hiâ—â— With our English Colours which purchased Renown Dub a dub c. Entring the 〈…〉 of the â—ichest men For Gold and treaâ—â—â—â— we searched each day In some places we 〈…〉 â—yes baking in the 〈◊〉 Meat at the fire Roasting and men ran away Dub a dub c. Full of rich Merchandize every Shop we did seâ— Damask and Sattins and Velvet full fair â—hich Souldiers measure out by the length of their Swoâ—ds Of all Commodities and each one had a share Dub a dub c. Thus Cales was taken and our brave General Mâ—rcht to the Market-place there he did stand There many Prisoners of good account were took Many crav'd Mercy and mercy they found Dub a dub c. When as our General saw they delayed time And would not ransom the Town as they said With their fair Mainsâ—ots their Presses and Bedâ—â—eads Their Ioynt-stools and Tables a fire we made And when the Town 〈◊〉 in a 〈◊〉 With tan-ta-ra tan-ta ar-rat from thence we came 4. Of King Edward the Third and the fair Countess of Salisbury setting forth her constancy and endless glory WHen as Edward the third did live the valliant King David of Scotland to rebel did then begin The Town of Barwick suddenly from us he won And burnt Newcastle to the ground thus strife begun To Roxbury Castle marcht then And by the force of warlike men besieg'd therein a gallant fair Lady While that her Husband was in France His Countries honour to advance the Noble and Famous Earl of Salisbury Brave Sir William Montague rode then in haste Who declared unto the King the Scotish-mens â—oast Who like a Lyon in a rage did straightway prepare For to deliver that fair Lady from woful care But when the Scotish-men did hear her say Edward our King was come that dâ—y they raised their siege and ran away with speed So when thâ—t he did 〈◊〉 come With warlike Trumpet â—ife and â—rum none but a gallant Lady did him meet Who when he did with greedy eyes behold and see Her peerless beauty inthral'd his Majesty And ever the longer that he lookt the more he might For in her only beauty was his hearts delight And humbly then upon her knees She thankt his Royal Majesty that he had driven danger from her gate Lady quoth he stand up in peace Although my war doth now encrease Lord keep quoth she all hurt from â—our â—state Now is the King full sadin soul and wots not why And for the love of the fair Countess of Salisbury She little knowing his cause of gâ—ief did come to see Wherefore his Highness sat alone so heavily I have â—een wrong'd fair Dame quoth he Since I came hithed unto thâ— no God 〈◊〉 my Sovâ—raign she said If I were worthy for to knâ—w The cause and ground of this your woe you should be helpt if it did lye in me Swear to perform thy word to me thou Lady gay To thee the sorrows of my heart I will bewray I swear by all the Saints in Heaven I will quoth she And let my Lord have no mistrust at all in me Then take thy self aâ—â—de he said For why thy beauty hath betray'd Wounding a King with thy â—right shining eye If thou â—â— then some mercy show Thou shalt expel a Princely woe so shall I live or
The Duke of Hereford was the one a prudent Prince and wise 'Gainst whom such malice there was sâ—own which soon in sight did rise The Duke of Norfolk most untrue declared unto the King The Duke of Hereford greatly grew in hatred of each thing UUhich by his Grace was acted still against both high and low Now he had a traytorous will his State to overthrow The Duke of Hereford then in haste was sent for to the King And by the Lords in order plac'd examin'd of each thing UUho â— ing guiltless of this crime which was against him laid 〈◊〉 Duke of Norfolk at that time these words unto him said How can'st thou with a shameless face deny a truth so stout And here before his Royal Grace so falsly face it out Did not these wicked treasons pass when we together were How that the King unworthy was the Royal Crown to hear Wherefore my gracious Lord quoth he and you his Noble Peers To whom I wish long life to be with many happy years I do pronounce before you all this treacherous Lord that 's here A traytor to our Noble King as time shall shew it clear The Duke of Hereford hearing that in mind was grieved much And did return this answer flat which did Duke Norfolk touch The term of traytor truthless Duke in scorn and great disdain With flat distance to thy face I do return again And therefore if it please your Grace to grant me leave quoth he To Combat with my