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<HEAD>The Life and Death of the Famous <HI>THOMAS STUKELY:</HI>
An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Gallant in time of Queen <HI>Elizabeth,</HI> who ended his Life in a Battel
three Kings of <HI>Barbary.</HI> </HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, King <HI>Henry's</HI> going to <HI>Bulloign,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>IN the We&s;t of <HI>England,</HI></L>
<L>born there was, I under&s;tand,</L>
<L>a famous Gallant was he in his days,</L>
<L>By birth, a wealthy Clothier's &s;on,</L>
<L>Deeds of wonders he hath done,</L>
<L>to purcha&s;e him a long and la&s;ting prai&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If I would tell his &s;tory,</L>
<L>Pride was all his glory,</L>
<L>and <HI>Lu&s;ty Stukely,</HI> he was call'd in Court,</L>
<L>He &s;erv'd a Bi&s;hop in the we&s;t,</L>
<L>And did accompany the be&s;t,</L>
<L>maintaining of him&s;elf to gallant &s;ort.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Being thus e&s;teemed,</L>
<L>And every where well deemed,</L>
<L>he gain'd the favour of a <HI>London</HI> Dame,</L>
<L>Daughter to an Alderman,</L>
<L><HI>Curties</HI> &s;he was called then,</L>
<L>to whom a &s;uitor gallantly he came,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When &s;he his per&s;on &s;pyed,</L>
<L>He could not be denyed,</L>
<L>&s;o brave a Gentleman he was to &s;ee;</L>
<L>She was quickly made his wife,</L>
<L>In weal or woe to lead her life;</L>
<L>her Father willing; thereto did agree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus in &s;tate and lea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Full many days they mea&s;ure,</L>
<L>till cruel Death with his regardle&s;s &s;pight,</L>
<L>Bore old <HI>Curtis</HI> to the grave,</L>
<L>A thing that <HI>Stukely</HI> wi&s;ht to have,</L>
<L>that he might revel all in gold &s;o bright.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He was no &s;ooner tombed,</L>
<L>but <HI>Stukely</HI> he pre&s;umed,</L>
<L>to &s;pend a hundred pound a day in wa&s;te;</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Gallants in the land</L>
<L>Had <HI>Stukely</HI>'s pur&s;e at their command,</L>
<L>thus merrily the time away he pa&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Taverns and Ordinaries,</L>
<L>Were his chief braveries,</L>
<L>golden angels there flew up and down;</L>
<L>Ryots were his be&s;t delight,</L>
<L>With &s;tately fea&s;ting day and night,</L>
<L>in Court and City thus he won renown.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus wa&s;ting lands and living,</L>
<L>By this lawle&s;s giving,</L>
<L>at length he &s;old the pavements of the yard,</L>
<L>which cover'd were with blocks of tin,</L>
<L>Old <HI>Curtis</HI> left the &s;ame to him,</L>
<L>which he con&s;umed lately as you have heard.</L>
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Whereat his wife &s;ore grieved,</L>
<L>De&s;iring to be relieved.</L>
<L>'Make much of me dear husband, &s;he did &s;ay.</L>
<L>'i'll make much more of thee (&s;aid he)</L>
<L>'Than any one &s;hall verily,</L>
<L>'i'll &s;ell thy cloaths, and &s;o i'll go my way.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Truly thus hard hearted</L>
<L>Away from her he parted,</L>
<L>and travell'd into <HI>Italy</HI> with &s;peed;</L>
<L>There he flouri&s;ht many a day,</L>
<L>In his &s;ilks and rich array,</L>
<L>and did the plea&s;ures of a Lady feed,</L>
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<LG>
<L>It was the Lady's plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>To give him goods and trea&s;ure,</L>
<L>for to maintain him in great pomp and fame;</L>
<L>At la&s;t came news a&s;&s;uredly,</L>
<L>Of a fought battel in <HI>Barbary,</HI></L>
