Earl Bothwell
Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scottlande!
Ffor thou hast eu er wrought by a sleight;
For the worthyest prince tha t cuer was borne,
You hauged vnder a cloud by night.
The Queene of France a letter wrote,
And sealed itt w i th hart and ringe,
And bade him come Scottland w i thin,
And shee wold marry him and crowne him k ing .
To be a k ing , itt is a pleasant thing,
To bee a prince vnto a peere;
But you haue heard, and so haue I too,
A man may well by gold to deere.
There was an Italyan in that place,
Was as wel beloned as euer was hee;
Lo rd David was his name,
Chamberlaine vnto the queene was hee.
Ffor if the king had risen forth of his place,
He wold haue sitt him downe in the cheare,
And tho itt beseemed him not soe well,
Altho the king had beene p re sent there.
Some lords in Scottland waxed wonderous wroth.
And quarrelld w i th him for the nonce;
I shall you tell how itt beffell;
Twelue daggers were in him all att once.
When this queene see the chamberlaine was slaine,
For him her cheeks shee did weete,
And made a vow for a twelue month and a day
The k ing and shee wold not come in one sheete.
Then some of the lo rd s of Scottland waxed wrothe,
And made their vow vehementlye,
" For death of the queenes chamberlaine
The k ing himselfe he shall dye."
They strowed his chamber ou er w i th gun powder,
And layd greene rushes in his way;
Ffor the traitors thought tha t night
The worthy king for to betray.
To bedd the worthy k ing made him bowne,
To take his rest, tha t was his desire;
He was nue sooner cast on sleepe,
But his chamber was on a blasing fyer.
Vp he lope, and a glasse window broke,
He had thirty foote for to ffall;
L ord Bodwell kept a priuy wach
Vnderneath his castle-wall:
" Who haue wee heere?" sayd L ord Bodwell;
" Answer me, now I doe call."
" K ing Henery the Eighth my vuckle was;
Some pitty show for his sweet sake!
Ah, L ord Bodwell, I know thee well;
Some pitty on me I pray thee take!"
" I 'le pitty thee as much," he sayd,
" And as much favor I 'le show to thee
As thou had on the queene's chamberlaine
Tha t day thou deemedst him to dye."
Through halls and towers this k ing they ledd,
Through castles and towers tha t were hye,
Through an arbor into an orchard,
And there hanged him in a peare tree.
When the gou er nor of Scottland he heard tell
Tha t the worthye king he was slaine,
He hath banished the queene soe bitterlye
Tha t in Scottland shee dare not remaine.
But shee is ffled into merry England,
And Scottland to a side hath laine,
And through the Queene of Englands good grace
Now in England shee doth remaine.
Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scottlande!
Ffor thou hast eu er wrought by a sleight;
For the worthyest prince tha t euer was borne,
You hanged vnder a cloud by night.
The Queene of France a letter wrote,
And sealed itt w i th hart and ringe,
And bade him come Scottland w i thin,
And shee wold marry him and crowne him k ing .
To be a k ing , itt is a pleasant thing,
To bee a prince vnto a peere;
But you haue heard, and so haue I too,
A man may well by gold to deere.
There was an Italyan in that place,
Was as wel beloued as euer was hee;
L ord David was his name,
Chamberlaine vnto the queene was hee.
Ffor if the king had risen forth of his place,
He wold haue sitt him downe in the cheare,
And tho itt beseemed him not soe well,
Altho the king had beene p re sent there.
Some lords in Scottland waxed wonderous wroth,
And quarrelld w i th him for the nonce;
I shall you tell how itt beffell,
Twelue daggers were in him all att once.
When this queene see the chamberlaine was slaine,
For him her cheeks shee did weete,
And made a vow for a twelue month and a day
The k ing and shee wold not come in one sheete.
Then some of the l ord s of Scottland waxed wrothe,
And made their vow vehementlye,
" For death of the queenes chamberlaine
The k ing himselfe he shall dye."
They strowed his chamber ou er w i th gunpowder,
And layd greene rushes in his way;
Ffor the traitors thought tha t night
The worthy king for to betray.
To bedd the worthy k ing made him bowne,
To take his rest, tha t was his desire;
He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,
But his chamber was on a blasing fyer.
Vp he lope, and a glasse window broke,
He had thirty foote for to ffall;
Lo rd Bodwell kept a priuy wach
Vnderneath his castle-wall:
" Who haue wee heere?" sayd Lo rd Bodwell;
" Answer me, now I doe call."
" K ing Henery the Eighth my vnckle was;
Some pitty show for his sweet sake!
Ah, Lo rd Bodwell, I know thee well;
Some pitty on me I pray thee take!"
" I 'le pitty thee as much," he sayd,
" And as much favor I 'le show to thee
As thou had on the queene's chamberlaine
Tha t day thou deemedst him to dye."
