And you, sir Thomas, whom I truste And therewithall he fetcht a sigh, Not one plaine word could speake. And at their parting well they mighte After that daye faire Rosamonde For when his grace had past the seas, And forth she calles this trustye knighte, In an unhappy houre; Who with his clue of twinèd thread, Came from this famous bower. And when that they had wounded him, But when the queene with stedfast eye Beheld her beauteous face, She was amazed in her minde At her exceeding grace. 125 130 135 140 145 'Cast off from thee those robes,' she said, And drinke thou up this deadlye draught, 150 And lett mee not with poison stronge I will renounce my sinfull life, 160 And for the fault which I have done, 165 Preserve my life, and punish mee As you thinke meet to doe." And with these words, her lillie handes She wrunge full often there; And downe along her lovely face Did trickle many a teare. But nothing could this furious queene The cup of deadlye poyson stronge, As she knelt on her knee, 170 175 Shee gave this comelye dame to drinke; Who tooke it in her hand, And from her bended knee arose, And on her feet did stand: And casting up her eyes to heaven, And drinking up the poison stronge, Her life she lost withalle. And when that death through everye limbe Had showde its greatest spite, Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse Shee was a glorious wight. Her body then they did entomb, When life was fled away, At Godstowe, neare to Oxford towne, As may be seene this day. 180 185 190 VIII. QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION. 'Eleanor, the daughter and heiress of William duke of Guienne, and count of Poictou, had been married sixteen years to Louis VII. king of France, and had attended him in a croisade, which that monarch commanded against the infidels; but having lost the affections of her husband, and even fallen under some suspicions of gallantry with a handsome Saracen, Louis, more delicate than politic, procured a divorce from her, and restored her those rich provinces, which by her marriage she had annexed to the crown of France. The young count of Anjou, afterwards Henry II. king of England, tho' at that time but in his nineteenth year, neither discouraged by the disparity of age, nor by the reports of Eleanor's gallantry, made such successful courtship to that princess, that he married her six weeks after her divorce, and got possession of all her dominions as a dowery. A marriage thus founded upon interest was not likely to be very happy: it happened accordingly. Eleanor, who had dis gusted her first husband by her gallantries, was no less offensive to her second by her jealousy: thus carrying to extremity, in the different parts of her life, every circumstance of female weakness. She had several sons by Henry, whom she spirited up to rebel against him; and endeavouring to escape to them disguised in man's appearel in 1173, she was discovered and thrown into a confinement, which seems to have continued till the death of her husband in 1189. She however survived him many years: dying in 1204, in the sixth year of the reign of her youngest son, John.' See Hume's Hist. 4to. Vol. I. pp. 260, 307. Speed, Stow, &c. It is needless to observe, that the following ballad (given, with some corrections, from an old printed copy) is altogether fabulous; whatever gallantries Eleanor encouraged in the time of her first husband, none are imputed to her in that of her second. QUEENE Elianor was a sicke woman, The king calld downe his nobles all, 'Earl marshall, Ile goe shrive the queene, 'A boone, a boone;' quoth earl marshall, 'Ile pawne my landes,' the king then cryd, That whatsoere queen Elianor sayes No harme thereof shall fall. Do thou put on a fryars coat, And we will to queen Like fryar and his brother.' 5 10 15 20 Thus both attired then they goe: When they came to Whitehall, The bells did ring, and the quiristers sing, When that they came before the queene 'Are you two fryars of France,' she sayd, 'As I suppose you bee? But if you are two Englishe fryars, You shall hang on the gallowes tree.' 'We are two fryars of France,' they sayd, 'As you suppose we bee, We have not been at any masse Sith we came from the sea.' 'The first vile thing that ever I did I will to you unfolde; Earl marshall had my maidenhed, 'Thats a vile sinne,' then sayd the king; 'May God forgive it thee!' "Amen, amen,' quoth earl marshall; 25 30 35 40 With a heavye heart spake hee. 'The next vile thing that ever I did, To you Ile not denye, I made a boxe of poyson strong, To poison king Henrè.' 45 |