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<HEAD>The mo&s;t Rare and Excellent Hi&s;tory, Of the Dutche&s;s of Suffolks Callamity.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Queen Dido.</HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>WHen God had taken for our &s;in,</L>
<L>y^t prudent Prince K. <HI>Edward</HI> away,</L>
<L>Then bloody <HI>Bonner</HI> did begin</L>
<L>his raging malice to be wray:</L>
<L>All tho&s;e that did Gods Word profe&s;s,</L>
<L>He per&s;ecuted more or le&s;s.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus whil&s;t the Lord on us did lowre,</L>
<L>many in Pri&s;on he did throw,</L>
<L>Tormenting them in <HI>Lollards</HI> Tower,</L>
<L>whereby they might the truth forego:</L>
<L>Then <HI>Cranmer, Ridley,</HI> and the re&s;t,</L>
<L>were burning in the fire, that Chri&s;t profe&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Smithfield</HI> was then with Fagots fill<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">d,</L>
<L>and many places more be&s;ides,</L>
<L>At <HI>Coventry</HI> was <HI>Sanders</HI> kill'd,</L>
<L><HI>at Woo&s;ter</HI> eke, good <HI>Hopper</HI> dy'd;</L>
<L>And to e&s;cape this bloody day,</L>
<L>Beyond-&s;ea many fled away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Among&s;t the re&s;t that &s;ought relea&s;e,</L>
<L>and for their faith in danger &s;tood,</L>
<L>Lady <HI>Elizabeth</HI> was chief,</L>
<L>King <HI>Henries</HI> Daughter of Royal blood;</L>
<L>Which in the Tower did Pri&s;oner lye,</L>
<L>Looking each day when &s;he &s;hould dye.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Dutche&s;s of <HI>Suffolk</HI> &s;&eacute;eing this,</L>
<L>who&s;e life like wi&s;e the Tyrant &s;ought:</L>
<L>Who in the hopes of heavenly bli&s;s,</L>
<L>within Gods Word her comfort wrought:</L>
<L>For fear of death was faint to fly,</L>
<L>And leave her hou&s;e mo&s;t &s;ecretly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That for the love of God alone,</L>
<L>her Land and Goods &s;he left behind,</L>
<L>S&eacute;eking &s;till for that precious &s;tone,</L>
<L>the word and truth &s;o rare to find:</L>
<L>She with her Nur&s;e, Husband, and Child,</L>
<L>In poor array their &s;ighs beguil'd.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Thus through <HI>London</HI> they pa&s;&s;ed along</L>
<L>each one did take a &s;everal &s;tr&eacute;et,</L>
<L>Thus all along e&s;caping wrong,</L>
<L>at <HI>Billin&s;gate</HI> they all did m&eacute;et,</L>
<L>Like people poor in <HI>Grave&s;end-barge,</HI></L>
<L>They &s;imply went with all their charge.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And all along from <HI>Grave&s;end-town,</HI></L>
<L>with journeys &s;hort on foot they went,</L>
<L>Vnto the Sea-coa&s;t came they down,</L>
<L>to pa&s;s the Seas was their intent:</L>
<L>And God provided &s;o that day,</L>
<L>That they took &s;hip and &s;ayld away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And with a pro&s;perous gale of wind,</L>
<L>in <HI>Flanders</HI> they did &s;afe arrive,</L>
<L>This was to their great ea&s;e of mind,</L>
<L>and from their heavy hearts much wo did drive,</L>
<L>And &s;o with thanks to God on high,</L>
<L>They took their way to <HI>Germany.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus as they travel'd &s;till di&s;guis'd,</L>
<L>upon the High-way &s;uddenly,</L>
<L>By cruel Thieves they were &s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>a&s;&s;ayling their &s;mall company:</L>
<L>And all their trea&s;ures and their &s;tore,</L>
<L>They took away and beat them &s;ore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Nur&s;e in mid&s;t of their fight,</L>
<L>laid down the Child upon the ground,</L>
<L>She ran away out of their &s;ight,</L>
<L>and never after that was found:</L>
<L>Then did the Dutches make great moan,</L>
<L>With her good Husband all alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Thieves had there their hor&s;es kill'd,</L>
<L>and all their money quite had took,</L>
<L>The pretty baby almo&s;t &s;poil'd,</L>
<L>was by the Nur&s;e like wi&s;e for&s;ook:</L>
<L>And they far from their friends did &s;tand</L>
<L>And &s;uccourle&s;s in a &s;trange Land.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Sky likewi&s;e began to &s;cowl,</L>
<L>it Haild and Raind in pitious &s;ort,</L>
<L>The way was long and wondrous foul,</L>
<L>then may I now full well report,</L>
<L>Their grief and &s;orrow was not &s;mall,</L>
<L>When this unhappy chance did fall.</L>
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<LG>
