WOE worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlande!
For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;
The worthyest prince that ever was borne,
You hanged under a cloud by night.

The queene of France a letter wrote,

And sealed itt with harte and ringe;

And bade him come Scotland within,

And shee wold marry and crowne him kinge.

To be a king is a pleasant thing,

To bee a prince unto a peere :

But

you

have heard, and soe have I too, A man may well buy gold too deare.

There was an Italyan in that place,

Was as well beloved as ever was hee, Lord David was his name,

Chamberlaine to the queene was hee.

If the king had risen forth of his place,

He wold have sate him downe in the cheare,

And tho itt beseemed him not so well,

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10

15

Altho the kinge had beene present there, 20

Some lords in Scotlande waxed wroth,

And quarrelled with him for the nonce;

Ver. 15. sic MS.

I shall you tell how it befell,

Twelve daggers were in him att once.

When the queene saw her chamberlaine was slaine,

For him her faire cheeks shee did weete, And made a vowe for a yeare and a day

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The king and shee wold not come in one sheete.

Then some of the lords they waxed wrothe,
And made their vow all vehementlye;

For the death of the queenes chamberlaine,
The king himselfe, how he shall dye.

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With gun-powder they strewed his roome,
And layd greene rushes in his way:
For the traitors thought that very night
This worthye king for to betray.

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To bedd the king he made him bowne;
To take his rest was his desire;

He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,

But his chamber was on a blasing fire.

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Up he lope, and the window brake,

And hee had thirtye foote to fall; Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch,

Underneath his castle wall.

Who have wee here? lord Bodwell sayd:

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Now answer me, that I may know.

"King Henry the eighth my uncle was; For his sweete sake some pitty show."

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

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Ile pitty thee as much, he sayd,

And as much favor show to thee,

As thou didst to the queenes chamberlaine,
That day thou deemedst him to die.*

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

Through an arbor into an orchard,

There on a peare-tree hanged him hye.

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When the governor of Scotland heard

How that the worthye king was slaine;

He pursued the queen so bitterlye,

That in Scotland shee dare not remaine.

But she is fledd into merry England,

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

* Pronounced after the northern manner dee.

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XIV.

A Sonnet by Q. Elizabeth.

The following lines, if they display no rich vein of poetry, are yet so strongly characteristic of their great and spirited authoress, that the insertion of them will be pardoned. They are preserved in Puttenham's Arte of English Poesie a book in which are many sly addresses to the queen's foible of shining as a poetess. The extraordinary manner in which these verses are introduced, shows what kind of homage was exacted from the courtly writers of that age, viz.

:

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I find," says this antiquated critic, none example in English metre, so well maintaining this figure [Exargasia, or the Gorgeous, Lat. Expolitio] as that dittie of her majesties owne making, passing sweete and harmonicall; which figure beyng, as his very originall name purporteth, the most bewtifull and gorgious of all others, it asketh in reason to be reserved for a last complement, and desciphred by a ladies penne, herselfe beyng the most bewtifull, or rather bewtie of queenes.* And this was the occasion; our soveraigne lady perceiving how the Scottish queenes residence within this realme at so great libertie and ease (as were skarce meete for so great and dangerous a prysoner) bred secret factions among her people, and made many of the nobilitie incline to favour her partie: some of them desirous of innovation in the state: others aspiring to greater fortunes by her libertie and life: the queene our soveraigne ladie, to declare that she was nothing ignorant of those secret practizes, though she had long with great

*She was at this time near three-score.

wisdome and pacience dissembled it, writeth this dittie most sweet and sententious, not hiding from all such aspiring minds the danger of their ambition and disloyaltie : which afterwards fell out most truly by th' exemplary chastisement of sundry persons, who in favour of the said Scot. Qu. declining from her majestie, sought to interrupt the quiet of the realme by many evill and undutifull practizes."

This sonnet seems to have been composed in 1569, not long before the Duke of Norfolk, the Earls of Pembroke and Arundel, the Lord Lumley, Sir Nich. Throcmorton, and others, were taken into custody. See Hume, Rapin, &c. It was originally written in long lines, or Alexandrines, each of which is here divided into two.

The present edition is improved by some readings adopted from a copy printed in a collection from the papers of Sir John Harrington, intituled, Nuge Antique, Lond. 1769, 12mo., where the verses are accompanied with a very curious letter, in which this sonnet is said to be "of her Highness own inditing . . . . "My Lady Willoughby did covertly get it on her Majesties tablet, and had much hazzard in so doing; for the Queen did find out the thief, and chid for her spreading evil bruit of her writing such toyes, when other matters did so occupy her employment at this time; and was fearful of being thought too lightly of for so doing."

THE doubt of future foes

Exiles my present joy;

And wit me warnes to shun such snares,

As threaten mine annoy.

Ver. 1, dread. al. ed.