my

In this fad Distress,

Quoth this Royal Lady, Who can now express,

What will become of me? To Father's Court

Never will I wander, But some Service seek,

Where I may placed be. Whilst she thus made her Moan, Weeping all alone,

In this deep and deadly Fear, A Forrester all in

green, Most comely to be seen,

Ranging the Wood did find her there,
Round be set with Sorrow,
Fair Maid, quoth he, good Morrow,

What hard Hap has brought you here.
Harder Hap did never
Chance to Maiden ever,

Here lies llain my Brother dear.

Where might I be plac'd,

Gentle Forrester tell me,
Where might I procure
A Service in

my

Need? Pains will I not spare,

But will do my Duty, Ease me of my Care,

Help my extream Need. The Forrester all amazed, On her Beauty gazed,

'Till his Heart was set on fire :
If, fair Maid (quoth he)
You will

go
You shall have your Heart's desire ;
He brought her to his Mother,
And above all other

He set forth this Maiden's Praise ;
Long was his Heart inflamed,
At length her Love he gained,

So Fortune did his Glory raise.

with me,

Thus

Thus unknown he match'd

With the King's fair Daughter, Children seven he had,

E'er she to him was known : But when he understood

She was a Royal Princess, By this Means at last

He shew'd forth her Fame :

He cloath'd his Children then Not like to other Men,

In Party-colours strange to see,
The Right side Cloth of Gold,
The Left side to behold,

Of Woollen Cloth ftill framed he:
Men thereat did wonder,
Golden Fame did thunder

This strange Deed in every Place :
The King of France came thither,
Being pleasant Weather,

In these Woods the Hart to chase.

The Children there did stand,

As their Mother willed, Where the Royal King

Must of force come by; Their Mother richly clad

In fair Crimson Velvet, Their Father all in Grey,

Most comely to the Eye.
When this famous King,
Noting every thing,

Did ask how he durst be so bold,
To let his Wife to wear,
And deck his Children there,

In costly Robes of Pearl and Gold :
The Forrester boldly replied,
And the Cause descried,

And to the King he thus did say,
Well may they, by their Mother,
Wear rich Cloaths with other,

Being by Birth a Princess gay.

The

The King, upon these Words,

More heedfully beheld them, 'Till a crimson Blush

His Conceit did cross : The more I look, quoth he,

On thy Wife and Children, The more I call to Mind

The Daughter whom I lost.
I am that Child, quoth she,
Falling on her Knee,

Pardon me my Sovereign Liege.
The King perceiving this,
His Daughter dear did kiss,

'Till joyful Tears did stop his Speech.
With his Train he turned,
And with her sojourned;

Strait he dubb'd her Husband Knight,
He made him Earl of Flanders,
One of his chief Commanders.

Thus were their Sorrows put to flight.

The

The Life and Death of the famous

Thomas Stukely, an English Gallant in the Time of Queen Elizabeth, who ended his Life Battle of three Kings of Barbary.

in a

To the Tune of, King Henry's going to Bulloign, &c.

The former Part of this song is so confin'd to

Particulars, that it cannot be expečted Hiftorians should have taken Notice of any of these Falls; but I am surpriz'd that amongst the Crimes our Poet has charg'd Stukely with, he has not taken Notice of the most heinous; Treafon against his Queen and Country: For the King of Spain enrag'd that Queen Elizabeth Mould protect the Dutch, who had lately revolted from the Spanish Government, took Care to encourage the Rebels in Ireland, and Pope Gregory XIII. enter'd into a strict League with him, depring to set the Marquis of Vincola, his Bastard Son, upon the Throne of Ireland. Thomas Stukely, who for fome Reafon, (but what is not recorded) had fled from England, his Native Country,

joyn'd

joyn’d the Pope, and pretended such Interest in Ireland, that his Holiness gave him the

Title of Marquis of Lemster, Earl of Wexford and Cartelogh, Viscount Morogh, and Baron of Rosse, and Command of Eight hundred Italian Soldiers, who were to be employ'd in the Conquest of that Kingdom. As Religion was made the Pretence, the Expedition was to be commanded in chief by the great Bigot of those Days Don Sebastian, King of Portugal, a Priestridden Monarch, whose Education had been intrusted to a Yefuit, and who had been taught, that to plant the Roman Ro ligion with Fire and Sword was the grand Business of a believing Prince. Stukely therefore with his Eight

hundred Men faild to Portugal to joyn his Commander, but he was at that time taken up with other Views, and deßgn’d an Expedition nearer Home; for he was raisng an Army to preach the Gospel in Morocco. Nor was there a Pretence wanting for carrying on this War; for after the Death of Abdalla, King of Morocco, Muley Mahomet his Son, had caus'd himself to be proclaim'd King; upon this Muley Moluc, his Uncle, rais'dan Army against him, alledging, that pursuant to the Laws of the Cheriffs the King's Brothers ought to ascend the Throne before his Sons, and Mahomet being overthrown in three pitch'd Battles, fled to Portugal, where having represented his Cafe

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