known Foe that here accuseth me I do not doubt but plainly prove that like a perjur'd Knight He hath most falsly sought my shame against all truth and right The King did grant this just request and did there with agree At Coventry in August next this Combat fought should be The Dukes on sturby Steebs full stout in Coats of Steel most bright With Spears in Rests did enter Lists this Combat flerce to fight The King then east his Warden down commanding them to stay And with his Lords he councel took to stint that mortal fray At length unto these Noble Dukes the King of â—eraulds came And unto them with losty speech this Sentence did proclaim Sir Henry Bullingbrook this day the Duke of Hereford here And Thomas Maubry Norfolk Duke so valiant did appear And having in honourable sort repaired to this place Our Noble King for special cause hath altered thus the case First Henry Duke of Hereford e're fifteen days be past Shall part the Realm on pain of death while ten years space doth last And Thomas Duke of Norfolk thou that hath begun this strife And therefore no good proof can bring I say for term of life By judgement of our Soveraign Lord which now in place doth stand For evermore I vanish thee out of thy Native Land Charging thee on pain of death when fifteen days are past Thou never tread on English ground so long as life doth last Thus were they sworn before the King e're they did further pass The one should never come in place whereas the other was Then both the Dukes with heavy hearts was parted presently Their uncouth streams of froward chance of forreign Lands to try The Duke of Norfolk coming then where he should Shipping take The bitter tears fell down his cheeks and thus his moan did make Now let me sigh and sob my fill e're I from hence depart That inward pangs with speed may burst my sore afflicted heart Ah cursed man whose loathed life is held so much in scorn Whose Company is clean despis'd and left as one forlorn Now take thy leave and last adieu of this thy Country dear Which never more thou must behold nor yet approach it near Now happy should I account my self if death my heart had torn That I might have my Bones Entombd where I was bred and born Or that by Neptunes wrathful rage I might be prest to dye Whilst that sweet Englands pleasant banks did stand before mine eye How sweet a scent hath English ground within my senses now How fair unto my outward sight seems every Bâ—anch and Bough The fields and flowers the trees and stones seem such unto my mind That in all other Countries â—uâ—e the like I shall never find O that the Sun with shining face would stay his steed by strength That this same day might stretched be to twenty years in length And that the true peâ—formed Lyve their hasty course would stay That Eolus would never yield to bear me hence away That by the fountain of my eyes the fields might watered be That I might grave my grievous Plaints upon each springing tree But time I see with Eagles wings so swift doth flie away And dusky Clouds begin to dim the brightness of the day The fatal hour it draweth on the winds and tydes agree And now sweet England oversoon I must depart from thee The Marriners have hoised Sails and call to catch me in And now in woful heart I feel my torments to begin Wherefore farewel for evermore sweet England unto thee But farewell all my Friends which I again shall never see And England here I kiss thy ground upon my bended knee Whereby to shew to all the world how dearly I love thee This being said away he went as Fortune did him guide And at the length with grief of heart in Venice there he dy'd The Noble Duke in doleful sort did lead his life in France And at the last the mighty Lord did him full high advance The Lord of England afterwards did send for him again While that King Richard at the Wars in Ireland did remain Who brought the vile and great abuse which through his deeds did spring Deposed was and then the Duke was truly Crowned King FINIS 8. The noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table To the Tune of Flying Fame When Arthur first in Court began and was approved King By force of Arms great Victories won and conquest home did bring Then into Brittain straight he came where fifty good and able Knights then repaired unto him which were of the Round Table And many Justs and Turnaments before them that were drest Where valiant Knights did then excel and