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And at their parting well they might
In heart be grieved sore ;
The king did see no more.
And into France was gone,
To Woodstock came anon.
And forth she calls this trusty knight,
Who kept this curious bower ;
Came from this famous flower.
this thread did get, And went where lady Rosamond
Was like an angel set.
But when the queen with stedfast eye
Beheld her heavenly face, She was amazed in her mind
At her exceeding grace : · Cast off from thee these robes, (she said,)
• That rich and costly be ; * And drink thou up this deadly draught,
Which I have brought to thee.'
Then presently upon her knees
Sweet Rosamond did fall ;
For her offences all :
* Take pity on my youthful years,
"Fair Rosamond did cry ; And let me not with poison strong • Enforced be to die.
I will renounce my sinful life,
* And in some cloister bide ; « Or else be banish’d, if you please,
'To range the world so wide. * And for the fault which I have done,
'Though I was forc'd thereto, Preserve my life, and punish me * As you think good to do.'
And, with these words, her lily hands
She wrung full often there ; And down along her lovely face
Proceeded many a tear.
Therewith appeased be;
As she sat on her knee,
She gave this comely dame to drink;
Who took it in her hand,
And on her feet did stand :
Her life she lost withall.
And when that death through every
limb Had show'd its greatest spite, Her chiefest foes did plain confess,
She was a glorious wight.
When life was fled away,
As may be seen this day.
THE LAMENTATION OF JANE SHORE.
IF Rosamond, that was so fair,
Then wanton wives in time amend,
In maiden years my beauty bright
My parents they, for thirst of gain,
To Mathew Shore I was a wife,
In Lombard-street I once did dwell,
I spread my plumes as wantons do, Some sweet and secret friend to woo, Because my love I did not find Agreeing to my wanton mind.
At last my name in court did ring,
Yet mistress Blague, a neighbour near,
By her persuasions I was led
In heart and mind I did rejoice,
From city then to court I went,
When I was thus advanc'd on high,
No friend I had but, in short time,
His bed, though wronged by a king,
He could not live to see his name
Long time I lived in the court,
But yet an honest mind I bore