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And for the fault which I have done,
Though I was forc'd theretoe,
Preserve my life, and punish mee
As you thinke meet to doe."

And with these words, her lillie handes
She wrunge full often there;
And downe along her lovely face
Did trickle many a teare.

But nothing could this furious queene
Therewith appeased bee;
The cup of deadlye poyson stronge,
As she knelt on her knee,

Shee gave this comelye dame to drinke;
Who tooke it in her hand,
And from her bended knee arose,

And on her feet did stand:

And casting up her eyes to heaven,
Shee did for mercye calle;

And drinking up the poison stronge,
Her life she lost withalle.

And when that death through everye limbe
Had showde its greatest spite,

Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse

Shee was a glorious wight.

Her body then they did entomb,

When life was fled away,

At Godstowe, neare to Oxford towne,

As may be seene this day.

VIII. QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION

Eleanor, the daughter and heiress of William Duke of Guienne, and Count of Poictou, had been married sixteen years to Louis VII. King of France, and had attended him in a croisade, which that monarch commanded against the infidels: but having lost the affections of her husband, and even fallen under some suspicions of gallantry with a handsome Saracen, Louis, more delicate than politic, procured a divorce from her, and restored her those rich provinces, which by her marriage she had annexed to the crown of France. The young Count of Anjou,

afterwards Henry II. King of England, though at that time but in his nineteenth year, neither discouraged by the disparity of age, nor by the reports of Eleanor's gallantry, made such successful courtship to that princess, that he married her six weeks after her divorce, and got possession of all her dominions as a dowry. A marriage thus founded upon interest was not likely to be very happy: it happened accordingly. Eleanor, who had disgusted her first husband by her gallantries, was no less offensive to her second by her jealousy: thus carrying to extremity, in the different parts of her life, every circumstance of female weakness. She had several sons by Henry, whom she spirited up to rebel against him; and endeavouring to escape to them disguised in man's apparel in 1173, she was discovered and thrown into a confinement, which seems to have continued till the death of her husband in 1189. She however survived him many years: dying in 1204, in the sixth year of the reign of her youngest son, John." See Hume's History, 4to. vol. i. pp. 260, 307. Speed, Stowe, &c.

It is needless to observe, that the following ballad (given, with some corrections, from an old printed copy) is altogether fabulous; whatever gallantries Eleanor encouraged in the time of her first husband, none are imputed to her in that of her second.

QUEENE Elianor was a sicke woman,
And afraid that she should dye :
Then she sent for two fryars of France
To speke with her speedilye.

The king calld downe his nobles all,
By one, by two, by three;

"Earl marshall, Ile goe shrive the queene,
And thou shalt wend with mee."

A boone, a boone; quoth earl marshàll,
And fell on his bended knee;
That whatsoever Queene Elianor saye,
No harme therof may bee.

Ile pawne my landes, the king then cryd,
My sceptre, crowne, and all,
That whatsoere Queen Elianor sayes
No harme thereof shall fall.

Do thou put on a fryars coat,
And Ile put on another;

And we will to Queen Elianor goe
Like fryar and his brother.

Thus both attired then they goe:

When they came to Whitehall,

The bells did ring, and the quiristers sing,
And the torches did lighte them all.

When that they came before the queene
They fell on their bended knee;
A boone, a boone, our gracious queene,
That you sent so hastilee.

Are you two fryars of France, she sayd,
As I suppose you bee?

But if you are two Englishe fryars,

You shall hang on the gallowes tree.

We are two fryars of France, they sayd, As you suppose we bee,

We have not been at any masse

Sith we came from the sea.

The first vile thing that ever I did
I will to you unfolde;

Earl marshall had my maidenhed,
Beneath this cloth of golde.

Thats a vile sinne, then sayd the king,
May God forgive it thee !
Amen, amen, quoth earl marshall;
With a heavye heart spake hee.

The next vile thing that ever I did,
To you Ile not denye,

I made a boxe of poyson strong,
To poison King Henrye.