far surmount the rest But one Sir Lancelot du lake who was approved well He in his fights and deeds of arms all others did excell When he had rested him a while to play to game and sport He thought he would to try himself in some adventurous sort He armed rode in Forrest wide and met a Damsel fair Who told him of adventures great whereto he gave good ear Why should I not quoth Lancelot tho for that cause I came hither Thou seem'st quoth she a Knight right good and I will bring thee thither Whereas the mighty King doth dwell that now is of great fame Therefore tell me what Knight thou art and then what is your Name My name is Lancelot du Lake quoth she it likes me than Here dwells a Knight that never was e're
THE Garland OF Good-will Divided into Three parts containing many pleasant SONGS and pretty POEMS to sundry new NOTES With a TABLE to find the Names of all the SONGS Written by T. D. London Printed for I. Wright at the sign of the Crown on Ludgate-hill 1678. The Table In the First Part. 1. THe fair Lady Rosamond 2. Shore's Wife 3. How King Edgar was deceived 4. How Coventry was made free 5. Of the Duke of Cornwall's Daughter 6. A Song of Queen Isabel. 7. The banishment of the two Dukes 8. The Noble Acts of Arthur of the Round Table and of Lancelot du Lake 9. A Song in praise of Women 10. A Song in praise of a single life 11. The Widdows solace 12. A Gentlewomans Complaint 13. How a Prince of England Wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how she was Married to a Forrester 14. The Faithful Friendship of two Friends Alphonso and Ganselo In the Second Part. 1. A Pastoral Song 2. Patient Grissel 3. A song between Truth and Ignorance 4. Iudeth and Holofornes 5. In praise of the English Rose In the Third Part. 1. A Maidens Choice 'twixt Age and Youth 2. As I came from Walsingham 3. The Winning of Cales 4. Of Edward and a Countess 5. The Spanish Ladies Love to an English-man 6. A Farewel to Love 7. The Lover by his Gifts thinking to conquer Chastity 8. The Womans Answer A Mournful Ditty on the Death of Rosamond King Henry the Second's Concubine To the Tune of When flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land the second of that Name Besides the Queen he dearly lov'd a fair and Princely Dame Most Peerless was her beauty found her favour and her Face A sweeter Creature in this world did never Prince embrace Her crisped Locks like threads of Gold appear'd to each mans sight Her comely Eyes like Orient Pearls did cast a heavenly light The blood within her Christial Châ—eks did such a colour drive As though the Lilly and the Rose for Mastership did strive Yea Rosamond fair Rosamond her named was called so To whom Dame Elinor our Queen was known a mortal Foe The King therefore for her defence against the furious Queen At Woodstock builded such a Bower the like was never seen Most curiously this Bower was built of Stone and Timber strong An hundred and fifty Doors did to this Bower belong And they so cunningly contriv'd with turnings round about That none but with a Clew of Thread could enter in or out And for his Love and Ladies sake that was so fair and bright The keeping of this Bower he gave unto a gallant Knight But Fortune that doth often frown where she before did smile The Kings delight and Ladies ioy full soon she did beguile For why the Kings ungracious Son whom he did high advance Against his Father raised War within the Realm of France But yet before our comely King the English Land forsook Of Rosamond his Lady fair his farewel thus he took My Rosamond the only Rose that pleaseth best my eye The fairest Rose in all the world to feed my Fantasie The Flower of my affected heart whose sweetness doth excell My Royal Rose a thousand times I bid thee now farewel For I must leave my fairest Flower my sweetest Rose a space And cross 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 whilst hence I am I 'le bear my Rose with me When Rosamond that Lady bright did hear the King say so The sorrow of her grieved heart her outward looks did show And from her clear and christial Eyes the tears gush'd out apace Which like the Silver Pearled Dew ran down her comely face Her Lips like to the Coral red did wax both wan and pale And for the sorrow she conceiv'd her vital Spirits did fail So falling down all in a swound before King Henries face Full oft betwixt his Princely arms her Corps he did embrace And twenty times