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<HEAD>The Famous Flower of SERVING-MEN.
OR
The Lady turn'd SERVINGMAN;</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L>Her Lord being &s;lain, her Father dead,</L>
<L>Her Bower rob'd, her Servants fled,</L>
<L>She dre&s;t her &s;elf in Mans attire,</L>
<L>She trim'd her Locks, &s;he chang'd her Hair,</L>
<L>And thereupon &s;he chang'd her name,</L>
<L>From fair Eli&s;e to Sweet William.</L>
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<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<OPENER>To a delicate new tune, or, Flora farewel, Summer time, or, Loves tide.</OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>YOu beauteous Ladies great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>I write unto you one and all:</L>
<L>Whereby that you may under&s;tand,</L>
<L>What I have &s;uffered in this Land.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I was by birth a Lady fair,</L>
<L>My Father's chief and only Heir.</L>
<L>But when my good old Father dy'd,</L>
<L>Then was I made a young Knights bride.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then my Love built me a bower,</L>
<L>Bedeckt with many a fragrant flower,</L>
<L>A braver bower you never did &s;ee,</L>
<L>Than my true Love did build for me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But there came thives late in the night,</L>
<L>They rob'd my bower and flew my Knight:</L>
<L>And after that my Knight was &s;lain,</L>
<L>I could no longer there remain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><FIGURE>
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<L>My Servants all from me did fly,</L>
<L>In the mid&s;t of my extremity;</L>
<L>And left me by my &s;elf alone,</L>
<L>With a heart more cold than any &s;tone</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet though my heart was full of care</L>
<L>Heaven would not &s;uffer me to de&s;pair</L>
<L>Wherefore in ha&s;t I chang'd my name</L>
<L>From fair <HI>Eli&s;e</HI> to &s;weet <HI>William.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And therewithal I cut my hair,</L>
<L>And dre&s;t my &s;elf in man's attire:</L>
<L>My Doublet, Ho&s;e, and Bever-hat,</L>
<L>And a golden Band about my Neck.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With a &s;ilver Rapier by my &s;ide,</L>
<L>So like a gellant I did ride,</L>
<L>The thing that I delighted on,</L>
<L>Was for to be a Servingman.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
<HEAD>The &s;econd Part</HEAD>
<OPENER>to the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
<LG>
<L>THus in my &s;umptuous mans array,</L>
<L>I bravrly rode along the way:</L>
<L>And at the la&s;t it chanced &s;o,</L>
<L>That I unto the Kings Court did go.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then to the King I bowed full low,</L>
<L>My love and duty for to &s;how:</L>
<L>And &s;o much favour I did crave,</L>
<L>That I a Servingmans place might have.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Stand up brave youth the King reply'd,</L>
<L>Thy &s;ervice &s;hall not be deny'd:</L>
<L>But tell me fir&s;t what thou can&s;t do,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be fitted thereunto.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wilt thou be V&s;her of my Hall,</L>
<L>To wait upon my Nobles all?</L>
<L>Or wilt thou be ta&s;ter of my wine,</L>
<L>To wait on me when I &s;hall dine?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Or wilt thou be my Chamberlain,</L>
<L>To make my bed both &s;oft and fine?</L>
<L>Or wilt thou be one of my Guard?</L>
<L>And I will give thee thy reward.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> with a &s;miling face,</L>
<L>Said to the King, if 't plea&s;e your Grace,</L>
<L>To &s;hew &s;uch favour unto me,</L>
<L>Your Chamberlain I fain would be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The King then did his Nobles call,</L>
<L>To ask the coun&s;el of them all:</L>
<L>Who gave con&s;ent &s;weet <HI>William</HI> he</L>
<L>The King's own Chamberlain &s;hould be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Now mark what &s;trange things came to pa&s;s</L>
<L>As the King one day a hunting was:</L>
<L>With all his Lords and Noble train,</L>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> did at home remain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> had no company than,</L>
<L>With him at home, but an old man:</L>
<L>And when he &s;aw the coa&s;t was clear,</L>
<L>He took a Lute which he had there.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Vpon the Lute &s;weet <HI>William</HI> plaid,</L>
<L>And to the &s;ame he &s;ung and &s;aid:</L>
<L>With a plea&s;aut and mo&s;t noble voice,</L>
<L>Which made the old man to rejoyce.</L>
</LG>
<LG TYPE="song">
<HEAD>Sweet Williams Song.</HEAD>
<L>MY Father was as brave a Lord,</L>
<L>As ever <HI>Europe</HI> did afford:</L>
<L>My Mother was a Lady bright,</L>
<L>My Husband was a valiant Knight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And I my &s;elf a Lady gay,</L>
<L>Bedeckt with gorgeous rich array,</L>
<L>The brave&s;t Lady in the Land,</L>
<L>Had not more plea&s;ures to command,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I had my Mu&s;ick every day,</L>
<L>Harmonious Le&s;&s;ons for to play,</L>
<L>I had my Virgins fair and free,</L>
<L>Continually to wait on</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But now alas my Husband's dead,</L>
<L>And all my friends are from me fled:</L>
<L>My former joys are pa&s;t and gone,</L>
<L>For now I am a Servingman.</L>
<TRAILER>The End of &s;weet William's Song.</TRAILER>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>At la&s;t the King from Hunting came,</L>
<L>And pre&s;ently upon the &s;ame:</L>
<L>He called for the good old man,</L>
<L>And thus to &s;peak the King began.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What news, what news old man quoth</L>
<L>What news ha&s;t thou to tell to me:</L>
<L>Brave news the old man he did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> is a Lady gay,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If this be true thou telle&s;t me,</L>
<L>I'le make thee a Lord of high degree;</L>
<L>But if thy words do prove alye,</L>
<L>Thou &s;halt be hang'd up pre&s;ently.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But when the King the truth had found,</L>
<L>His joys did more and more abound:</L>
<L>According as the old man did &s;ay,</L>
<L>Sweet <HI>William</HI> was a Lady gay.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Therefore the King without delay,</L>
<L>Put on eer glorious rich array:</L>
<L>And upon her head a Crown of Gold,</L>
<L>Which was mo&s;t famous to behold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And then for fear of further &s;trife,</L>
<L>He took &s;weet <HI>William</HI> for his wife:</L>
<L>The like before was never &s;een,</L>
<L><HI>A</HI> Servingman to be a Queen.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>Finis.</TRAILER>
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<P><HI>London,</HI> Printed for <HI>Eliz. Andrews</HI> in little St, <HI>Bartholemews</HI> Court in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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