<L>and he would valiantly go &s;ee the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Many a Noble Gallant.</L>
<L>Sold both land and talent</L>
<L>to fallow <HI>Stukely</HI> in his famous fight;</L>
<L>Whereas three Kings in per&s;on would</L>
<L>Adventurou&s;ly with courage bold,</L>
<L>within this battel &s;hew them&s;elves in fight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Stukely,</HI> and his followers all</L>
<L>Of the King of <HI>Portugal,</HI></L>
<L>had entertainment like to Gentlemen;</L>
<L>The King affected <HI>Stukely</HI> &s;o,</L>
<L>That he his Sacrets all did know,</L>
<L>and boar his royal &s;tandard now and then.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Upon this day of honour,</L>
<L>Each man did &s;hew his banner,</L>
<L><HI>Morocco,</HI> and the King of <HI>Barbary:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Portugal,</HI> and all his train,</L>
<L>Bravely glittering on the plain,</L>
<L>and gave the on<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ct there mo&s;t valiantly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Cannons they rebounded,</L>
<L>Thundring Guns relounded,</L>
<L>Kill, kill, then was all the Souldiers cry;</L>
<L>Mangled men lay on the ground,</L>
<L>And with blood the earth was drown'd,</L>
<L>the Sun likewi&s;e was darkned in the Sky.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Heaven was &s;o di&s;plea&s;ed,</L>
<L>And would not be appea&s;ed,</L>
<L>but tokens of God's wrath did &s;how,</L>
<L>That he was angry at this war,</L>
<L>He &s;ent a fearful blazing-&s;tar,</L>
<L>whereby the Kings might their misfortunes know.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Bloody was the &s;laughter,</L>
<L>Or rather wilful murder,</L>
<L>where &s;ix &s;core thou&s;and fighting men were &s;lain:</L>
<L>Three Kings within this Battle dy'd,</L>
<L>with forty Dukes and Earls be&s;ide,</L>
<L>the like will never more be fought again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With woful arms infolding,</L>
<L><HI>Stukely</HI> &s;tood beholding</L>
<L>this bloody &s;acrifice of Souls that day:</L>
<L>He &s;inging &s;aid, 'I woful wight,</L>
<L>'Again&s;t my Con&s;cience here do fight,</L>
<L>'and brought my followers unto decay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Being thus mole&s;ted</L>
<L>And with grief oppre&s;&s;ed,</L>
<L>tho&s;e brrave <HI>Italians</HI> that did &s;ell their lands,</L>
<L>With <HI>Stukely</HI> for to Travel forth,</L>
<L>And venture life for little worth,</L>
<L>upon him all did lay their murdering hands.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Unto death thus wounded</L>
<L>His heart with &s;orrow &s;wounded:</L>
<L>and to them thus he made his heavy moan,</L>
<L>Thus have I left my Country dear,</L>
<L>To be &s;o vilely murthered here.</L>
<L>e'en in this place whereas I am not known.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>My Wife I have much wronged</L>
<L>Of what to her belonged,</L>
<L>I vainly &s;pent in idle cour&s;e of life;</L>
<L>Whaat I have had is pa&s;t I &s;ee,</L>
<L>And bringeth nought but grief to me,</L>
<L>therefore grant me pardon gentle Wife.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Life I &s;ee con&s;umeth,</L>
<L>And death I &s;ee pre&s;umeth,</L>
<L>to change this life of mine into a new:</L>
<L>Yet this my greate&s;t comfort brings,</L>
<L>I liv'd and dy'd in love of Kings:</L>
<L>and &s;o brave <HI>Stukely</HI> bids the world adiu.</L>
</LG>
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<L><HI>Stukely</HI>'s life thus ended,</L>
<L>Was after death befriended,</L>
<L>and like a Souldier buried gallantly:</L>
<L>Where now there &s;tands upon the Grave,</L>
<L>A &s;tately Temple builded brave,</L>
<L>with Golden Turrets pier&s;iing to the Sky.</L>
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