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Magdalene College - Pepys
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True Lovers Knot Untied.
Being the right path, whereby to advise Princely Virgins how to behave themselves, by the Ex-
ample of the Renowned Princess, the Lady Arabella, and the second Son to the Lord Seymour,
late Earl of Hertford.
Tune of, Frogs Gailiard.

A S I through Ireland did pass,
I saw a Ship at Anchor lay,
Another Ship likewise there was,
which from fair England took her way.

This Ship that sail'd from fair England ,
unknown unto our gracious King,
The Lord Chief Justice did command,
that they to London should us bring.

I drew more near and saw more plain,
Lady Arabella in distress,
She wrung her hands and wept amain,
bewailing of her heaviness.

When near fair London Tower she came,
whereas her Landing place should be.
The King and Queen with all their train,
did meet this Lady gallantly.

How now Arabella , then our King
unto this Lady straight did say,
Who hath first ty'd ye to this thing,
that you from England took your way.

None but my self, my Gracious Leige,
this ten long years I've been in love
With the Lord Seymours second Son,
the Earl of Hertford , so we prove.

Though he be not the mightiest Man
of Goods and Livings in the Land,
Yet I have Lands us to maintain,
so much your Grace doth understand.

My Lands and Livings are well known,
unto your Book of Majesty,
Amounts to twelve score pound a week,
besides what I do give, quoth she.

The second part, to the same Tune.

I N gallant Derby-shire likewise,
I ninescore Beadsmen maintain there,
With Hats and Gowns and house rent-free,
and every Man five Marks a year.

I never raised Rent, said she,
nor yet opprest the Tenant poor,
I never took no Bribes for Fines,
for why I had enough before.

Whom of your Nobles will do so,
for to maintain the Commonalty,
Such multitudes would never grow,
nor be such store of Poverty.

I would I had a Milk-maid been,
or born of some more low degree,
Then I might have loved where I like,
and no man could have hindred me.

Or would I were some Yeomans Child,
for to receive my Portion now,
According unto my Degree,
as other Virgins as I know.

The highest Branch that soars aloft,
needs must beshade the Mirtle Tree,
Needs must the shaddow of them both
shaddow the third in his degree.

But when the Tree is cut and gone,
and from the ground is bore away,
The lowest Tree that there doth stand,
in time may grow as high as they.

Once when I thought to have been Queen,
but yet that still I do deny,
I knew your Grace had right to'th Crown,
before Elizabeth did dye.

You of the Eldest Sister came,
I of the second in degree,

The Earl of Hertford of the third,
a man of Royal blood was he.

And so good night my Soveraign Liege,
since in the Tower I must lye,
I hope your Grace will condesend,
that I may have my liberty.

Lady Arabella , said our King,
I to your freedom would consent,
If you would turn and go to Church,
there to receive the Sacrament.

And so good night Arabella fair,
our King reply'd to her again,
I will take counsel of my Nobility,
that you your freedom may obtain.

Once more to Prison must I go,
Lady Arabella then did say,
To leave my Love breeds all my woe,
the which will be my lives decay.

Love is a knot none can unknit,
fancy a liking of the heart,
He whom I love, I cannot forget,
though from his presence I must part.

The meanest people enjoy their Mates,
but I was born unhappily,
For being crost by cruel Fates,
I want both Love and Liberty.

But death I hope will end the strife.
farewel, farewel, my Love (quoth she)
Once had I thought to have been thy Wife
but now am forc'd to part from thee.

At this sad meeting she had cause,
in heart and mind to grieve full sore:
After that time Arabella fair,
did never see Lord Seymour more.

printed for J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Pass[i]nger.

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