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Strange Histories, or, Songes and Sonets, of Kings, Princes, Dukes, Lordes, Ladyes, Knights, and Gentlemen

Very pleasant either to be read or songe: and a most excellent warning for all estates [by Thomas Deloney]

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How King Henry the second crowning his Son King of England, in his owne life time, was by him most grieuously vexed with Warres: whereby he went about to take his Fathers Crowne quite from him. And how at his death he repented him thereof, and asked his Father hartely forgiuenesse.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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How King Henry the second crowning his Son King of England, in his owne life time, was by him most grieuously vexed with Warres: whereby he went about to take his Fathers Crowne quite from him. And how at his death he repented him thereof, and asked his Father hartely forgiuenesse.

Cant. 3.

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To the tune of Wigmores Galliard.

You Parentes whose affection fond,
vnto your Children doth appeare:
Marke well the Storie now in hand,
wherein you shall great matters heare,
And learne by this which shall be told,
to hold your Children still in awe,
Least otherwise they prooue too bold,
and set not by your state a straw.


King Henrie second of that name,
for very loue that he did beare:
Unto his Sonne, whose courteous fame,
did through the land his credite reare,
Did call the Prince vpon a day
vnto the court in royall sort:
Attyred in most rich array,
and there he made Princely sport.
And afterward he tooke in hand,
for feare he should deceiued be:
To crowne him King of faire England,
while life possest his Maiestie.
What time the King in humble sort,
like to a subiect waighted then:
Upon his Sonne, and by report
swore vnto him his Noble-men.
And by this meanes in England now
two Kings at once together liue:
But Lordly rule will not allow
in partnership their dayes to driue.
The Sonne therefore ambitiously,
doth seeke to pull his Father downe,
By bloody warre and subtiltie,
to take from him his Princely crowne.


Sith I am King, thus did he say,
why should I not both rule and raigne?
My heart disdaines for to obey,
yea all or nothing, will I gaine.
Hereon he raiseth Armies great,
and drawes a number to his part:
His Fathers force downe right to beat,
and by his speare to pierce his heart.
In seauen set Battles doth he fight
against his louing Father deare:
To ouerthrow him in despight,
to win himselfe a Kingdome cleare,
But naught at all could he preuaile,
his Armie alwaies had the worst:
Such griefe did then his heart assaile,
he thought himselfe of God accurst.
And therefore falling wonderous sicke,
he humbly to his Father sent:
The worme of Conscience did him pricke
and his vile deedes he did lament,
Requiring that his noble Grace,
would now forgiue all that was past:
And come to him in heauie case,
being at point to breath his last.


When this word came unto our King,
the newes did make him wondrous woe
And vnto him he sent his Ring,
where he in person would not goe.
Commend mee to my Sonne he sayd,
so sicke in bed as he doth lie,
And tell him, I am well appayde,
to heare he doth for mercie crie.
The Lord forgiue his foule offence,
and I forgiue them all quoth hee:
His euill with good Ile recompence,
beare him this message now from mee.
When that the Prince did see this Ring,
he kissed it in ioyfull wise,
And for his faultes his hands did wring,
while bitter teares gusht from his eyes.
Then to his Lords that stood him nie,
with feeble voyce then did he call,
Desiring them immediatly
to strip him from his garments all.
Take off from me these Robes so rich,
and lap me in a cloth of haire:
Quoth he my greeuous sinnes are such,
Hell fiers flame I greatly feare.


A Hemton Halter then he tooke,
about his necke he put the same:
And with a greeuous pittious looke.
this speech vnto them did he frame.
You reuerend Bishops more and lesse,
pray for my soule to God on hie:
For like a theefe I do confesse,
I haue deserued for to die,
And therefore by this Halter heere,
I yeeld my selfe vnto you all:
A wretch vnworthy to appeare
before my God celestiall:
Therefore within your Hempton bed,
all strewd with Ashes as it is:
Let me be layde when I am dead.
and draw me therevnto by this.
Yea by this Halter strong and tough,
dragge foorth my carcasse to the same:
Yet is that couch not bad inough
for my vile body wrapt in shame:
And when you see me lie along,
be powdered in Ashes there:
Say there is he that did such wrong,
vnto his Father euery where.


And with that word he breath'd his last
wherefore according to his minde,
They drew him by the necke full fast,
vnto the place to him assignd:
And afterward in solemne sort,
at Roan in Fraunce buried was hee,
Where many Princes did resort,
to his most royall Obsequie,
FINIS.