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1 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land, / the second of that Name, Houghton Library Hazlitt EC65 Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 108 1: 109 A Lamentable BALLAD / OF / Fair ROSAMOND, / King Henry the Second's Concubine, / Who was put to Death by Queen ELINOR, in the Famous Bower of Wood- / stock, near Oxford. A Lamentable BALLAD OF Fair ROSAMOND, King Henry the Second’s Concubine, Who was put to Death by Queen ELINOR, in the Famous Bower of Wood- stock, near Oxford. A Lamentable BALLAD OF Fair ROSAMOND, King Henry the Second's Concubine, Who was put to Death by Queen ELINOR, in the Famous Bower of Woodstock, near Oxford. Printer C. Brown, and T. Norris ?-?

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WHen as King Henry rul'd this Land, the Second of that Name, Besides the Queen, he dearly lov'd a fair and comely Dame: Most perless was her Beauty found, her Favour and her Face; A sweeter Creature in this World, could never Prince embrace: Her crisped Locks like Threads of Gold, appear'd to each Man's sight; Her co[m]ely Eyes like Orient Pearls, did cast a heavenly light; The Blood within her cristal Cheeks, did such a Colour drive, As though the Lilly and the Rose, for Mastership did st[ri]ve. Yea, Rosamond, fair Rosamond, her Name was called so, To whom Dame Elinor our Queen, was known a deadly Foe
The King therefore for her Defence, against the furious Queen, At Woodstock builded such a Bower, the like was never seen: Most curiously that Bower was built, of Stone and Timber strong, A hundred and fifty Doors did to this Bower belong; And they so cunningly contriv'd, with Turning roundabout, That none but with a Clew of Thread, could enter in or out. And for his Love and Lady's sake, that was so fair and bright, The keeping of this Bower he gave unto a valiant Knight: But Fortune that doth often frown, where it before did smile, The King's Delight, the Lady's Joy, full soon she did beguile.
For why, the King's ungracious Son, whom he did high advance, Against his Father raised Wars, within the Realm of France: But yet before our comely King the English Land forsook, Of Rosamond, his Lady fair, his Farewel thus he took: My Rosamond, my only Rose, that pleasest best mine eye, The fairest Flower in all the World, to feed my Fantasie; The Flower of my affected Heart, whose Sweetness doth excel My Royal Rose, a hundred times, I bid thee now Farewel. For I must leave my fair[e]st Flower, my sweetest Rose a space, And cross the Seas to famous France, proud Reb[e]ls to abase: But yet my Rose be sure thou shalt my coming shortly see; And i[n] my Heart, when hence I am, I'll bear my Rose with me. When Rosamond, that Lady bright, did hear the King say so, The Sorrow of her grieved Heart her outward Looks did show; And from her clear and cristal Eyes the Tears gusht out apace, Which like the silver pearled Dew, ran down her comely Face. Her Lips like to the Coral red, did wax both wan and pale, And for the Sorrow she conceiv'd, her vital Spirits did fail: And falling down all in a Swound, before King Henrys Face, Full oft within his Princely Arms, her Body did imbrace. And twenty times with watery Eyes he kist her tender Cheek, until he had reviv'd again her Senses mild and meek: Wh[y] grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose? the King did often say. Because, quoth she, to bloody Wars, my Lord must pass away. But sin[c]e your Grace in foreign Coasts, amongst your Foes unkind, Must go to hazard Life and Limb, why should I stay behind?
Nay, rather let me like a Page, thy Sword and Target bear, That on my Breast the Blow may light, that should offend you there. O let me in your Royal Tent prepare your Bed at Night, And with sweet Baths refresh your Grace, at your return from F[i]ght; So I your Presence may enjoy, no Toyl I will refuse; But wanting you, my Life is Death, which doth true Love abuse. Content th[y]self, my dearest Love, thy Rest a[t] home shall be, In Englands sweet and pleasant Soil, for Travel fits not thee: Fair Ladies brook no bloody Wars, sweet Peace their Pleasure breed, The Nourisher of Heart's Content, which Fancy first did feed. My Rose shall rest in Woodstock-Bower, with Musick sweetly d[i]ght, Whilst I amo[n]g the pierc[in]g Pikes against my Foes do fight: My Rose in Robes of Pearl and Gold, with Diamonds richly dight, Shall dance the Galliards [o]f my Love, while I my Foes do smite. And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust, t[o] be my Love's Defence, Be careful of my gallant Rose, when I am parted hence: And therewithal he fetcht a Sigh, as though his Heart would break; And Rosamond for very Grief, not one plain Word could speak. And at their parting well they might in Heart be grieved sore, After that Day fair Rosamond, the King did see no more: For when his Grace had past the Seas, and into France was gone, Queen Elinor with envious Heart, to Woodstock came anon. And forth she calls this trusty Knight, which kept this curious Bower, Who with his Clew of twined Thread, came from this famous Flower: And when that they had wounded him, the Queen this Thread did get, And went were Lady Rosamond was like an Angel set.
But when the Queen with steadfast Eye, beheld her heavenly Face, She was amazed in her Mind at her exceeding Grace: Cast off fr[o]m thee these Robes (she said) that rich and costly be, And drink thou up this deadly Draught, which I have brought to thee. But presently upon her Knees sweet Rosamond did fall, And Pardon of the Queen she crav'd for her Offences all: Take Pity on my youthful Years, (fair Rosamond did cry,) And let me not with Poison strong inforced be to dye. I will renounce my sinful Life, and in some Cloyster 'bide, Or else be banished, if you please, to range the Worl[d] so wide; And for the Fault that I have done, though I was forc'd thereto, Preserve my Life, and punish me, as you think good to do. And with these Words, her lilly Hands she wrung full often there, And down along her comely Face, proceeded many a Tear: But nothing could this furious Queen therewith appeased be, The Cup of deadly Poison strong, as she knelt on her Knee, She gave this comely Dame to drink, who took it in her Hand, And from her bended Knee arose, and on her Feet did stand: And casting up her Eyes to Heaven, she did for Mercy call, And drinking up the Poison strong, her Life she lost withal. And when that Death through every [limb] had done her greatest Spight, Her chiefest Foes did there confess, she was a glorious Wight: Her Body then they did entomb, when Life was fled away, At Woodstock, near to Oxford Town, as may be seen this Day.
LONDON: Printed by C. Brown, and T. Norris; and sold by J. Walter, at the Golden Ball in Pye-corner.