with watry eyes he kist her tender Cheeks Until he had receiv'd again her senses mild and meek Why grieves my Rose my sweetest Rose the King did ever say Because quoth she to bloody Wars my Lord must part away But sith your Grace in Forreign Coasts among your Foes unkind Must go to hazard life and limb why should I stay behind Nay rather let me like a Page your Shield and Target bear That on my Breast the blow may light that should annoy you there O let me in your Royal Tent prepare your bed at night And with sweet Herbs refresh your Grace at your return from Fight So I your presence may enjoy no toyl I will refuse But wanting you my life is death which doth true Love abuse Content thy self my dearest Love thy rest at home shall be In Englands sweet and pleasant Soyl for travel fits not thee Fair Ladies brook not bloody Wars sweet Peace their pleasure breed The nourisher of hearts content which Fancy first did feed My Rose in Woodstock-Bower shall rest with Musick 's sweet delight While I amongst the pierceing Pikes against my Foes do Fight My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold with Diamonds richly dight Shall dance the Galliard of my Love while I my Foes do tinite And you Sir Thomas whom I trust to be my Loves defence Be careful of my gallant Rose when I am parted hence And there withal he fetcht a sigh as though his heart would break And Rosamond for very grief not one plain word could speak For at their parting well they might in heart be grieved sore After that day fair Rosamond the King did see no more For when his Grace had past the Seas and into France was gone Queen Elinor with envious heart to Woodstock came anon And forth she call'd this trusty Knight which kept this curious Bower Who with his Clew of twined thread came from that famous Flower And when that they had wounded him the Queen his Thred did get And came where Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set But when the Queen with stedfast eyes beheld her heavenly face She was amazed in her mind at her exceeding Grace Cast off thy Robes from thee she said that rich and costly be And drink thee up this deadly Draught which I have brought for thee But presently upon her knees sweet Rosamond did fall And pardon of the Queen she crav'â— for her offences all Lake pitty on my Youthful Years fair Rosamond did cry And let me not with poyson strong enforced be to die I will renounce my sinful life and in a Cloyster vide Or else be banisht if you please to range the world so wide And for the fault that I have done though I was forc'd thereto Preserve my lifâ— and punish me as you think fit to do And with these words her Lilly hands she wrung full often there And down along her comely Cheeks proceeded many a tear But nothing could this furious
matcht with any man â—ho has in prison three score Knights and four that he has wound â—nights of King Arthurs Court they be and of his Table Round 〈◊〉 brought him to a River-side and also to a tree Thereon a Copper Bason hung his fellows Shields to see 〈◊〉 struck so hard the Bason broke when Tarquin heard the sound 〈◊〉 drove a Horse before him straight whereon a Knight lay bound Sir Knight then said Sir Lancelot tho bring me that Horse-load hither And lay him down and let him rest we 'l try our force together And as I understand thou hast so far as thou art able Done great despite and shame unto the Knights of the Round Table â—f thou be of the Table Round quoth Tarquin speedily Both thee and all thy fellowship I utterly deste That 's overmuch quoth Lancelot tho defend thee by and by They put their Spurs unto their Steeds and each at other slye They couch their Spears and Horses can as though there had been thunder And each struck them amidst the shield wherewith they broke in sunder Their Horses backs brake under them the Knights were both aston'd To hold their Horses they made great haste to light upon the ground They took them to their Shields full fast thier Swords they drew out then With mighty strokes most eagerly each one at other ran They wounded were and bled full sore for breath they both did stand And leaning on their Swords a while quoth Tarquin hold thy hand And tell to me what I shall ask say on quoth Lancelot tho Thou art quoth Tarquin the best Knight that ever I did know And like a Knight that I did hate so that thou be not he I will deliver all the rest and eke accord with thee That is well said quoth Lancelot then but sith it must be so What is the Knight thou hatest so I pray thee to me shew His Name is Sir Lancelot du Lake he slew my Brother dear Him I suspect of all the rest I would I had him here Thy wish thou hast but yet unknown I am Lancelot du Luke Now Knight of Arthurs Table Round King Hauds Son of Suewake And I desire thee do thy worst Ho ho quoth Tarquin tho One of us two shall end our lives before that we do go If thou be Lancelot du Lake then welcome shalt thou be Wherefore see thou thy self defend for now I thee defte They buckled together so like two wild Boars rushing And with their Swords and Shields they ran at one another flashing The ground beâ—winkled was with Blood Tarquin began to faint For he gave back and bore his Shield so low he did repent Then soon spied Sir Lancelot tho he leapt upon him then He pull'd him down upon his knee and rushing off his yelm And then he struck his Neck in â—â—o and when he had done so From prison threescore Knights and four Lancelot delivered tho FINIS 9. A Song in Praise of Women To a pleasant new Tune called My Vallentine AMongst all other things that God hath made beneath the Sky Most glorious to satisfie the curious eye of mortal men withal The sight of Eve Did soonest fit his fancy Whose courtesse and amity most speedily had caught his heart in thrall Whom he did love so dear Aâ— plainly both appear He made her Queen of all the world and Mistris of his heart Though afterwards she wrought his woe his death and deadly smart What need I speak Of matters passed long ago Which all men know I need not shew to high or low the case it is so plain â—lthough that Eve committed then so great E're she went hence A recompence in defence she made mankind again For by her blessed Seed we are Redeem'd indeed Why should not then all mortal men esteem of women well And love their wives even as their lives as nature doth câ—mpel A vertuous Wife The Scripture doth commend and say That night and day she is a stray from all decay to keep her Husband still â—he useth not To give her self a wandring Or flattering or pratling or any thing to do her Neighbour ill But all her mind is bent his Pleasures is conâ—â—nâ— Her faithful love doth not remove for any Storm or grief Then is not he well blest think ye that meets with such a â—ife But now methinks I hear some men do say to me Few such there be in each degree and quality at this day to be found And now adays Some men do set their whole delight Both day and night with all despite to brawl and fight their rage did so abound But sure I think and say here comes no such to day Nor do I know of any she that is within that place And yet for fear I dare swear it is so hard a case But to conclude For Maids and wives and Virgins all Both great or small in Bowér or Hall to pray I shall so long as life doth last That they may live With hearts content and perfect peace That joys increase may never cease till death release the care that crept so fast For beauty doth me blind To have them all in mind Even for her sake that doth us make so merry to be seen The glory of the Female kind I mean our Noble Queen FINIS 10. A Song in praise of a single Life To the Tune of The Ghosts hearse SOme do write of bloody wars Some do shew the several jars 'twixt men through envy raised Some in praise of Princes write Some set their whole delight to her fair Beauty blazed Some other persons are mov'd for to praise where they are lov'd And let lovers praise beauty as they will other ways I am intended True Love is little regarded And often goes unrewarded Then to avoid all strife I 'le resolve to lead a single life whereby the heart is not offended â— what suit and service too Is used by them that wooe â— what grief in heart and mind What for row we do find through womens fond behaviour Subject to suffer each hour and speeches sharp and sower And labour love cost perchance 't is but all lost and no way to be amended And so purchase pleasure And after repent at leisure Then to avoid all strife c. To no man in wedded state Doth happen much debate except Gods special favour If his wife be proudly bent Or secretly consent to any lewd behaviour If â—he be slothful or idle Or such as her tongue cannot bridle O then well were he Of death his bane would be no sorrow else can be amended For look how long he were living Evermore he would be grieving Then to avoid all strife c. Married folks we often hear Even through their Children dear have many causes of sorrow If disobedient they be found Or false in any ground by their unlawful sorrows To see such wicked fellows shamefully come unto the Gallows Whom Parents with great care Nourished with dainty fare from their
Cradle truly tended When as their Mothers before them doth curse the day that e're they bore them Then to avoid all strife c. Do we then behold and see When men and wives agree and live together Where the Lord hath sent them eke Fair Children mild and meek like flowers in summer weather How greatly are they grieved And will not by joy he relieved if that Death doth call Either wife or Children small whom their vertues do command Their losses whom they thus added from their hearts cannot be moved Then to avoid all strife c. Who being in that happy state Would work himself such hate his Fancy for to follow Or living here devoid of strife Would take him to a wife for to procure his sorrow With cárking and with caring Evermore must be sparing Were he not worse'then mad being merry would be sad Were he to be commended That e're would seek much pleasure where grief is all his treasure Then to avoid all strife c. 11. The Widdows Solace To the Tune of Robinsons Almain MOurn no more fair Widdow thy tears are all in vain 'T is neither grief nor sorrow can call the dead again Man's well enough compared unto the Summers flower Which now is fair and pleasant yet withereth in an hour And mourn no more in vain as one whose faith is small Be patient in affliction and give God thanks for all All men are born to dye the Scripture telleth plain Of Earth we were created to Earth we must again I was neither Croesus treasure nor Alexanders fame Nor Solomon by wisdom that could Deaths fury tame 〈◊〉 Physick might preserve them when nature did decay What man can hold for ever the thing that will away Then mourn no more c. Though you have lost your Husband your comfort in distress Consider God regardeth the Widdows heaviness And hath strictly charged such as his Children be The Fatherless and Widdow to shield from injury Then mourn no more c. If he were true and faithful and loving unto thee Doubt not but there 's in England enough as good as he But if that such affeâ—tion within this heart was none Then give God praise and glory that he is dead and gone And mourn no more c Receive such Suitors friendly as do resort to thee Respect not the outward person but the inward gravity And with advised judgement chuse him above the rest Whom thou by proof hast tried Then mourn no more c. Then shalt thou live a life exempted from all annoy And whensoever it chanceth I pray God give thee joy And thus I make an end with true humility In hope my simple solace may well excepted be Then mourn no more c. FINIS 12. A gentle Womans Complaint in that she found her Friend Faithless which should have continued Constant. FAith is a Figure standing now for nought Faith is a fancy we ought to cast in thought Faith now adays as all the world may see Resteth in few and faith is fled from thee Is there any faith in strangers to be found Is there any faith lies hidden in the ground Is there any faith in men that buried be No there is none and Faith is fled from thee Fled is the Faith that might remain in any Fled is the Faith that should remain in many Fled is the Faith that should in any be Then farewel hope for Faith is fled from thee From Faith I see that everyone is flying From Faith I see that all things are a dying They flye from faith that most in faith should be And faithless thou that brake thy faith to me Thee have I sought but thee I could not find Thou of all others was most within my mind Thee have I left and I alone will be Because I find that Faith is fled from thee 13. Of the Prince of England who wooed the Kings Daughter of France and how he was slain and she afterwards Married to a Forrester To the Tune of Crimson Velvet IN the days of old When fair France did flourish Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy The King a Daughter had Beautious bright and lovely Which made her Father glad she was his only joy A Prince of England came Whose Deeds did merit Fame he woo'd her long and so at last Look what he did require She granted his desire their hearts in one were linkt so fast Which when her Father proved Lord how he ws moved and tormented in his mind He sought for to prevent them And to discontent them Fortune crosseth Lovers kind When the Princes twain Were thus barr'd of pleasure Through the Kings disdain which their joys withstood The Lady got up her cloaths Her Jewels and her Treasure Having no remorse of State or Royal Blood In homely poor array She got from Court away to meet her joy and hearts delight Who in a Forrest great Had taken up his seat to wait her comming in the night But to see what sudden danger To this Princely stranger chanced as he sat alone By Out-laws he was Robbed And with Poniard stobbed uttering many a dying groan The Princess arm'd by him And by true desire Mandring all the night without dread at all Still unknown she pass'd In her strange attire Comming at the last in the ecchoes call You fair woods quoth she Honoured may you be harbouring my hearts delight UUhich doth compass here My joy and only dear my trusty friend and Noble Right Sweet I come unto thee Sweet I come to woe thee that thou may'st not angry be For my long delaying And thy courteous staying ' mends for all I 'le make to thee Passing thus along Through the Forrest Many grievous groans sounding in her ears UUhere she heard a man To lament the sorest That was ever seen forced by deadly fear Farewel my dear quoth he Whom I shall never see for why my life is at an end Through villanies cruelty Loe here for thee I dye to shew I am a faithful Friend Here I lye a bleeding UUhile my thoughts are feeding on the rarest beauty found O hard hap that may be Little knows my Lady my heart blood lies on the groundâ— UUith that he gave a groan UUhich did burst asundier All the tender strings of his bleeding heart She which knew his voice At his tale did wonder All her former joy did to grief convert Straight she ran to see UUhom this man should be that so like her love did speak And found when as she came Her lovely Lord lay slain all smeared in blood which life did break When this deed they spied Lord how sore she cried her sorrows cannot counted be Her eyes like fountains runing While she cried out my Darling I would that I had died for thee His pale lips alas Twenty times she kissed And his face did wash with her trickling tears Every bleeding wound Her fair words bedewed Wiping off the Blood with her Golden Hair Speak fair Prince to me one sweet word of
quoth he and is it so Doth proud Alphonso now disdain his Friend indeed to know In desperate sort away he went into a Barn hard by And presently he drew his knife thinking thereby to dye And bitterly in sorrow there he did lament and weep And being over weighed with grief he there fell fast asleep While soundly there he sweetly slept come in a murthering thief And saw a naked knife lye by this man so fâ—ll of grief The knife so bright he took up straight and went away amain And thrust it in aâ—â— urehered man which before he had slain And afterwards he went with speed and put this bloody knife Into his hand that sleeping lay to save himself from strife Which done away in haste he ran and that search was made Ganselo with his bloody knife was for the murther staid And brought before the Magistrate who did confess most plain That he indeed with that same knife the murthered man had slain Alphonso sitting there as Iudge and knowing Ganselo's face To save his friend did say himself was guilty in that case None quoth Alphonso kill'd the man my Lord but only I And therefore set this poor man free and let me justly dye Thus while for death these faithful friends in striving did proceed The man before the Senate came which did the faâ—t indeed Who being moved with remorse their friendly hearts to see Did say befoâ—e the Iudges plain none did the faâ—t but he Thus when the truth was plainly told of all sides joy was seen Alphonso did embrace his Friend which had so woful been In rich array he cloathed him as fitted his degree And helpt him to his Lands â—gaâ—n and former dignity Tâ—e Murtherer for telling truth had pardon at that time Who afterwards lamented much this foul and grievous crime FINIS THE SECOND PART OF THE GARLAND of GOOD-WILL 1. A Pastoral Song to the Tune of Hey ho holy-day UPon a Down where Shepherd keep piping pleasant Lays Two Country Maids were keeping Sheep and sweetly chanted Round-delays Three Shepherds each on Daten Reed blaming Cupids cruel wrong Unto these Rural Nymphs agreed to keep a tuneful Tunder-song And so they were in number