And how he had a traiterous Will

His State to overthrow.

The Duke of Hereford then in hafte
Was fent for to the King,

And by the Lords, in order plac'd,
Examin'd of each thing;

Who being guiltless of this Crime,
Which was against him laid;
The Duke of Norfolk at that time
These Words unto him said,

How canft thou with a fhameless Face
Deny a Truth fo ftout;

And here before his Royal Grace
So falfly face it out?

Did not these wicked Treasons pafs,
When we together were,

How that the King unworthy was
The Royal Crown to bear?
Wherefore, my gracious Lord, quoth he
And you his noble Peers,
To whom I wish long Life to be,
With many happy Years;

I do pronounce before you all,

This treacherous Lord that's here

A Traytor to our noble King,

As Time shall fhew it clear.
The Duke of Hereford hearing that,
In Mind was grieved much,
And did return this Anfwer flat,

Which did Duke Norfolk touch:
The term of Traytor, truthless Duke,
In Scorn and great Disdain,
With flat Defiance to thy Face,
I do return again.

And therefore if it please your Grace

to grant me Leave, quoth he, To combate with my deadly Foe, That here accufseth me;

I do not doubt but plainly prove,
That like a perjur'd Knight,

He hath moft falfly fought my Shame,
Against all Truth and Right.
The King did grant this juft Request,
And did therewith agree,
At Coventry in August next

This Combat fought fhould be.
The Dukes on fturdy Steeds full ftout,
In Coats of Steel moft bright,
With Spears in Refts, did enter Lifts,
This Combat fierce to fight.
The King then caft his Warden down,
Commanding them to stay,

And with his Lords he Counsel took,
To ftint that mortal Fray;

At length unto thefe noble Dukes
The King of Heralds came,
And unto them with lofty Speech
This Sentence did proclaim,
Sir Henry Bullenbrook, this Day,
The Duke of Hereford here,"
And Thomas Mewbry, Norfolk Duke,
Valiantly did appear:

And having in honourable fort,
Repaired to this Place,

Our noble King for special Cause
Hath alter'd thus the Cafe:

Firft, Henry Duke of Hereford,
E'er fifteen Days be paft,

Shall part the Realm on pain of Death,
While ten Years space doth laft.
And Thomas Duke of Norfolk now,
That hath begun this Strife,
And thereof no good Proof can bring,
I fay for Term of Life;

By Judgment of our Sovereign Lord,
Which now in Place doth ftand,

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For

For evermore 1 banish thee,
Out of thy Native Land:
Charging thee on Pain of Death,
When fifteen Days are past,
Thou never tread on English Ground,
So long as Life doth laft.

Thus they were fworn before the King,
Ere they did further pass,

The one should never come in place
Where-as the other was.

Then both the Dukes with heavy Hearts
Were parted presently,

Their uncouth Streams of froward Chance In Foreign Lands to try.

The Duke of Norfolk coming then

Where he would Shipping take, The bitter Tears fell down his Cheeks, And thus his Moan did make : Now let me Sigh and Sob my fill, Ere I from hence depart,

That inward Pangs with speed may burst
My fore afflicted Heart.

Oh curfed Man! whofe loathed Life
Is held fo much in fcorn,

Whose Company is clean defpis'd,

And left as one forlorn:

Now take thy leave and laft adieu

Of this thy Country dear,
Which never more thou must behold,

Nor yet approach it near.

Now happy fhould I count my self,
If Death my Heart had torn:
That I might have my Bones entomb'd,
Where I was bred and born:
Or that by Neptune's wrathful Rage
I might be preft to dye,

Whilft that sweet England's pleasant Banks
Did ftand before mine Eye.

How sweet a Scent hath English Ground

Within my Senses now?

How fair unto my outward fight

Seems ev'ry Branch and Bough?

The Fields and Flowers, the Streets and Stones,

Seem fuch unto my Mind, *- 'gor That in all other Countries fure,

The like I ne'er fhall find.

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O that the Sun with fhining Face
Would ftay his Steed by ftrength,..
That this fame Day might stretched be
To twenty Years in length:
And that the true performing Tide
Her hafty Course would stay;

That Aölus would never yield
To bear me hence away.

That by the Fountain of my Eyes
The Fields might watered be,

That I might grave my grievous Plaint
Upon each springing Tree:

But Time, I fee, with Eagle's Wings
So fwift doth fly away;
And dusky Clouds begin to dim
The brightness of the Day:
The fatal Hour draweth on,

The Winds and Tides agree;

And now, fweet England, overfoon
I must depart from thee: cu
The Mariners have hoifed Sail, o
And call to catch me in,

And now in woful Heart I feel

My Torments to begin.

Wherefore farewel for evermore,

Sweet England, unto thee;

But farewel all my Friends, which

Again shall never feed quive flaisa' gle
And England here I kiss thy Ground,
Upon my bended Knee,

Whereby to fhew to all the World

How dearly I love thee.

This being faid, away he went,
As Fortune did him guide,

And at the length with Grief of Heart
In Venice there he dy'd.

The noble Duke in doleful fort

Did lead his Life in France;
And at the laft the mighty Lord
Did him full high advance,
The Lords of England afterwards
Did fend for him again,
While that King Richard at the Wars
In Ireland did remain:

Who, by the vile and great Abuse
Which through his Deeds did fpring,
Depofed was, and then the Duke
Was truly crowned King.

An Ancient Paftoral Song.

PON a Down where Shepherds keep,
Piping pleafant Lays,

Two Country Maids were keeping Sheep,
And sweetly chanted Roundelays:
Three Shepherds, each an Oaten-Reed,
Blaming Cupid's cruel Wrong,
Unto thefe rural Nymphs agreed
To keep a tuneful Under-Song.
And fo they were in number five,
Mufick's number sweet,

And we the like let us contrive,

To fing their Song in order meet;
Fair Phyllis's Part I take to me,
She 'gainst loving Hinds complains;