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My Rofe shall safely here abide,

With musicke passe the daye ; Whilft I, amonge the piercing pikes,

My foes seeke far awaye.


My Rose Mall Mhine in pearle, and golde,

Whilit Ime in armour dighte;
Gay galliards here my love fall dance,

Whilst I my foes goe fighte.

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And you, fir Thomas, whom I trufte

To bee my loves defence;
Be carefull of my gallant Rose

When I am parted hence.”


And therewithall he fetcht a figh,

As though his heart would breake: And Rofamonde, for very griefe,

Not one plaine word could speake.


And at their parting well they mighte

In heart be grieved fore: After that daye faire Rosamonde

The king did see no more.

For when his grace had past the seas,

And into France was gone ;
With envious heart, queene Ellinor,

To Woodstocke came anone.



And forth the calles this trustye knighte,

In an unhappy houre;
Who with his clue of twined thread,

Came from this famous bower,


And when that they had wounded him,

The queene this thread did gette, And went where ladye Rosamonde

Was like an angell fette.


But when the queene with stedfast eye

Beheld her beauteous face, She was amazed in her minde

At her exceeding grace.

Caft off from thee thofe robes, she faid,

That riche and costlye bee;
And drinke thou up this deadlye draught,

Which I have brought to thee.

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Then presentlye upon her knees

Sweet Rosamonde did falle;
And pardon of the queene the cray'd

For her offences all.


“ Take pitty on my youthfull yeares,

Faire Rosamonde did crye;
And lett mee not with poison tronge

Enforced bee to dye.


I will renounce my sinfull life,

And in some cloyster bide;
Or else be banisht, if you please,

To range the world foe wide.


And for the fault which I have done,

Though I was forc'd theretoe, 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

Therewith appeased bee;
The cup of deadlye poyfon stronge,

As she knelt on her knee,


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,

Shee did for mercye calle;
And drinking up the poison stronge,

Her life she lost withalle,



And when that death through everye limbe

Had fhow de 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.



Eleanor, the daughter and heiress of William duke of Guienne, and count of Poistou, 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 left the affections of her busband, and even fallen under fore fufpicions of gallantry with a handsome Saracen, Louis, more delicate than politic, procured a divorce from her, and restored her those rich provinces, which by ber marriage she had annexed to the crown of France. The young count of Anjou, afterwards Henry II. king of England, thor at that time but in his nineteenth

year, neither discoua raged by the disparity of age, nor by the reports of Eleanor's gallantry, made fuch successful courtship to that princess, that he married her fix weeks after her divorce, and got polefion of all her dominions as a dowery. A marriage thus founded upon interest was not likely to be very happy : it


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happened accordingly. Eleanor, who had disgusted her first busband by her gallantries, was no less offensive to her fecond by her jealousy: thus carrying to extremity, in the different parts of her life, every circumfiance of female seakness. She had several fons by Henry, whom she fpirited up to rebel against him ; and endeavouring to escape to them disguised in man's apparel 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 Jurvived him many years: dying in 1204, in the fixth year of the reign of her youngest son, John.See Hume's Hift. 40. Vol. 1. pp. 260, 307. Speed, Stow, &c.

It is needless to observe, that the following ballad (given, with fome corrections, from an old printed copy) is altogether fabulous; whatever gallantries Eleanor encouraged in the țime of her first hupand, none are imputed to her in that of ker second.


UEENE Elianor was a ficke woman.

And afraid that she should dye:
Then she sent for two fryars of France

To speke with her speedilye.

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The king calld downe his nobles all,

By one, by two, by three;
• Earl marshall, Ile goe shrive the queene,

And thou shalt wend with mee."

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A boone, a boone; quoth earl marfàll,

And fell on his bended knee;
That whatsoever queene

Elianor faye,
No harme therof



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