Five Busâ—cks number sweet And we the like let us contrive to sing their Song in order meet Fair Phillis part I take to me she 'gainst loving Hinds complains And Amarillis thou shalt be she defends the Shepherds Swains Ph. Fye on the slights that men devise Sh. Hey ho silly slights Ph. When sâ—mple Maids they would intice Sh. Maidens are young-mens chief delights Am. Nay women they which with their eyes Sh. Eyes like beanâ—s of burâ—â—ng Sun Am. And men once caught they soon dispise Sh. So are Shepherds oft undone Ph. If any young Man win a Maid Sh. Happy man is he Ph. By trusting him she is betray'd Sh. Fye upon such treachery Am. If maids witch young-men with their guiles Sh. Hey ho hey ho guiters grief Am. They deal like weeping Crocodiles Sh. That murther men without relief Ph. I know a silly Country Hind Sh. Hey ho hey ho silly Swain Ph. To whom fair Daphne proved kind Sh. Was he not kind to her again Ph. He vow'd to Pan with many an Dath Sh. Hey ho hey ho Shepherds God is he Am. Yet since he hath chang'd broke his ruth Sh. Troth plight broke will plagued be Am. She had deceived many a Swain Sh. Fye upon false deceit Am. And plighted troth to them in vain Sh. There can be no grief more great Am. Her measure was with measure paid Sh. Hey ho hey ho equal need Am. She was beguiled that was betray'd Sh. So shall all deceivers speed Ph. If ever Maid were like to me Sh. Hey ho hey ho hard of heart Ph. Both Love and Lovers scorn'd should be Sh. Scorners should be sure of smart Am. If every Maid were of my mind Sh. Hey ho hey ho lovely sweet Am. They to their Lovers should prove kind Sh. Kindness is for maidens meet Ph. Methinks Love is an idle toy Sh. Hey ho hey ho busie pain Ph. Both wit and sense it doth annoy â—h Both wit and sense thereby we gain Am. Tush Phillis cease be not so coy Ph. Hey ho hey ho my disdain Am. I know you Love a Shepherds Boy Sh. Fye on that woman so can feign Ph. Well Amarillis now I yield Sh. Shepherd sweetly pipe aloud Ph. Love conquers both in town and field Sh. Like a Tyrant fierce and proud Am. The Evening-star is up we see Sh. Vesper shines we must away Ph. Would every Lady would agree Sh. So we endour Round-delay 2. Of Patient Grissel and a Noble Marquess Tune is The Brides Good morrow A Noble Marquess as he did ride a hunting hard by a River side A proper Maiden as she did sit a spinning his gentle eye espy'd â—ost fair and lovely and of comely grace was she although in simple attire She sang most sweet with pleasant voice melodi-ously which set the Lords heart on fire The more he lookâ— the more he might Beauty bred his hearts delight and to this dainty Damosel he went God speed quoth he thou famous flower fair Mistris of this homely Bower where love vertue lives with sweet content With comely gesture modâ—st fine behaviour she had him welcome then She entertain'd him in faithful friendship manner and all his Gentlemen The Noble Marquess in his heart felt such flaâ—â— which set his seases all at strife Quoth he fair Maiden shew me soon what is thâ— naâ—e I mean to take thee to my wifeâ— Grissel is my name quoth she For unfit for your degree a silly Maiden and of Parents poor Nay Grissel thou art rich he said A vertuous fair and comely Maid grant me thy love and I will ask no more At length she consented being â—oth conâ—ented they married were with speed Her country russet was tâ—r◠〈◊〉 silk and 〈◊〉 as to her state agreed And when that she was trinity tyrdâ— in the shine her beauty shined most bright Far staming every other brave 〈…〉 that did appear in her sight Many envâ—â—d her therefâ—re Because she 〈…〉 and ' 〈…〉 you great â—tiâ—e old 〈◊〉 Some said thâ—â— and 〈…〉 that Some did call her Beggers brat and to her Lord they would 〈◊〉 â—ispraise â— noble Maâ—quâ—sâ—â—iâ—th they 〈…〉 wrong thus basely for to wed That might have gotten an honourable Lady into your Princely Bed â—ho will not now your noble issue still deriâ—e which shall be hereafter born That are of blood so base by the Mothers side the which will bring them to scorn But her therefore quite away Take to you a Lady gay whereby your Linage may renowned be Thus every day they seem'd to prate That maliâ—'d Grissels good estate who took all this most mild and patiently When that the Marquess did see that they â—erâ— bent thus against his faithful wife Who most dearly tenderly and intirely he loved as his life â—inding in secret for to prove her