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1 Queen Dido Queen Dido; Troy Town Queen Dido WHen God had taken for our sin, / that prudent Prince K. Edward away, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 229 The most Rare and Excellent History, / Of the Dutchess of Suffolks Calamity. The most Rare and Excellent History, Of the Dutchess of Suffolks Calamity. The most Rare and Excellent History, Of the Duchess of Suffolk's Calamity. 1686-1686 A.M.

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WHen God had taken for our sin, that prudent Prince K. Edward away, Then bloody Bonner did begin his raging malice to bewray: All those that did Gods word profess, He Prosecuted more or less. Thus whilst the Lord on us did lowre, many in Prison he did throw, Tormenting them in Lollards Tower whereby they might the truth forego: Then Cranmer, Ridley, and the rest, Were burning in the fire, that Christ profest. Smithfield was then with Faggots filld, and many places more beside, At Coventry was Saunders killd, at Woster eke good Hooper dyd; And to escape this bloody da[y], Beyond Sea many fled away. Amongst the rest that sought relief, and for their faith in danger stood Lady Elizabeth was chief, King Henrys Daughter of Royal blood, Which in the Tower did Prisoner lie, Looking each day when she should die. The Dutches of Suffolk seeing this, whose life likewise the tyrant sought, Who in the hopes of Heavenly bliss, within Gods words her comfort wrought: For fear of Death was forcd to flie, and leave their 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 and truth so rare to find: She with her Nurse Husband and Child, in poor array their sighs beguild. Thus through London they passed a long each one did take a several street, Thus all along escaping wrong,
at Billingsgate they all did meet, Like people poor in Graves-end Barge, They simple went with all their charge. and all along from Graves-end-Town, with journeys short on foot they went, Unto the Sea-coast came they down, to pass the Seas was their intent. and God provided so that day, That they took Ship and sailld away. and with a prosperous gale of wind, in Flanders they did safe arrive This was to their great ease of mind, and from their heavy heart much woe did drive, and so with thanks to God on high, They took their way to Germany. Thus as they traveld still disguisd, upon the high-way suddenly, By cruel Theives they were surprizd assaling their small company: and all their treasures and their store, They took away and beat them sore. The Nurse in midst of all their fight laid down the Child upon the ground, She ran away out of their sight, and never after that was found, Then did the Dutches make great moan, With her good Husband all alone. The thieves had there their Horses killd, and all their money quite had took, The pretty Baby almost spoild, was by the Nurse likewise forsook: and they far from their friends did stand, and succourless in a strange Land. The Sky likewise began to scowl, it haild and raind in piteous sore, The way was long and wondrous foul, then may I now full well report, Their grief and sorrow was not small, When this unhappy chance did fall.
SOmetimes the Dutchess bore the Child, as wet as ever she could be, And when the Lady kind and mild, was weary than the Child bore he, And thus they one another easd, And with their fortunes well was pleasd, And after many a weary step, all wet-shod both in dirt and mire After much grief their hearts yet leaps, for labour doth some rest require, A town before them they did see, But lodged there they coul not be. From house to house then they did go, seeking that night where they might lye, But want of Money was their woe, and still their Babe with cold doth cry, With Cap and Knee they courtesie make, But one of them would pitty take. Loe here a Princess of great blood, doth pray a Peasant for releif, With tears bedewed as she stood, yet few or none regard her grief, Her speech they could not understand, But gave [h]er money in her hand. When all in vain her speeches spent, and that they could not house-room get, Into a Church Porch then they went, to stand out of the rain and wet: Then said the Dutches to her Dear, O that we had some fire here. Then did her Husband so provide, that fire and coles they got with speed, She sat down by the fire-side, to dress her Daughter that had need: And whilst 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 void of shame, to drive them out was his desire, And spurned out the noble Dame, Her Husbands wrath he did inflame.
And all in fury as he stood, he wrung the Church-Keys out of his hand. And struck him so that all the blood, his head ran down as he did stand, Wherefore the Sexton presently, For aid and help aloud did cry. Then came the Officers in hast, and took the Dutches and her Child, And with her Husband thus they past, like lambs beset with tygers wild: And to the Governer was brought, Who understood them not in ought. Then Master Betrue brave and bold, in Latine made a gallant speech, Which all their misers 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 broke forth in words aright Behold within your sight, quoth he, A Princess of most high degree. With that the Governour and all the rest, were much amazd the same to hear, Who Welcomed this new come Guest, with reverence great and princely chear. And afterward conveyd they were, Unto their Friend Prince Cassimere. A Son she hath in Germany, Peregrine Bertue calld by Name; Surnamd the good Lord Willoughby, of Courage great and worthy fame: Her Daughter young that with her went, Was afterwards Countess of Kent. For when Queen Mary was Deceasd, the Dutches home returnd again, Who was of sorrow quite releast, by Queen Elizabeths happy Reign: Whose Godly Life and Piety, We may praise continually.
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