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The doleful lamentation of the Lord Matreuers, and Sir Thomas Gurney, being banished the realme.
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The doleful lamentation of the Lord Matreuers, and Sir Thomas Gurney, being banished the realme.
Cant. 8.
Alas
that euer that day we did see,
that false smiling Fortune so fickle should be
Our miseries are many, our woes without end:
to purchase vs fauour, we both did offend.
Our deeds haue deserued both sorrow and shame,
but woe worth the persons procured the same.
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
that false smiling Fortune so fickle should be
Our miseries are many, our woes without end:
to purchase vs fauour, we both did offend.
Our deeds haue deserued both sorrow and shame,
but woe worth the persons procured the same.
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
The Bishop of Hereford, ill may he fare,
he wrought vs a Letter for subtiltie rare:
To kill princely Edward feare not, it is good:
thus much by his Letter we then vnderstood.
But curst be the time that we tooke it in hand,
to follow such counsell and wicked commaund.
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
he wrought vs a Letter for subtiltie rare:
To kill princely Edward feare not, it is good:
thus much by his Letter we then vnderstood.
But curst be the time that we tooke it in hand,
to follow such counsell and wicked commaund.
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
Forgiue vs sweete Sauiour, that damnable deed,
which causeth with sorrow our harts for to bleed
And taking compassion vpon our distresse,
put far from thy presence our great wickednesse
With teares all bedeawd, for mercie we crie,
and do not the penitent mercy denie.
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may say,
that euer we made King Edward away.
which causeth with sorrow our harts for to bleed
And taking compassion vpon our distresse,
put far from thy presence our great wickednesse
With teares all bedeawd, for mercie we crie,
and do not the penitent mercy denie.
Alacke, and alacke, with griefe we may say,
that euer we made King Edward away.
For this, haue we lost our goods and our lands,
our Castles and Towers, so stately that stands:
Our Ladyes and Babyes are turnd out of doore,
like comfortlesse catiues, hath naked and poore:
Both friendlesse & fatherlesse, do they complaine,
for gone are their comforts, that should thē maintaine
Alacke, & alacke, & alas may we crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
our Castles and Towers, so stately that stands:
Our Ladyes and Babyes are turnd out of doore,
like comfortlesse catiues, hath naked and poore:
Both friendlesse & fatherlesse, do they complaine,
for gone are their comforts, that should thē maintaine
Alacke, & alacke, & alas may we crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
And while they goe wringing their hands vp and downe
in seeking for succour from towne vnto towne:
All wrapped in wretchednesse do we remaine,
tormented, perplexed, in dolour and paine,
Despised, disdayned, and banished quite
the coastes of our country, so sweet to our sight.
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
in seeking for succour from towne vnto towne:
All wrapped in wretchednesse do we remaine,
tormented, perplexed, in dolour and paine,
Despised, disdayned, and banished quite
the coastes of our country, so sweet to our sight.
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
then farewell faire England, wherin we were borne
our friends & our kindred which hold vs in scorne
Our honours and dignities quite haue we lost,
both profit and pleasure, our fortune hath crost:
Our Parkes & our Chases, our Mansions so faire
our Iems & our Iewels most precious and rare
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
our friends & our kindred which hold vs in scorne
Our honours and dignities quite haue we lost,
both profit and pleasure, our fortune hath crost:
Our Parkes & our Chases, our Mansions so faire
our Iems & our Iewels most precious and rare
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
Then farewell deare Ladyes & most louing wiues
might we mend your miseries wt losse of our liues
Then our silly Children, which begs on your hand
in griefe and calamity long should not stand:
Nor yet in their Countrey despised should bee,
that lately was honoured of euery degree:
Alacke, and alacke, and alasse we may crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
might we mend your miseries wt losse of our liues
Then our silly Children, which begs on your hand
in griefe and calamity long should not stand:
Nor yet in their Countrey despised should bee,
that lately was honoured of euery degree:
Alacke, and alacke, and alasse we may crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
In Countries vnknowne we range too and fro,
cloying mens eares with report of our woe:
Our food is wild berries, greene bancks is our bed
the Trees serue for Houses to couer our head,
Browne bread to our taste is most daintie & sweete
our Drinke is cold water, tooke vp at our feete:
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
cloying mens eares with report of our woe:
Our food is wild berries, greene bancks is our bed
the Trees serue for Houses to couer our head,
Browne bread to our taste is most daintie & sweete
our Drinke is cold water, tooke vp at our feete:
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
Thus hauing long wandred in hunger and cold,
despising liues safetie most desperate bold:
Sir T. Gurney toward England doth goe,
for loue of his Lady distressed with woe,
Saying, how happy and blessed were I,
to see my sweete Children and Wife, ere I die:
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
despising liues safetie most desperate bold:
Sir T. Gurney toward England doth goe,
for loue of his Lady distressed with woe,
Saying, how happy and blessed were I,
to see my sweete Children and Wife, ere I die:
Alacke, and alacke, and alas may we cry,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
But three yeares after his wofull exile,
behold how false fortune his thoughts doth beguile
Comming toward England, was tooke by ye way,
& least yt he should the chiefe murderers bewray,
Commaundement was sent by one called Lea,
he should be beheaded foorthwith on the sea.
Alacke, and alacke, and alasse did he crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
behold how false fortune his thoughts doth beguile
Comming toward England, was tooke by ye way,
& least yt he should the chiefe murderers bewray,
Commaundement was sent by one called Lea,
he should be beheaded foorthwith on the sea.
Alacke, and alacke, and alasse did he crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
Thus was Sir Thomas dispatched of life,
in comming to visit his sorrowfull Wife:
Who was cut off from his wished desire,
which he in his heart so much did require:
And neuer his Lady againe did he see,
nor his poore Children in their miserie.
Alacke, and alacke, and alasse did he crie,
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
in comming to visit his sorrowfull Wife:
Who was cut off from his wished desire,
which he in his heart so much did require:
And neuer his Lady againe did he see,
nor his poore Children in their miserie.
that euer we forced King Edward to die.
The Lord Matreuers (the Story doth tell)
in Germanie after, long time he did dwell
In secret manner, for feare to be seene
by any persons that fauoured the Queene:
And there at last in great miserie,
he ended his life most penitentlie.
Alacke, and alacke, and alas did he say,
that euer we made King Edward away,
in Germanie after, long time he did dwell
In secret manner, for feare to be seene
by any persons that fauoured the Queene:
And there at last in great miserie,
he ended his life most penitentlie.
Alacke, and alacke, and alas did he say,
that euer we made King Edward away,
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