But fortune, that doth often frowne
Where fhee before did fmile,

The kinges delighte and ladyes joy
Full foon fhee did beguile.

For why, the kinges ungracious fonne,

Whom he did high advance,

Against his father raised wares

Within the realme of France.

Nay rather,

let me like a page,

Your fworde and target beare;

That on my breaft the blowes may lighte,
Which would offend you there.

Prepare your bed at nighte,

And with fweete baths refresh your grace/

At your returne from fighte.

So I your prefence may enjoye

No toil I will refufe;

But wanting you, my life is death;
Nay, death Ild rather chuse!

"Content thy felf, my deareft love;
Thy reft at home fhall bee

In Englandes fweet and pleafant ifle ;
For travell fits not thee.

Faire ladies brooke not bloodye warres;
Soft peace their fexe delightes;

'Not rugged campes, but courtlye bowers;

Gay feaftes, not cruell fightes.'

My Rofe fhall fafely here abide,

With muficke paffe the daye;

3.

Whilft I, amonge the piercing pikes,

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My foes feeke far awaye.

My Rofe fhall shine in pearle, and goldé,
Whilft Ime in armour dighte;

Gay galliards here my love fhall dance,
Whilft I my foes goe fighte

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And

Caft off from thee thofe robes, she said,

And with these words, her lillie handes

She wrunge full often there;

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