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S116386 4 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Queene Dido Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido the same tune Queen Dido; Troy Town The Same Tune VVHen God had taken for our sinne, / that prudent Prince K. Edward away, THe Skie likewise began to scowle, / it hail'd and rain'd in pittious sort, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 94 1: 95 The most rare and excellent History / Of the Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamity. The most rare and excellent History Of the Dutchesse of Suffolkes calamity. The most rare and excellent History Of the Duchess of Suffolk's calamity. Deloney, Thomas 1611-1611 Edward Wright

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WHen God had taken for our sinne, that prudent Prince K. Edward away, Then bloody Bonner did begin his raging malice to bewray, All those that did Gods Word professe, He persecuted more or lesse. Thus whilst the Lord on us did lowre, many in prison he did throw, Tormenting them in Lollards tower, whereby they might the truth forgoe, Then Cranmer, Ridley and the rest, Were burn'd in fire that Christ profest. Smithfield was then with fagots fill'd, and many places more besides; At Coventry was Saunders killd; at Worster eke good Hooper dy'd, And to escape this bloody day, Beyond Seas many fled away. Amongst the rest that sought release, and for their faith in danger stood, Lady Elizabeth was chiefe King Henries daughter of royall blood, Which in the Tower did prisoner lye, Looking each day when shee should dye, The Dutchesse of Suffolke seeing this, whose life likewise the tyrant sought, Who in the hope of heavenly blisse, within Gods Word her comfort wrought, For feare of death was faine to flye, And leave her house most secretly. That for the love of God alone, her land and goods she left behind, Seeking still for that precious stone the Word of truth so rare to find, She with her nurse, husband, and child, In poore aray their sights beguild,
Thus through London they past along, each one did take a severall street: Thus all along escaping wrong, at Billingsgate they all did meete: Like people poore in Gravesend Barge, They simply went with all their charge. And all along from Gravesend towne, with journies short on foot they went Unto the Sea-coast they came downe, to passe the Seas was their intent, And God provided so that day, That they tooke ship and saild away. And with a prosperous gale of wind, in Flanders safe they did arive, This was to their great ease of minde, and from their heart much wo did drive And so with thankes to God on hie, They tooke their way to Germany. Thus as they travelld still disguisd upon the high way suddenly, By cruell theeves they were surprizd, assailing their small company. And all their treasure and their store They tooke away and beat them sore. The Nurse in middest of their fight, laid downe the child upon the ground, She ran away out of their sight. and never after that was found. Then did the Dutches make great mone, With her good husband all alone. The theeves had there their horses killd, and all their money quite had tooke, The pretty Baby almost spoild, was by the nurse likewise forsooke: And tkey far from their friends did stand, And succourlesse in a strange land.
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THe Skie likewise began to scowle, it haild and raind in pittious sort, The way was long and wondrous foule: then may I now full well report; Their griefe and sorrow was not small, When this unhappy chance did fall. Sometimes the Dutches bore the child, all wet as ever she could be; And when the Lady kind and mild was weary, then the child bore he, And thus they one another easd, And with their fortunes were well pleasd And after many weary steps all wet shod both in durt and mire, after much griefe their hearts yet leaps, for labour doth some rest require, A towne before them they did see, But lodgd therein he could not bee. From house to house then they did goe, seeking that night where they might lie, But want of money was their woe, and still their babe with cold did crie: With cap and knee they curtesie make, But none on them would pitty take. Loe here a Princesse of great blood, doth pray a peasant for reliefe, With teares bedewed as she stood, yet few or none regards her griefe. Her speech they could not understand, But gave her money in her hand. When al in vaine their paines were spet, and that they could no houseroome get, Into a Church porch then they went, to stand out of the raine and wet: Then said the Dutchesse to her deere, O that we had some fire here. Then did her husband so provide, that fire and coales he got with speed, She sate downe by the fire side, to dresse her daughter that had need: And while she drest it in her lap, Her husband made the infant pap. Anon the Sexton thither came, and finding them there by the fire, The drunken knave, all voyd of shame, to drive them out was his desire,
And spurning forth the Noble Dame, Her Husbands wrath it did inflame. And all in fury as he stood, he wrung the Church keyes out his hand: And strucke him so that all of blood his head ran downe where he did stand Wherefore the Sexton presently, For helpe and aid aloud did cry. Then came the officers in haste; and tooke the Dutches and her child, And with her husband thus they past, like Lambes beset with Tygers wilde, And to the Governour were brought, Who understood them not in ought. Then master Bartu brave and bold, in Latine made a gallant speech, Which all their misery did unfold, and their high favour did beseech, With that a Doctor sitting by, Did know the Dutches presently. And thereupon arising straight, with words abashed at this sight: Unto them all that there did wait, he thus brake forth in words aright: Behold within your sight, quoth he, A Princesse of most high degree. With that the Governour and the rest were all amazed the same to heare, Who welcomed this new come guest, with reverence great, & princely cheere. And afterward coveyd they were Unto their friend Prince Cassimer. A sonne she had in Germany, Peregrine Bar[t]u calld by name, Surnamd the good Lord Willoughby, of courage great and worthy fame: Her daughter yong which with her went Was afterwards Countesse of Kent. For when Queene Mary was deceast the Dutches home returnd againe, Who was of sorrow quite releast, by Queene Elizabeths happy raigne, Whose godly life and piety, Wee all may praise continually.
FINIS. London Printed for Edward Wright Dwelling at Christ Church gate.