<L>SOmetimes the Dutches bore the Child,</L>
<L>as wet as ever &s;he could be,</L>
<L>And when the Lady kind and mild</L>
<L>was weary, then the Child bore he:</L>
<L>And thus they one another eas'd,</L>
<L>And with their fortunes well was pleas'd.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And after many a weary &s;tep,</L>
<L>all wet-&s;hod both in dirt and mire,</L>
<L>After much grief their hearts yet leaps,</L>
<L>for labour doth &s;ome re&s;t require:</L>
<L>A town before them they did &s;&eacute;e,</L>
<L>But Lodged there they could not be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From hou&s;e to hou&s;e then they did go,</L>
<L>&s;&eacute;eking that night where they might lye,</L>
<L>But want of money was their wo,</L>
<L>and &s;till their babe with cold did cry;</L>
<L>With cap and kn&eacute;e they courte&s;ie make</L>
<L>But none of them would pity take.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Lo here a Prince of great blood,</L>
<L>doth pray a pea&s;ant for releif,</L>
<L>With tears bedewed as &s;he &s;tood,</L>
<L>yet few or none regard her grief:</L>
<L>Her &s;p&eacute;ech they could not under&s;tand,</L>
<L>But gave her money in her hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When all in vain her &s;p&eacute;eches &s;pent,</L>
<L>and that they could not hou&s;e-room get,</L>
<L>Into a Church-porch then they went,</L>
<L>to &s;tand out of the rain and wet:</L>
<L>Then &s;aid the Dutches to her Dear,</L>
<L>O that we had &s;ome fire here.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then did her Husband &s;o provide;</L>
<L>that fire and coals he got with &s;p&eacute;ed:</L>
<L>She &s;at down by the fire &s;ide</L>
<L>to dre&s;s her Daughter that had n&eacute;ed:</L>
<L>And whil&s;t &s;he dre&s;t it in her lap,</L>
<L>Her Husband made the Infant pap.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Anon the Sex&s;ton thither came,</L>
<L>and finding them there by the fire,</L>
<L>The drunken Knave, all void of &s;hame,</L>
<L>to drive them out was his de&s;ire:</L>
<L>And &s;purn'd forth the Noble Dame,</L>
<L>Her husbands wrath &s;he did inflame.</L>
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<LG>
<L>And all in fury as he &s;tood,</L>
<L>he wrung the Church-keys out of his hand</L>
<L>And &s;truck him &s;o that all the blood,</L>
<L>his head ran down as he did &s;tand:</L>
<L>Wherefore the Sex&s;ton pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>For help and aid aloud did cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then came the Officers in ha&s;t,</L>
<L>and took the Dutches and her Child,</L>
<L>And with her husband thus they pa&s;t,</L>
<L>like Lambs be&s;et with Tygers wild;</L>
<L>And to the Governor were brought,</L>
<L>Who under&s;tood them not in ought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then Ma&s;ter <HI>Bertue</HI> brave and bold,</L>
<L>in Latine made a gallant &s;p&eacute;ech,</L>
<L>Which all their mi&s;ery did unfold,</L>
<L>and their high favour did be&s;eech?</L>
<L>With that a Doctor &s;itting by,</L>
<L>Did know the Dutches pre&s;ently.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And thereupon ari&s;ing &s;treight,</L>
<L>with words aba&s;hed at this &s;ight,</L>
<L>Vnto them all that there did wait,</L>
<L>he thus brake forth in words aright:</L>
<L>Behold within your &s;ight, quoth he,</L>
<L>A Prince of mo&s;t high degree.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With that the Governour and all the re&s;t,</L>
<L>were all amazed the &s;ame to hear,</L>
<L>Who welcomed this new come gue&s;t,</L>
<L>with reverence great and Princely chear,</L>
<L>And afterwards convey'd they were,</L>
<L>Vnto their Friend, Prince <HI>Ca&s;&s;imere.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A Son &s;he had in <HI>Germany,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Pergrine Bartue</HI> call'd by name,</L>
<L>Surnam'd the good Lord <HI>Willoughby,</HI></L>
<L>of courage great and worthy fame:</L>
<L>Her daughter young with her went,</L>
<L>Was afterwards Counte&s;s of <HI>Kent.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>For when Queen <HI>Mary</HI> was decea&s;t</L>
<L>the Dutches home return'd again</L>
<L>Who was of &s;orrow quite relea&s;t,</L>
<L>by Queen <HI>Llizabeths</HI> happy Raign:</L>
<L>Who&s;e godly life and piety,</L>
<L>We may prai&s;e continually.</L>
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<P><HI>London, <HI>Printed for</HI> F. Coles, T. Vere, <HI>and</HI> J. Wright.</HI></P>
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