Thats a vile sinne, then sayd the king,
May God forgive it thee!
Amen, amen, quoth earl marshall;

And I wish it so may bee.

The next vile thing that ever I did,
Το you I will discover;

I poysoned fair Rosamonde,

All in fair Woodstocke bower.

Thats a vile sinne, then sayd the king;
May God forgive it thee!

Amen, amen, quoth earl marshall
11;
And I wish it so may bee.

Do you see yonders little boye,
A tossing of the balle?

That is earl marshalls eldest sonne,1

And I love him the best of all.

Do you see yonders little boye,
A catching of the balle ?

That is King Henryes youngest sonne,1
And I love him the worst of all.

His head is fashyon'd like a bull;
His nose is like a boare.

No matter for that, King Henrye cryd,
I love him the better therfore.

The king pulled off his fryars coate.
And appeared all in redde:

She shrieked, and cryd, and wrung her hands,
And sayd she was betrayde.

The king lookt over his left shoulder,

And a grimme look looked hee,

Earl marshall, he sayd, but for my oathe,
Or hanged thou shouldst bee.

IX. THE STURDY ROCK

This poem, subscribed M. T. [perhaps invertedly for T. Marshall 2] is preserved in "The Paradise of Daintie Devises," quoted above in page 16. The two first stanzas may be found accompanied with musical notes in "An howres recreation in Musicke, &c. by Richard Alison," Lond. 1606, 4to. : usually bound up with three or four sets of " Madrigals set to music by Tho. Weelkes," Lond. 1597, 1600, 1608, 4to. Öne of these madrigals is so complete an example of the Bathos, that I cannot forbear presenting it to the reader.

Thule, the period of cosmographie,

Doth vaunt of Hecla, whose sulphureous fire
Doth melt the frozen clime, and thaw the skie,
Trinacrian Etna's flames ascend not hier:

These things seeme wondrous, yet more wondrous I,
Whose heart with feare doth freeze, with love doth fry.

The Andelusian merchant, that returnes

Laden with cutchinele and china dishes,

Reports in Spaine, how strangely Fogo burnes

Amidst an ocean full of flying fishes:

These things seeme wondrous, yet more wondrous I,

Whose heart with feare doth freeze, with love doth fry.

1 She means that the eldest of these two was by the earl marshal, the youngest by

the king.

Vid. Athen. Ox. p. 152. 316.

II 149

*B

Mr. Weelkes seems to have been of opinion, with many of his brethren of later times, that nonsense was best adapted to display the powers of musical composure.

THE sturdy rock for all his strength
By raging seas is rent in twaine :
The marble stone is pearst at length,
With little drops of drizling rain :
The oxe doth yeeld unto the yoke,
The steele obeyeth the hammer stroke.

The stately stagge, that seemes so stout,
By yalping hounds at bay is set :
The swiftest bird, that flies about,

Is caught at length in fowlers net :
The greatest fish, in deepest brooke,
Is soon deceived by subtill hooke.

Yea, man himselfe, unto whose will
All things are bounden to obey,
For all his wit and worthie skill,

Doth fade at length, and fall away.
There is nothing but time doeth waste;
The heavens, the earth consume at last.

But vertue sits triumphing still

Upon the throne of glorious fame:
Though spiteful death mans body kill,
Yet hurts he not his vertuous name:
By life or death what so betides,
The state of vertue never slides.

X. THE BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL

GREEN

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This popular old ballad was written in the reign of Elizabeth, as appears not only from ver. 23, where the arms of England are called the "Queenes armes ;" but from its tune's being quoted in other old pieces, written in her time. See the ballad on Mary Ambree," Series II. Book ii. No. 19. The late Mr. Guthrie assured the Editor, that he had formerly seen another old song on the same subject, composed in a different measure from this; which was truly beautiful, if we may judge from the only stanza he remembered. In this it was said of the old Beggar, that "down his neck

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