The wanderings of a pen and pencil . I truste To bee my loves defence;Be careful of my gallant Bose When 1 am parted hence. And therewithall he fetcht a sigh,As though his heart would breake: And Rosamond, for inward griefe,Not one plaine worde could speake. And at their parting well they mighte In heart be grieved sore :After that daye faire Bosamond The king did see no more. For when his grace had passed the seas, And into France was gone;With envious heart, Queene Elinor, To Woodstocke came anone. And forth she calls the trustye knighteWhich kept this curious bower; Who with his clue of twi
The wanderings of a pen and pencil . I truste To bee my loves defence;Be careful of my gallant Bose When 1 am parted hence. And therewithall he fetcht a sigh,As though his heart would breake: And Rosamond, for inward griefe,Not one plaine worde could speake. And at their parting well they mighte In heart be grieved sore :After that daye faire Bosamond The king did see no more. For when his grace had passed the seas, And into France was gone;With envious heart, Queene Elinor, To Woodstocke came anone. And forth she calls the trustye knighteWhich kept this curious bower; Who with his clue of twined thread,Came from the famous flower. And when that they had wounded him,The queene his thread did gette, And went where Lady BosamondWas like an angell sette. FAIR ROSAMOND. 221 And when the queene with stedfast eye Beheld her heavenlye face,She was amazed in her minde At her exceeding grace. Cast off from thee thy robes, she said, That riche and costly e bee ; And drinke thou up this deadlye draught,Which I have brought to But presentlye upon her knees Sweet Rosamond did falle ;And pardon of the queene she cravd For her offences all. Take pittie on my youthfull yeares, Fair Rosamond did crye; And lett mee not with poison stronge Enforced bee to dye. I will renounce my sinfull life, And in some cloyster bide ;Or else be banisht, if you please, To range the world soe wide; And for the fault that I have done,Though I was forcd theretoe, Preserve my life, and punish meeAs you thinke good to doe. And with these words, her lillie handes She wrunge full often there;And downe along her comelye face Did trickle many a teare. But nothing could this furious queene Therewith appeased bee;The cup of deadyle poyson stronge, As she knelt on her knee, Shee gave the comelye dame to drinke; Who tooke it in her hand,And from her bended knee arose, And on her feet did stand: And casting up her eyes to heaven, Shee did for mercye calle;And drinking up the poison stronge, Her life she los
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