%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Life and Death of the Famous Thomas Stukely,/ An English Gallant in the time of Queen Elizabeth, who ended this life in a Battel of/ three Kings of Barbary. Johnson, Richard University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1684-1686 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 09/06/2007 20750

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2.130 R234326 1 King Henries going to Bulloign King Henry's Going to Bulloign IN the West of England,/ Born there was I understand, author from Wing; date from Battle of Alcazar Pepys 2.130 Wing J804BA Pepys Library 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. 2: 130 The Life and Death of the Famous Thomas Stukely,/ An English Gallant in the time of Queen Elizabeth, who ended this life in a Battel of/ three Kings of Barbary. The Life and Death of the Famous Thomas Stukely, An English Gallant in the time of Queen Elizabeth, who ended this life in a Battel of three Kings of Barbary. The Life and Death of the Famous Thomas Stukely, an English Gallant in the Time of Queen Elizabeth, Who Ended this Life in a Battle of Three Kings of Barbary. Johnson, Richard 1/2 sheet oblong folio, 200 x 320 uneven inking 1684-1686 Printed for I. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger. J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, T. Passinger. Blagden date too early?

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IN the West of England, Born there was I understand, a famous gallant was he in his days; By birth a wealthy Clothiers Son, Deeds of wonders he hath done, to purchase him a long and lasting praise. If I should tell his story, Pride was all his Glory, and lusty Stukely he was call'd in court He serv'd a Bishop in the West, And did accompany the best, maintaining of himself in gallant sort. Being thus esteemed, And every where well deemed, he gain'd the favour of a London Dame; Daughter to an Alderman, Curtie was he called then, to whom a Suitor gallantly he came. When he her person spyed, He could not be denyed, so brave a Gentleman he was to see; She was quickly made his wife, In weal or woe to lead her life, her father willing thereto did agree.
Thus in state and pleasure, Full many days they measure, till cruel death with his regardless spight Bore old Curtis to the Grave, A thing that Stukely wisht to have, that he might revel all in Gold so bright. He was no sooner Tombed, But Stukely he presumed to spend a hundred pound a day in waste; The greatest Gallants in the Land, Had Stukely's Purse at their command, thus merrily the time away he past. Taverns nad Ordinaries, Were his chiefest braveries, golden Angels there flew up and down, Ryots were his best delight, With stately feasting day and night, in Court and City thus he won renown. Thus wasting Lands and living, By this lawless giving, at last he sold the pavements of the yard, Which cover'd were with blocks of Tin, Old Curtis left the same to him, which he consum'd as you have lately heard.
WHereat his Wife sore grieved, Desiring to be relieved, make much of me, dear husband she did say, I'le make much more of thee, said he, Then any one shall doe verily, i'le sell thy cloaths and so i'le go away. Cruelly thus hard hearted, Away from her he parted, and travel'd into Italy with speed, There he flourisht full many a day, In his silks and rich array, and did the pleasures of a Lady feed. It was the ladies pleasure, To give him Goods and treasure, to maintain him in great pomp and fame, At last came News assuredly, Of a fought battle in Barbary, and he would valiantly go see the same. Many a noble gallant, Sold both land and Tallent, to follow Stukely in this famous fight, Whereas three Kings in person would, Adventrously with courage bold, within this battel slew them selves in fight. Stukely and his followers all, Of the King of Portugal, had entertainment like to Gentlemen: The King affected Stukly so, That he his secrets all did know, and bore his Royal standard now and then. Upon this day of honour, Each man did shew his banner, Morocco and the King of Barbary: Portugal and all his Train, Bravely Glistering on the Plain, and gave the Onset there most valiantly. The Cannons they resounded, Thundring Guns rebounded, kill, kill, then was all the Souldiers cry, Mangled Men lay on the ground, And with blood the earth was drown'd, the Sun likewise was darkned in the Sky. Heaven was so displeased, And would not be appeased; but tokens of Gods heavy wrath did show,
That he was angry at this War, He sent a fearful Blazing Star, whereby the Kings might their misfortunes know. Bloody was the slaughter, Or rather wilful Murder, where sixscore thousand fighting men were slain: Three Kings within this battle dy'd, With forty Dukes and Earls beside, the like will never more be fought again. With woful arms infolding, Stukely stood beholding, this bloody sacrifice of Souls that day; He sighing said, I woful wight, Against my Conscience here do fight, and brought my followers all unto decay. Being thus molested, And with grief oppressed, those Italians that did sell their Lands, With Stukely for to travel forth, And venture life for little worth, upon him all did lay their murdering hands. Unto death thus wounded, His heart with sorrow swounded, and to them he made his heavy moan, Thus have I left my dear, To be so vilely murthered here, e'n in this place whereas I am not known. My Wife I much have wronged, Of what to her belonged, I vainly spent in idle course of life, What I have had is past I see, And bringeth nought but grief to me, therefore grant me pardon gentle wife. Life I see consumeth, And death I see presumeth, to change this life of mine into a new, Yet this my greatest comfort brings, I liv'd and dy'd in love of Kings, and so brave stukely bids the world adieu. Stukelys life thus ended, Was after death befriended, and like a Souldier buried gallantly, Where now their stands upon the Grave, A stately Temple builded brave, with Golden Turrets piercing to the Sky.
Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger.