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A London 'Prentice still
Shall prove as good a Man,
Do all the best you can.
A Box upon the Ear,
As plainly doth appear.
I am no English Boy,
The Prince of Turks destroy.
His Son so strangely flain, His Soul was fore afflicted
With more than mortal Pain ; And in Revenge thereof,
He swore that he should dye The cruel'st Death that ever Man
Beheld with mortal Eye. Two Lyons were prepar'd
This 'Prentice to devour, Near familh'd up with Hunger,
Ten Days within the Tower,
And eager of their Prey,
Upon this dreadful Day.
At length grew near at hand,
And Barons of the Land, Attended on the King,
To see this 'Prentice slain, And bury'd in the hungry Maws
Of those fierce Lyons twain.
Then in his Shirt of Cambrick,
With Silks most richly wrought, This worthy London Prentice
Was from the Prison brought, And to the Lyons given
To staunch their Hunger great, Which had not eat in ten Days space
Not one small Bit of Meat.
The Matter so contriv'd,
They were of Life depriv'd;
They scarcely could withstand The noble Force, and Fortitude,
And Courage of his Hand: For when the hungry Lyons,
Had cast on him their Eyes, The Elements did thunder
With the Eccho of their Cryes;
His Body to devour,
With all his Might and Power :
Their Hearts he tore in sunder, And at the King he threw them,
To all the People's Wonder:
For lovely England's sake,
Much more will undertake.
His wrothful Lyons Hearts, Afflicted with great Terror,
His Rigour foon reverts,
And turned all his Hate
Into Remorse and Love, And said, It is fome Angel
Sent down from Heav'n above. No, no, I am no Angel,
The courteous young Man said, But born in famous England,
Where God's Word is obey'd ; Aflifted by the Heavens,
Who did me thus befriend, Or else they had most cruelly
Brought here my Life to end. The King, in Heart amazed,
Lift up his Eyes to Heaven, And for his foul Offences
Did crave to be forgiven; Believing that no Land
Like England may be seen,
By virtue of a Queen.
He pardon'd him his Life,
To be his wedded Wife;
And live in quiet Peace,
In Joy and Love's Increase.
XXVII. The true Lovers Knot un
tied: Being the right Path whereby to advise Princely Virgins how to behave themselves, by the Example of the
Renowned Princess, the Lady Arabella, and the Second Son of the Lord Seymour, late Earl of Hertford.
To the Tune of Frog's Galliard, ôvс.
The Lady Arabella Stuart, the Heroine of the
following Song (whose Adventures none of our general Historians have at length recorded, few have touch'd upon) was dowbly related to King James the First, in whose Reign se dy'd, for they both sprang from Margaret, the eldest Daughter of King Henry the Seventh, who by her first Husband King James the Fourth of Scotland, had James the Fifth, Father to Mary Queen of Scots, the Mother of James the First of England, and several other Children, whose Names, being foreign to my Purpose, I shall take no Notice of ; after the Death of her first Husband
she marry'd Archibald Douglaffe, Earl of Agnus, by
whom she had a Daughter calld Margaret, who taking to Husband Matthew Earl of Lenox, bore him three Sons, of whom the youngest, Charles, (afterwards Earl of Lenox) was Father to Lady Arabella. Nor was this all, for Mary Queen of Scots, after the Death of her first Husband Francis the Second, of France, was marry'd to Henry Lord Darley, (second Son of Matthew Earl of Lenox, by the Lady Margaret, an elder Brother of Charles Stuart, the Lady Arabella's Father) by whom she had King James. When this Monarch came to the Crown of England, he had some Reason to be jealous of this Lady, not only because of her near Relation to him, but the very first Conspiracy, form’d against King James, was in favour of this Lady, tho' utterly ignorant of it, for the Papists hoping for a Change of Religion, and the disgraced Statesmen for a Change of Government, secretly plotted to make away with King James, and to proclaim the Lady Arabella Queen: However, the Conspiracy was discover'd, the Chief executed, and Arabella prov'd Innocent; but certain it is, their Dengn might have rais'd some ambitious Thoughts in her, which otherwise would not have had Birth; and it was good Policy to take care se should not strengthen her self by too powerful an Alliance. Mean while Sir William Seymour, Son to the Lord Beauchamp, and