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S124511 2 The Kings last good night Essex' Last Good-night The King's Last Good Night Welladay Welladay Welladay ALL you that cry, O hone, O hone / come now & sing O Lord with me welladay, welladay [line 2 of each stanza; with variations] Weinstein: STC STC 6791.7 [A. Mathewes] for C. W[right c.1625?]; Rollins (2) 1401 (May 18, 1603, III, 234, Mrs. Alde); Rollins (2) 1402 (Mch. 13, 1656, ii, 37); Rollins (2) 1403 (Mch.1, 1675, ii, 497). The Pepys Ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 106 A lamentable new Ballad vpon the Earle of Essex his death. A lamentable new Ballad upon the Earle of Essex his death. A Lamentable New Ballad Upon the Earle of Essex His Death. 1/2 sheet folio, ?originally left part, 274 x 185 1/2 sheet folio ?originally right part, 265 x 157 cropped left and right edges, torn left and bottom left corner, creased, damaged surface, uneven inking, manuscript verso shows through. cropped right, torn left, right and bottom edges, creased, uneven inking cast fleurons Printer UNKNOWN 1625-1625 C.W. [C. Wright] Weinstein: STC

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ALL you that cry, O hone O hone come now & sing O Lord with me For why our Jewell is from us gone, the valiant Knight of Chivalry: Of rich and poore beloved was he, in time an honourable Knight: When by our Lawes condemnd was he and lately tooke his last good-night. Count him not like to Campion, (these traiterous men) or Babington Nor like the Earle of Westmerland, by whom a number were undone: He never yet hurt mothers son, his quarell stil mantaind the right, which maks the teares my cheks down run when I think on his last goodnight. The Portingals can witnesse be, his Dagger at Lisbone gate he flung And like a Knight of Chivalry, his Chaine upon the same he hung, would God that he would thither come to fetch them both in order right, Which thing was by his honour done, yet lately tooke his last good-night. The Frenchmen they can testifie, the Towne of Gourney he tooke in, And marchd to Rone immediately, not caring for his foes a pin: with bullets then he piercd their skin and made them flee farre from his sight He at that time did credit win, and now hath tane his last good-night. And stately Cales can witnesse well, even by his Proclamation right: He did command them all straitly, to have a care of Infants lives: That none should ravish maid nor wife which was against their order right. Therefore they prayd for his long life which latly tooke his last good-night.
Would God he had nere Ireland known nor set his feet on Flanders ground: Then might we well enjoy our owne, where now our jewel will not be found Which makes our woes stil to abound trickling with salt teares in our sight to heare his name in our eares to sound Lord Devereux took his last good-night Ashwednesday that dismall day, when he came forth of his chamber doore Upon a Scaffold there he saw, his headsman standing him before, The Nobles all they did deplore. shedding their salt teares in his sight He said farewell to rich and poore. at his good-morrow and good-night. My Lords, quoth he, you stand but by, to see performance of the Law? Its I that have deservd to dye, and yeeld my life unto the blow, I have deservd to dye, I know, but nere against my Countries right, Nor to my Queene was never foe, upon my death at my good-night. farewel Elizabeth my gracious Queen God blesse thee & thy Councell all Farewell you Knights of Chivalry, farewell my Souldiers stout and tall, Farewell the Commons great & small, into the hands of men I light. My life shall make amends for all, for Essex bids the world good-night. Farewell deare wife & children three, farewell my yong and tender son, Comfort your selves mourne not for me, although you fall be now begun, My time is come, the glasse [i]s run, comfort your selves, in former light Seeing by my fall you are undone, your father bids the world good-night Dericke, thou knowest, at Cales I savd thy life, lost for a Rape there done, Which thou thy selfe canst testifie, thine owne hand three & twenty hung, But now thou seest my time is come, by chance into thy hands I light, Strike out the blow, that I may know, thou Essex lovd at his good-night. When England counted me a Papist, the workes of Papists I defie, I nere worshipt Saint, nor Angel in heaven, nor to the Virgin Mary I, But to Christ, which for my sins did die trickling with sad teares in his sight, Spreding my armes to God on high, Lord Jesus receive my soule this night
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