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The inprisonment of Queene Elinor, wife to King Henrie the second, by whose meanes the Kings Sonnes so vnnaturally rebelled against their Father, And her lamentation, being xvi. yeares in Prison whom her Sonne Richard when he came to be King, released: and how at her diliuerance, she caused manie prisoners to be set at libertie.
Cant. [4.]
Thrice
woe is mee vnhappy Queene,
thus to offend my princely Lord:
My foule offence too plaine is seene,
and of good people most abhord:
I do confesse my fault it was,
these bloody Wares came thus to passe.
thus to offend my princely Lord:
My foule offence too plaine is seene,
and of good people most abhord:
these bloody Wares came thus to passe.
My iealous minde hath wrought my woe,
let all good Ladyes shun mistrust:
My Enuie wrought my ouerthrow,
and by my Malice most vniust:
My Sonnes did seeke their Fathers life,
by bloody warres, and cruell strife.
let all good Ladyes shun mistrust:
My Enuie wrought my ouerthrow,
and by my Malice most vniust:
My Sonnes did seeke their Fathers life,
by bloody warres, and cruell strife.
What more vnkindnesse could be showne,
to any Prince of high renowne:
Then by his Queene and loue alone,
to stand in danger of his Crowne:
For this offence most worthely,
in dolefull Prison do I lye.
to any Prince of high renowne:
Then by his Queene and loue alone,
to stand in danger of his Crowne:
For this offence most worthely,
in dolefull Prison do I lye.
But that which most torments my minde,
and makes my greeuous heart complaine,
Is for to thinke that most vnkind.
I brought my selfe in such disdaine,
That now the King cannot abide,
I should be lodged by his side.
and makes my greeuous heart complaine,
Is for to thinke that most vnkind.
I brought my selfe in such disdaine,
That now the King cannot abide,
I should be lodged by his side.
In dolefull Pryson I am cast,
debard of princely companie:
The Kings goodwill quite haue I lost,
and purchast nought but infamie:
And neuer must I see him more,
whose absence greeues my hart full sore,
debard of princely companie:
The Kings goodwill quite haue I lost,
And neuer must I see him more,
whose absence greeues my hart full sore,
Full sixteene Winters haue I beene
imprisoned in the Dungion deepe,
Whereby my ioyes are wasted cleene,
where my poore eyes haue learnd to weepe,
And neuer since I could attaine
his Kingly loue to mee againe.
imprisoned in the Dungion deepe,
Whereby my ioyes are wasted cleene,
where my poore eyes haue learnd to weepe,
And neuer since I could attaine
his Kingly loue to mee againe.
Too much (in deed I must confesse)
I did abuse his royall Grace,
And by my great maliciousnesse,
his wrong I wrought in euery place:
And thus his loue I turnd to hate,
which I repent, but all too late.
I did abuse his royall Grace,
And by my great maliciousnesse,
his wrong I wrought in euery place:
And thus his loue I turnd to hate,
which I repent, but all too late.
Sweet Rosamond that was so faire,
out of her curious Bower I brought,
A poysoned Cup I gaue her there,
whereby her death was quickly wrought,
The which I did with all despight,
because she was the Kings delight.
out of her curious Bower I brought,
A poysoned Cup I gaue her there,
whereby her death was quickly wrought,
The which I did with all despight,
because she was the Kings delight.
Thus often did the Queene lament,
as she in Prison long did lie,
Her former deedes she did repent:
with many a watrie weeping eye,
But at the last this newes was spread,
the King was on a sodaine dead.
as she in Prison long did lie,
with many a watrie weeping eye,
But at the last this newes was spread,
the King was on a sodaine dead.
But when she heard this tydings told,
most bitterly she mourned then:
Her wofull hart she did vnfold,
in sight of many Noble men,
And her Sonne Richard being King,
from dolefull Prison did her bring.
most bitterly she mourned then:
Her wofull hart she did vnfold,
in sight of many Noble men,
And her Sonne Richard being King,
from dolefull Prison did her bring.
VVho set her for to rule the Land,
while to Ierusalem he went:
And while she had this charge in hand,
her care was great in gouernement:
And many a Prisoner then in hold,
she set at large from yrons cold.
while to Ierusalem he went:
And while she had this charge in hand,
her care was great in gouernement:
And many a Prisoner then in hold,
she set at large from yrons cold.
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