%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A newe Ballade, declaryng the daungerons shootyng of the Gunne at the Courte. / To the tune of Sicke and sicke. / VVeepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: / To thinke vpon the Gunne was shot, at Court so daungerouslie. Elderton, William University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1579-1579 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/24/2018 36310

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S3020 1 Sicke and sicke Sick, Sick Sick and Sick THe seuetene daie of Julie laste, at euenyng toward night, / Our noble queene Elizabeth, tooke barge for her delight: Weepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: / To thinke vpon the Gun was shot, at court so dangerously. Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 72 A newe Ballade, declaryng the daungerons shootyng of the Gunne at the Courte. / To the tune of Sicke and sicke. / VVeepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: / To thinke vpon the Gunne was shot, at Court so daungerouslie. A new Ballad, declaring the dangerous shooting of the Gun at the Court. To the tune of Sick and sick. Weep, weep, still I weep, and shall do till I die: To think upon the Gun was shot, at Court so dangerously. Elderton, William Printer Edward VVhite 1579-1579

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THe seventene daie of Julie laste, at evenyng toward night, Our noble queene Elizabeth, tooke barge for her delight: And bad the watermen to row, her pleasure she might take About the River to and fro, as muche as thei could make. Weepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: To thinke upon the Gun was shot, at court so dangerously. And of her Counsell with her grace, were nobles two or three, As fittest were to be in place, regardyng their degree: The Frenche Ambassadour likewise, to comon with her grace, Of waightie causes satte with her, eche one in comely place. Weepe, weepe. etc. But when her grace an hower or twoo, had past to take the aire, Returnyng readyng on a booke, she saied rowe soft and faire: Wherby as God the matter wrought, the slacknesse and the staie, Softely she paste and nothyng thought, of gunshotte anywaie. Weepe, weepe, etc. But all this while upon the Themes, in a schullers Boate un-knowne A wretched felloe got a gun, that was none of his owne And shot a bullet twoo or three, at randon all about, And gave no greate regard to see, what time the queene went out. Weepe, weepe. etc. But as her grace came passyng by, had given his peece a charge, And there out let a bullet flie, that hitte one in the Barge: A waterman through bothe his armes, as he began to rowe, That he cried out upon his harmes, wherat the queene was woe. Weepe, weepe etc. Herself in sight and presence by, when that the bullet came, She sawe hym hurt, she sawe him fall, yet shrunck not at the same: Neither made she any fearfull shewe, to seme to bee dismaied, Nor seemed to the Embassadour, of anythyng afraied. Weepe, weepe etc. But havyng suche a mightie mynde, as passeth tonge to tell, She stept unto the wounded man, and bad hym take it well: His gusshyng blood could not abathe, her noble courage then, But she was readier to give helpe, then all the noblemen. Weepe, weepe etc. But what her highnesse saied and did, in that so sodaine feare, Hereafter in my sorie tale, the substaunce you shall heare: Let boats go out and fetche hym in she saied, that this hath doon, And quickly was the persone brought, that so discharged the gunne Weepe, weepe, etc. The noble councellors moste abroad, to whom these tidyngs came Made hast to court with trembling harts, to thinke upon the same Applaudyng God upon their knees, moste humbly in their place, With teares of joye that bitter bale, had so escaped her grace. Weepe, weepe etc. His name was Thomas Appletree, of Courte a servyng man, Whiche was no little greef to see, to his good maister than: He was committed to the gaile, at the Counsellers grave regarde, That thei might judge what vilest death, were fit for his reward Weepe, weepe etc. With blubryng teares it is no bote, to tell the weepyng eyes, That were full woe of suche a shot, where all our saftie lyes: The bullet came so nere her grace, within sixe foote at least, Was never suche a cursed case, by suche a wilfull beast. Weepe, weepe etc. Wherefore it was decreed and judged, by all the counsell grave, That hangyng was to good a death, for suche a wretch to have: A gibbet was set up in haste, against the Court full nye, Where this unhappie Appletree, was pointed for to dye. Weepe, weepe etc. And on the Tuesdaie following, then this wicked prisoner came, Well garded with the Marshalls men, to hang upon the same: His maister standyng on the banke, to heare what he could saie, He humbly fell upon his knees, and mercie did hym praie. Weepe, weepe etc.
Would God thou hadst never served me, quod he with woful looke, But God he saied forgive it thee, that cursed marke thou tooke: And after praier saied and doen, on the ladder as he stood, He tooke his death before them all, he was a subject good. Weepe, weepe, etc. And never ment to hurt her grace, nor any in the Barge, Nor ment to shoote in any place, to hurte with any charge: But wished he never had been borne, for his good masters sake, Whom he had made a wofull man, and no amendes could make. Weepe, weepe etc. For troth it was and truthe it is, the Queene & Councell knowe Not willyngly, though wittyngly, he let the bullet goe: Whiche matter hath been sifted so, it moveth more her grace, To let the passion of it goe, the meekelier in his case. Weepe, weepe etc. The Queene that sawe this Sacrifice, a ready wretch to dye, Whose pittie pleadeth pardon still, put forthe her princely eye: And sent the Captaine of her Gard, a Counseler grave and wise, To make the facte and favour knowne, as he could beste devise. Weepe, weepe, etc. Who gave a thundring peale of grace, the prisoners fault to showe And all the people in the place, what prince thei had to knowe: What courage in her noble grace, in perill did appeare, Before the Frenche Embassadours face, in suche a sodain feare. Weepe, weepe, etc. And tolde againe if that mishap, had happened on her grace, The staie of true Religion, how perlous were the cace: Whiche might have turnde to bloody warres, of strange & forein foes, Alas how had wee been a curste, our comforte so to lose. Weepe, weepe etc. Then of the mercie of her grace, her subjects lives to save, By whom these xx. yeres in peace, suche quiet lives wee have: The teares fell doune on every side, and aloude the people crie, The almightie long preserve her grace, to governe prosperouslie. Weepe, weepe, etc. And laste of all he saied againe, marke yet this piteous queene, For all this vile unhappie facte, so leudely doen and seene: Retournes to her inured course, of mercie to forgive, That this accursed shall not dye, but pardons hym to live. Weepe, weepe etc. And then to heare the people shoute, and see them clapt their hands Who would have torne his fleshe before, being in hangmans hands To see the goodnesse of her grace, to suche greate pitie bent, It made the stoniest harte of all, astonied to lament. Weepe, weepe etc. The counseler that the pardon brought, then knelyng on his kne And every subjecte as thei ought, kneeled as well as he: And saied a praier for her grace, upon the dolefull grounde, Whereof the peoples sighyng sherles, above the skies rebounde. Weepe, weepe, etc. All lovyng subjectes learne to knowe, your dueties to our quene, By lande and water where ye goe, that no suche deede be sene: But praie to God that rules the skies, her highnesse to defende, To raigne with him perpetually, when her highnes life shall ende. Weepe, weepe, still I weepe, and shall doe till I dye: To thinke upon the gun was shot, at court so dangerously.
Finis. W.E. Imprinted at London for Edward White, dwellyng at the little North-doore of Sainct Paules churche, at the signe of the Gunne.