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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The mo&s;t rare and excellent Hi&s;tory Of the Dutche&s;&s;e of Suffolkes calamity.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the tune of Queene <HI>Dido.</HI></OPENER>
<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<P><FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>WHen God had taken for our &s;inne,</L>
<L>that prudent Prince K. <HI>Edward</HI> away,</L>
<L>Then bloody <HI>Bonner</HI> did begin</L>
<L>his raging malice to bewray,</L>
<L>All tho&s;e that did Gods Word profe&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>He per&s;ecuted more or le&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus whil&s;t the Lord on vs did lowre,</L>
<L>many in pri&s;on he did throw,</L>
<L>Tormenting them in Lollards tower,</L>
<L>whereby they might the truth forgoe,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Cranmer, Ridley</HI> and the re&s;t,</L>
<L>Were burn'd in fire that Chri&s;t profe&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Smithfield was then with fagots fill'd,</L>
<L>and many places more be&s;ides;</L>
<L>At Couentry was <HI>Saunders</HI> kill'd;</L>
<L>at Wor&s;ter eke good <HI>Hooper</HI> dy'd,</L>
<L>And to e&s;cape this bloody day,</L>
<L>Beyond Seas 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 chiefe</L>
<L>King <HI>Henries</HI> daughter of royall blood,</L>
<L>Which in the Tower did pri&s;oner lye,</L>
<L>Looking each day when &s;h&eacute;e &s;hould dye,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Dutche&s;&s;e of Suffolke &s;&eacute;eing this,</L>
<L>who&s;e life likewi&s;e the tyrant &s;ought,</L>
<L>Who in the hope of heauenly bli&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>within Gods Word her co~fort wrought,</L>
<L>For feare of death was faine to flye,</L>
<L>And leaue her hou&s;e mo&s;t &s;ecretly.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>That for the loue 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 of truth &s;o rare to find,</L>
<L>She with her nur&s;e, husband, and child,</L>
<L>In poore aray their &s;ights beguild,</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus through <HI>London</HI> they pa&s;t along,</L>
<L>each one did take a &s;euerall &s;tr&eacute;et:</L>
<L>Thus all along e&s;caping wrong,</L>
<L>at Billing&s;gate they all did m&eacute;ete:</L>
<L>Like people poore in Graue&s;end Barge,</L>
<L>They &s;imply went with all their charge.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And all along from Graue&s;end towne,</L>
<L>with iournies &s;hort on foot they went</L>
<L>Vnto the Sea-coa&s;t they come downe,</L>
<L>to pa&s;&s;e the Seas was their intent,</L>
<L>And God prouided &s;o that day,</L>
<L>That they tooke &s;hip and &s;ail'd away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And with a pro&s;perous gale of wind,</L>
<L>in <HI>Flanders</HI> &s;afe they did ariue,</L>
<L>This was to their great ea&s;e of minde,</L>
<L>and from their heart much wo did driue</L>
<L>And &s;o with thankes to God on hie,</L>
<L>They tooke their way to <HI>Germany.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus as they trauell'd &s;till di&s;guis'd</L>
<L>vpon the high way &s;uddenly,</L>
<L>By cruell th&eacute;eues they were &s;urpriz'd,</L>
<L>a&s;&s;ailing their &s;mall company.</L>
<L>And all their trea&s;ure and their &s;tore</L>
<L>They tooke away and beat them &s;ore.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Nur&s;e in midde&s;t of their fight,</L>
<L>laid downe the child vpon the ground,</L>
<L>She ran away out of their &s;ight,</L>
<L>and neuer after that was found.</L>
<L>Then did the Dutches make great mone,</L>
<L>With her good husband all alone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The th&eacute;eues had there their hor&s;es kill'd,</L>
<L>and all their money quite had tooke,</L>
<L>The pretty Baby almo&s;t &s;poild,</L>
<L>was by the nur&s;e likewi&s;e for&s;ooke:</L>
<L>And they far from their friends did &s;tand,</L>
<L>And &s;uccourle&s;&s;e in a &s;trange land.</L>
</LG>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the &s;ame tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THe Skie likewi&s;e began to &s;cowle,</L>
<L>it hail'd and rain'd in pittious &s;ort,</L>
<L>The way was long and wondrous foule:</L>
<L>then may I now full well report;</L>
<L>Their griefe and &s;orrow was not &s;mall,</L>
