Soft Tears bedimn'd his noble Sight, With that, this noble Knight of Fame Until he to the Bower came, Which was both rich and gay: Then with her Fingers, long and small, And as she did to reading fall At first, you might behold The Smiles of pleasant sweet Delight, But e're she had concluded quite, She wrung her Hands, and cry'd: Why did you boaft beyond your Bounds, When Oxford you did fee? You might have talk'd of Hawks and Hounds, And never bragg'd of me. When by the King I am defil'd, My Father's Griefs begin; He'll have no Comfort of his Child, Go, fetch me down my Planet-Book For in the fame I mean to look, The Planet-Book to her they brought, And laid it on her Knee; She found that all would come to nought, For poifon'd she should be. I curfe I curse you, Brother, then she cry'd, I might have been fome Lord's fair Bride, With that, the call'd her Waiting-Maid, Some rid before her, to report As the approach'd the Royal Court, A Garland o're her Head they bore, And as the came the King before, With Blushes then she did befeech To grace my Royal Bed: Blush not, my faireft Rofamond; No Lady in this Court of mine Can purchase thy Defert; Whose pleasant Looks, and Charms divine, Have won my Royal Heart. The Gifts and Presents of a King, Thinking there was not any Thing Like Royal Dignity. B 4 But But as her bright and golden Scene The News was carry'd to the Queen At which she was enraged fo She felt the Fury of the Queen, The angry Queen, with Malice fraught, Till the fair Rofamond had brought The sweet and charming precious Rofe, But when she to the Bower came, She could not find the Way; Unto the Queen; who laid her dead, E're she was fatisfy'd. Alas! it was no fmall Surprize To Rofamond the fair, When Death appear'd before her Eyes, No faithful Friend was there, Who could stand up in her Defence, So, by the Hands of Violence, O moft renowned, gracious Queen, I wish that I had never feen And now, upon my bended Knees, I will not pardon you, fhe cry'd; And you may well be fatisfy'd; Then, with her fair and milk-white Hand, Which being drank, she could not stand, But foon the World forfook. Now when the King was well inform'd His Breast he fmote, in wrath he storm'd, Besides his Senses; and he swore, For this inhuman Deed, He never would bed with her more ; The King did not stand pausing long, Where the lay Six and twenty Years, Bathed in Floods of weeping Tears, Now when her Son he did fucceed B 5 And |