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<HEAD>A Lamentable ballad on the Earl of <HI>E&s;&s;ex's</HI> Death.</HEAD>
<OPENER>Tune is, E&s;&s;ex la&s;t Goodnight.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>ALL you that cry O hone, O hone,</L>
<L>come now and &s;ing O hone with me,</L>
<L>For why our Iewel is from us gone,</L>
<L>the valiant <HI>Knight</HI> of Chivalry:</L>
<L>Of rich and poor belov'd was he,</L>
<L>in time an honourable knight,</L>
<L>When by our Laws condemn'd to die,</L>
<L><HI>He lately took his last Goodnight.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Count him not like to Champion,</L>
<L>tho&s;e traiterous men of <HI>Babington,</HI></L>
<L>Nor like the Earl of <HI>We&s;tmoorland,</HI></L>
<L>by whom a number were undone:</L>
<L>He never yet hurt Mothers Son,</L>
<L>his quarrel &s;till maintains the right,</L>
<L>Which the tears my face down run,</L>
<L><HI>when I think on his la&s;t good night.</HI></L>
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<L>The <HI>Portugals</HI> can witne&s;s he,</L>
<L>his Dagger at <HI>Lisbon</HI> gate he &s;lung,</L>
<L>And like a <HI>Knight</HI> of Chivalry,</L>
<L>his Chain upon the Gate he hung;</L>
<L>I would to God that he would come,</L>
<L>to fetch them back in order right,</L>
<L>Which thing was by his honour done,</L>
<L><HI>yet lately took their la&s;t good night.</HI></L>
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<L>The <HI>French-men</HI> they can te&s;tifie,</L>
<L>the town of <HI>Gourney</HI> he took in,</L>
<L>And marcht to <HI>Rome</HI> immediately,</L>
<L>not earing for his foes a pin:</L>
<L>With Bullets then he pierc'd his skin,</L>
<L>and made them fly from his &s;ight:</L>
<L>He there that time did credit win,</L>
<L><HI>and now hath tane his la&s;t good night.</HI></L>
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<L>And &s;tately <HI>Cales</HI> can witne&s;s be,</L>
<L>even by his Proclamation right,</L>
<L>And did command them all &s;traightly,</L>
<L>to have a care of Infants lives,</L>
<L>And that none &s;hould hurt man or wife,</L>
<L>which was again&s;t their right;</L>
<L>Therefore they pray'd for his long life,</L>
<L><HI>which lately took his la&s;t good night.</HI></L>
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<L>Would God be ne'er had <HI>Ireland</HI> <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word">,</L>
<L>nor &s;et one foot on <HI>Flanders</HI> ground,</L>
<L>Then might we will injoy'd our own,</L>
<L>where now our jewel will not be found,</L>
<L>which makes our foes &s;till abound;</L>
<L>trickling with <GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"> tears in our &s;ight,</L>
<L>To hear his name in our ears to found,</L>
<L><HI>Lord</HI> Deverux <HI>took his la&s;t good night</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>A&s;h-wedne&s;day,</HI> that di&s;mal day,</L>
<L>When he came forth his Chamber door,</L>
<L>Upon a Scaffold there he &s;aw,</L>
<L>his Head&s;man &s;tanding him before:</L>
<L>His Nobles all they did deplore,</L>
<L>&s;hedding &s;alt tears in his &s;ight,</L>
<L>He &s;aid farewel to rich and poor,</L>
<L><HI>at his good morrow and good night.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>My Lords, &s;aid he, you &s;tand but by</L>
<L>to see performance of the law,</L>
<L>It is I that have de&s;erv'd to die,</L>
<L>and yield my &s;elf unto the blow;</L>
<L>I have de&s;erv'd to die I know,</L>
<L>but ne'er again&s;t my Countries right,</L>
<L>Nor to my Queen was ever foe,</L>
<L><HI>upon my death at my good night.</HI></L>
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<L>Farewel, <HI>Elizabeth,</HI> my gracious Queen,</L>
<L>God ble&s;s thee with thy Council all;</L>
<L>Farewel my Knights of Chivalry,</L>
<L>farewel my Souldiers &s;tout and tall,</L>
<L>Farewel the Commons great and &s;mall,</L>
<L>into the hands of men I light,</L>
<L>My life &s;hall make amends for all,</L>
<L><HI>for</HI> E&s;&s;ex bid the world good night.</L>
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<L>Farewel dear wife, and children three,</L>
<L>farewel my kind and tender &s;on;</L>
<L>Comfort your &s;elves, mourn not for me,</L>
<L>although your fall be now begune,</L>
<L>My time is come, my gla&s;s is run,</L>
<L>comfort your &s;elf in former light,</L>
<L>Seeing by my fall you are undone,</L>
<L><HI>your Father bids the world good night.</HI></L>
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<L><HI>Derick,</HI> thou know'&s;t at <HI>Cales</HI> I &s;av'd</L>
<L>thy life, left for a Rape there done,</L>
<L>As thou thy &s;elf can&s;t testifie,</L>
<L>thine own hand three and twenty hung,</L>
<L>But now thou &s;ee&s;t my &s;elf is come,</L>
<L>by chance into thy hands I light,</L>
<L>Strike out thy blow, that I may know,</L>
<L><HI>thou</HI> E&s;&s;ex <HI>lov'd at his good night.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>When <HI>England</HI> counted me a Papi&s;t,</L>
<L>the works of papi&s;ts I defie,</L>
<L>I ne're wor&s;hipt Saint nor Angel in Heaven,</L>
<L>nor the Virgin <HI>Mary,</HI> I;</L>
<L>But to Chri&s;t, which for my &s;ins did die,</L>
<L>trickling with &s;alt tears in his &s;ight,</L>
<L>Spreading my arms to God on high,</L>
<L><HI>Lord Je&s;us receive my &s;oul this night.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed by and for <HI>A. M.</HI> and &s;old by the book&s;ellers of <HI>London.</HI></P>
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