In this fad Distress,

Quoth this Royal Lady, Who can now express,

What will become of me?

To my Father's Court

Never will I wander,

But fome Service feek,

Where I may placed be.

Whilft fhe thus made her Moan,
Weeping all alone,

In this deep and deadly Fear,

A Forrester all in green,

Most comely to be seen,

Ranging the Wood did find her there, Round be fet with Sorrow,

Fair Maid, quoth he, good Morrow,

What hard Hap has brought you here.

Harder Hap did never

Chance to Maiden ever,

Here lies flain my Brother dear.

Where might I be plac'd,

Gentle Forrester tell me,

Where might I procure
A Service in my Need?
Pains will. I not spare,
But will do my Duty,
Eafe me of my Care,

Help my extream Need.

The Forrester all amazed,

On her Beauty gazed,

"Till his Heart was fet on fire:

If, fair Maid (quoth he)

You will go with me,

You shall have your Heart's defire ; He brought her to his Mother,

And above all other

He fet forth this Maiden's Praise; Long was his Heart inflamed,.

At length her Love he gained,

So Fortune did his Glory raife.

Thus

Thus unknown he match'd

With the King's fair Daughter, Children feven he had,

E'er fhe to him was known : But when he understood

She was a Royal Princess,

By this Means at last

He fhew'd forth her Fame : He cloath'd his Children then Not like to other Men,

In Party-colours ftrange to fee, The Right fide Cloth of Gold, The Left fide to behold,

Of Woollen Cloth ftill framed he: Men thereat did wonder,

Golden Fame did thunder

This ftrange Deed in every Place: The King of France came thither, Being pleasant Weather,

In these Woods the Hart to chafe.

The Children there did ftand,
As their Mother willed,
Where the Royal King

Muft of force come by;
Their Mother richly clad
In fair Crimson Velvet,
Their Father all in Grey,
Most comely to the Eye.
When this famous King,

Noting every thing,

Did ask how he durft be fo bold,

To let his Wife to wear,

And deck his Children there,

In coftly Robes of Pearl and Gold: The Forrefter boldly replied,

And the Caufe defcried,

And to the King he thus did fay,
Well may they, by their Mother,
Wear rich Cloaths with other,
Being by Birth a Princess gay.

The

The King, upon these Words,
More heedfully beheld them,
'Till a crimson Blush

His Conceit did cross:
The more I look, quoth he,
On thy Wife and Children,
The more I call to Mind

The Daughter whom I loft.
I am that Child, quoth fhe,
Falling on her Knee,

Pardon me my Sovereign Liege.

The King perceiving this,

His Daughter dear did kifs,

'Till joyful Tears did ftop his Speech.

With his Train he turned,

And with her fojourned;

Strait he dubb'd her Husband Knight,

He made him Earl of Flanders,

One of his chief Commanders.

Thus were their Sorrows put to flight.

The

The Life and Death of the famous

Thomas Stukely, an English Gal

lant in the Time of Queen

Eliza

To the Tune of, King Henry's going to Bulloign, &C.

The former Part of this Song is fo confin'd to Particulars, that it cannot be expected Hiftorians fhould have taken Notice of any of thefe Facts; but I am furpriz'd that amongst the Crimes our Poet has charg'd Stukely with, he has not taken Notice of the most heinous; Treafon against his Queen and Country: For the King of Spain enrag'd that Queen Elizabeth Should protect the Dutch, who had lately revolted from the Spanish Government, took Care to encourage the Rebels in Ireland, and Pope Gregory XIII. enter'd into a ftrict League with him, defiring to fet the Marquis of Vincola, his Baftard Son, upon the Throne of Ireland. Thomas Stukely, who for Jome Reafon, (but what is not recorded) had fled from England, his Native Country, joyn'd

joyn'd the Pope, and pretended fuch Interest in Ireland, that his Holiness gave him the Title of Marquis of Lemfter, Earl of Wexford and Cartelogh, Viscount Morogh, and Baron of Roffe, and Command of Eight hundred Italian Soldiers, who were to be employ'd in the Conqueft of that Kingdom. As Religion was made the Pretence, the Expedition was to be commanded in chief by the great Bigot of thofe Days Don Sebaftian, King of Portugal, a Priestridden Monarch, whofe Education had been intrufted to a Fefuit, and who had been taught, that to plant the Roman Religion with Fire and Sword was the grand Bufinefs of a believing Prince. Stukely therefore with his Eight hundred Men fail'd to Portugal to joyn his Commander, but he was at that time taken up with other Views, and defign'd an Expedition nearer Home; for he was raising an Army to preach the Gospel in Morocco. Nor was there a Pretence wanting for carrying on this War; for after the Death of Abdalla, King of Morocco, Muley Mahomet his Son, had caus'd himself to be proclaim'd King; upon this Muley Moluc, his Uncle, rais'd an Army against him, alledging, that purfuant to the Laws of the Cheriffs the King's Brothers ought to afcend the Throne before his Sons, and Mahomet being overthrown in three pitch'd Battles, fled to Portugal, where having reprefented his Cafe

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