Upon the lute Sweet-William play'd, Which made the old man to rejoice: "My father was as brave a lord As ever Europe did afford, My husband was a valiant knight. And I myself a lady gay, Had not more pleasure at command. I had my music every day, But now, alas! my husband's dead, At last the king from hunting came, 70 80 90 What news, what news, old man? quoth he; What news hast thou to tell to me? Brave news, the old man he did say, "If this be true thou tell'st to me But when the king the truth had found, Therefore the king, without delay, And then, for fear of further strife, The like before was never seen A serving-man to be a queen. 100 110 XXXIV. THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD; OR, THE NORFOLK GENTLEMANS LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT, -appears to have been written in 1595, being entered in that year on the stationers books. Now ponder well, you parents dear, The words which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light: A gentleman, of good account, In Norfolk liv'd of late, Whose wealth and riches did surmount Sore sick he was, and like to die, No help then he could have; His wife by him as sick did lie, And both possess'd one grave. No love between these two was lost, In love they lived, in love they died, And left two babes behind: [V. 10. that.] 10 The one a fine and pretty boy, Not passing three years old: The other a girl, more young than he, And made in beautys mould. The father left his little son, As plainly doth appear, When he to perfect age should come, And to his little daughter Jane Ere they to age should come, For so the will did run. Now, brother, said the dying man, Look to my children dear; Be good unto my boy and girl, No friends else I have here: To god and you I do commend My children, night and day; But little while, be sure, we have, 20 30 With that bespake their mother dear, You are the man must bring our babes And if you keep them carefully, "God bless you both, my children dear." These speeches then their brother spoke To this sick couple there: The keeping of your children dear, Sweet sister do not fear; God never prosper me nor mine, Nor ought else that I have, Their parents being dead and gone, And brings them home unto his house, He had not kept these pretty babes 70 60 |