<L>When this vnhappy chance did fall.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Sometimes the Dutches bore the child,</L>
<L>all wet as euer &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 were well plea&s;d</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And after many weary &s;teps</L>
<L>all wet-&s;hod both in durt and mire,</L>
<L>after much griefe their hearts yet leaps,</L>
<L>for labour doth &s;ome re&s;t require.</L>
<L>A towne before them they did &s;ee,</L>
<L>But lodg'd therein he could not bee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>From hou&s;e to hou&s;e then they did goe,</L>
<L>&s;&eacute;eking that night where they might lie,</L>
<L>But want of money was their woe,</L>
<L>and &s;till their babe with cold did crie:</L>
<L>With cap and kn&eacute;e they curte&s;ie make,</L>
<L>But none on them would pitty take.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Loe here a Prince&s;&s;e of great blood,</L>
<L>doth pray a pea&s;ant for reliefe,</L>
<L>With teares bedewed as &s;he &s;tood,</L>
<L>yet few or none regards her griefe.</L>
<L>Her &s;p&eacute;ech they could not vnder&s;tand,</L>
<L>But gaue her money in her hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When al in vaine their paines were &s;pe~t,</L>
<L>and that they could no hou&s;e roome get,</L>
<L>Into a Church porch then they went,</L>
<L>to &s;tand out of the raine and wet:</L>
<L>Then &s;aid the Dutche&s;&s;e to her d&eacute;ere,</L>
<L>O that we had &s;ome fire here.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then did her husband &s;o prouide,</L>
<L>that fire and coales he got with &s;p&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>She &s;ate downe by the fire &s;ide,</L>
<L>to dre&s;&s;e her daughter that had n&eacute;ed:</L>
<L>And while &s;he dre&s;t it in her lap,</L>
<L>Her husband made the infant pap.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Anon the Sexton thither came,</L>
<L>and finding them there by the fire,</L>
<L>The drunken knaue, all voyd of &s;hame,</L>
<L>to driue them out was his de&s;ire,</L>
<L>And &s;purning forth the Noble Dame,</L>
<L>Her Husbands wrath it did inflame.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And all in fury as he &s;tood,</L>
<L>he wrung the Church keyes out his hand;</L>
<L>And &s;trucke him &s;o that all of blood</L>
<L>his head ran downe where he did &s;tand</L>
<L>Wherefore the Sexton pre&s;ently,</L>
<L>For helpe and aid aloud did cry.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then came the officers in ha&s;te,</L>
<L>and tooke the Dutches and her child,</L>
<L>And with her husband thus they pa&s;t,</L>
<L>like Lambes be&s;et with Tygers wilds;</L>
<L>And to the Gouernour were brought,</L>
<L>Who vnder&s;tood them not in ought.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then ma&s;ter <HI>Bartu</HI> braue and bold,</L>
<L>in Latine made a gallant &s;p&eacute;ech,</L>
<L>Which all their mi&s;ery did vnfold,</L>
<L>and their high fauour did be&s;&eacute;ech,</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;traight,</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&s;&s;e of mo&s;t high degr&eacute;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>With that the Gouernour and the re&s;t</L>
<L>were all amazed the &s;ame to heare,</L>
<L>Who welcomed this new come gue&s;t,</L>
<L>with reuerence great, &amp; princely ch&eacute;ere.</L>
<L>And afterward couey'd they were</L>
<L>Vnto their friend Prince <HI>Ca&s;&s;imer.</HI></L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A &s;onne &s;he had in <HI>Germany,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Peregrine Bar<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">u</HI> call'd by name,</L>
<L>Surnam'd the good Lord <HI>Willoughby,</HI></L>
<L>of courage great and worthy &s;ame:</L>
<L>Her daughter yong which with her went</L>
<L>Was afterwards Counte&s;&s;e of Kent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For when Qu&eacute;ene <HI>Mary</HI> was derea&s;t</L>
<L>the Dutches home return'd againe,</L>
<L>Who was of &s;orrow quite relea&s;t,</L>
<L>by Qu&eacute;ene <HI>Elizabeths</HI> happy raigne,</L>
<L>Who&s;e godly life and piety,</L>
<L>W&eacute;e all may prai&s;e continually.</L>
</LG>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>London Printed for <HI>Edward Wright</HI> Dwelling as Chri&s;t Church gate.</P>
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