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Grandson to the Earl of Hertford, privatelywooed and marry'd this Lady; but as this Family was also related to the Crown, young Seymour was the most dangerous Person she could marry; for a distant Claim to the Throne, in good Politicks, is Treason. The Match was no sooner discover'd, but Seymour was committed to the Tower, and Lady Arabella confin’d in her own House at Highgate. However, they were not so strictly observ'd but they found Means of corresponding together, and concluded to make their Escape beyond Sea. Accordingly Sir Williamdisguising himself, and leaving his Man in his Bed, that the Keeper might not miss him till the next Day, came to the Place appointed, and she also found the Meansof escaping from her House in Man's Apparel, but staying long beyond the limited time, and he apprchensive that she was taken, and would discover him too, made the best of his way, leaving Word for her that he was gone to Dunkirk, where he would wait her coming; but her very fears betray'd her, and hinder'd her following him so fast as she ought to have done, so that being retaken she was committed to the Tower, where, on the 27th of September, 1615, she dy'd, and was privately bury'd at Westminster, in the Jame Vault with Mary Queen of Scots. She dead, Sir William Seymour having obtain'd leave to return home, was marry'd


to Frances, Daughter of the Earl of Essex, and after his Grandfather's Death heinherited the Title of Earl, and was afterwards created Marquis of Hertford, and from him is descended one of our present noblest Families.

SI to Ireland did pass,

I saw a Ship at Anchor lay, Another Ship likewise there was,

Which from fair England took her way.


This Ship that fail'd from fair England,

Unknown unto our Gracious King, The Lord Chief Justice did command,

That they to London should her bring.

I then drew near, and saw more plain,

Lady Arabella in Distress,
She wrung her Hands, and wept amain,

Bewailing of her Heaviness.

When near fair London Tower she came,

Whereas her landing Place should be, The King and Queen with all their Train,

Did meet this Lady gallantly.

How now, Arabella, said our good King,

Unto this Lady strait did say,
Who hath first ty'd thee to this thing,

That you from England took your way?

None but my self, my Gracious Liege,

These ten long Years I've been in Love With the Lord Seymour's second Son,

The Earl of Hertford so we prove :


Full many a Hundred Pound I had

In Goods and Livings in the Land, Yet I have Lands us to maintain,

So much your Grace doth understand :

My Lands and Livings so well known

Unto your Books of Majesty,
Amount to Twelvescore Pound a Week,

Besides what I do give, quoth she.

In gallant Derbyshire likewise,

I Ninescore Beadsmen maintain there, With Hats and Gowns and House Rentfree,

And every Man five Marks a Year.

I never raised Rent, said she,

Nor yet opprefs'd the Tennant poor, I never did take Bribes for Fines,

For why, I had enough before.

Whom of your Nobles will do so,

For to maintain the Commonalty ? Such Multitudes would never grow,

Nor be such store of Poverty.

I would I had a Milk-Maid been,

Or born of some more low Degree, Then I might have lov'd where I like,

And no Man could have hinder'd me.

Or would I were some Yeoman's Child,

For to receive my Portion now, According unto my Degree,

As other Virgins whom I know. The highest Branch that foars aloft,

Needs must beshade the Myrtle-tree, Needs must the Shadow of them both,

Shadow the third in his Degree.


But when the Tree is cut and gone,

And from the Ground is bore away, The lowest Tree that there doth stand,

In time may grow as high as they. Once too I might have been a Queen,

But that I ever did deny, I knew your Grace had right to th' Crown,

Before Elizabeth did dye.
You of the eldest Sifter came,

I of the second in Degree,
The Earl of Hartford of the third,

A Man of Royal Blood was he.
And so Good night, my Sovereign Leige,

Since in the Tower I must lye,
I hope your Grace will condescend,

That I may have my Liberty.

Lady Arabella, said the King,

I to your Freedom would consent, If you would turn and go to Church,

There to receive the Sacrament.

And so Good-night, Arabella fair,

Our King reply'd to her again,
I will take Counsel of my Nobility,

That you your Freedom may obtain.
Once more to Prison must I go,

Lady Arabella then did say,
To leave my Love breeds all my Woe,

The which will be my Life's decay.
Love is a Knot none can unknit,

Fancy a liking of the Heart, Him whom I love I can't forget,

Though from his Presence I must part.

The meanest People enjoy their Mates,

But I was born unhappily,
For being cross'd by cruel Fates,

I want both Love and Liberty.
But Death, I hope, will end the Strife ;

Farewel, farewel, my Love, quoth she,
Once I had thought to have been thy Wife,

But now am forc'd to part with thee. At this fad Meeting she had Cause,

In Heart and Mind to grieve full sore, After that time Arabella fair,

Did never see Lord Seymour more.


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