To bedd the king he made him bowne;
To take his reft was his defire;

He was noe fooner cast on fleepe,
But his chamber was on a blafing fire.

Up he lope, and the window brake,
And hee had thirtye foote to fall;
Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch,
All underneath the castle wall.

Who have we here? lord Bodwell fayd:
Now answer me, that I may know.
"King Henry the eighth my uncle was;
For his fweete fake fome pitty fhow."

Who have we here? lord Bodwell fayd,
Now anfwer me when I doe speake.
"Ah, lord Bodwell, I know thee well;
Some pitty on me I
pray thee take."

Ile pitty thee as much, hee fayd,

And as much favour fhow to thee; As thou didst to the queenes chamberlaine, That day thou deemedft him to dye.

Through halls and towers the king they ledd, Through towers and caftles that were nye,

Through an arbor into an orchard,

There on a peare-tree hangd him hye.

When the governor of Scotland heard,
How that the worthye king was flaine;
He purfued the queen fo bitterlye,

That in Scotland fhee dare not remaine.

But fhe is fledd into merry England,

And here her refidence hath tane;
And through the queene of Englands grace,
In England now shee doth remaine.

A SONNET BY Q ELIZABETH.

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HE doubt of future foes

Exiles my present joy,

And wit me warnes to fhun fuch fnares,

As threaten mine annoy.

For falfhood now doth flow,

And fubject faith doth ebbe,
Which would not be if reason rul'd,
Or wisdome wev'd the webbe.

But clowdes of toyes untried

Do cloake afpiring mindes;
Which turn to raine of late repent,
By courfe of changed windes.

The toppe of hope fuppofed

The roote of ruthe wil be;

And fruteleffe all their graffed guiles,
As fhortly ye fhall fee.

Then dazeled eyes with pride,

Which great ambition blindes, Shal be unfeeld by worthy wights, Whose forefight falfhood finds.

The daughter of debate,

That eke difcord doth fowe,
Shal reape no gaine where former rule
Hath taught ftil peace to growe.

No forreine bannifht wight

Shall ancre in this port;

Our realme it brookes no ftrangers force,

Let them elsewhere refort.

Ourrufty fworde with reft

Shall firft his edge employ,

Shall ' quickly' poll their toppes, that feeke

Such change, and gape for joy,

When the governor of Scotland heard,
How that the worthye king was flaine;
He purfued the queen fo bitterlye,

That in Scotland fhee dare not remaine.

But he is fledd into merry England,
And here her refidence hath tane;
And through the queene of Englands grace,
In England now fhee doth remaine.

A SONNET BY Q. ELIZABETH,

T

HE doubt of future foes

Exiles my present joy,

And wit me warnes to shun such snares,

As threaten mine annoy.

For falfhood now doth flow,
And fubject faith doth e

Which would not be if
Or wildome wev'd

But clowdes of

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