Through halls and towers this k ing they ledd,
Through castles and towers tha t were hye,
Through an arbor into an orchard,
And there hanged him in a peare tree.
When the gou er nor of Scottland he heard tell
Tha t the worthye king he was slaine,
He hath banished the queene soe bitterlye
Tha t in Scottland shee dare not remaine.
But shee is ffled into merry England,
And Scottland to a side hath laine,
And through the Queene of Englands good grace
Now in England shee doth remaine.
Ffor thou hast eu er wrought by a sleight;
For the worthyest prince tha t cuer was borne,
You hauged vnder a cloud by night.
The Queene of France a letter wrote,
And sealed itt w i th hart and ringe,
And bade him come Scottland w i thin,
And shee wold marry him and crowne him k ing .
To be a k ing , itt is a pleasant thing,
To bee a prince vnto a peere;
But you haue heard, and so haue I too,
A man may well by gold to deere.
There was an Italyan in that place,
Was as wel beloned as euer was hee;
Lo rd David was his name,
Chamberlaine vnto the queene was hee.
Ffor if the king had risen forth of his place,
He wold haue sitt him downe in the cheare,
And tho itt beseemed him not soe well,
Altho the king had beene p re sent there.
Some lords in Scottland waxed wonderous wroth.
And quarrelld w i th him for the nonce;
I shall you tell how itt beffell;
Twelue daggers were in him all att once.
When this queene see the chamberlaine was slaine,
For him her cheeks shee did weete,
And made a vow for a twelue month and a day
The k ing and shee wold not come in one sheete.
Then some of the lo rd s of Scottland waxed wrothe,
And made their vow vehementlye,
" For death of the queenes chamberlaine
The k ing himselfe he shall dye."
They strowed his chamber ou er w i th gun powder,
And layd greene rushes in his way;
Ffor the traitors thought tha t night
The worthy king for to betray.
To bedd the worthy k ing made him bowne,
To take his rest, tha t was his desire;
He was nue sooner cast on sleepe,
But his chamber was on a blasing fyer.
Vp he lope, and a glasse window broke,
He had thirty foote for to ffall;
L ord Bodwell kept a priuy wach
Vnderneath his castle-wall:
" Who haue wee heere?" sayd L ord Bodwell;
" Answer me, now I doe call."
" K ing Henery the Eighth my vuckle was;
Some pitty show for his sweet sake!
Ah, L ord Bodwell, I know thee well;
Some pitty on me I pray thee take!"
" I 'le pitty thee as much," he sayd,
" And as much favor I 'le show to thee
As thou had on the queene's chamberlaine
Tha t day thou deemedst him to dye."
Through halls and towers this k ing they ledd,
Through castles and towers tha t were hye,
Through an arbor into an orchard,
And there hanged him in a peare tree.
When the gou er nor of Scottland he heard tell
Tha t the worthye king he was slaine,
He hath banished the queene soe bitterlye
Tha t in Scottland shee dare not remaine.
But shee is ffled into merry England,
And Scottland to a side hath laine,
And through the Queene of Englands good grace
Now in England shee doth remaine.
Woe worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scottlande!
Ffor thou hast eu er wrought by a sleight;
For the worthyest prince tha t euer was borne,
You hanged vnder a cloud by night.
The Queene of France a letter wrote,
And sealed itt w i th hart and ringe,
And bade him come Scottland w i thin,
And shee wold marry him and crowne him k ing .
To be a k ing , itt is a pleasant thing,
To bee a prince vnto a peere;
But you haue heard, and so haue I too,
A man may well by gold to deere.
There was an Italyan in that place,
Was as wel beloued as euer was hee;
L ord David was his name,
Chamberlaine vnto the queene was hee.
Ffor if the king had risen forth of his place,
He wold haue sitt him downe in the cheare,
And tho itt beseemed him not soe well,
Altho the king had beene p re sent there.
Some lords in Scottland waxed wonderous wroth,
And quarrelld w i th him for the nonce;
I shall you tell how itt beffell,
Twelue daggers were in him all att once.
When this queene see the chamberlaine was slaine,
For him her cheeks shee did weete,
And made a vow for a twelue month and a day
The k ing and shee wold not come in one sheete.
Then some of the l ord s of Scottland waxed wrothe,
And made their vow vehementlye,
" For death of the queenes chamberlaine
The k ing himselfe he shall dye."
They strowed his chamber ou er w i th gunpowder,
And layd greene rushes in his way;
Ffor the traitors thought tha t night
The worthy king for to betray.
To bedd the worthy k ing made him bowne,
To take his rest, tha t was his desire;
He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,
But his chamber was on a blasing fyer.
Vp he lope, and a glasse window broke,
He had thirty foote for to ffall;
Lo rd Bodwell kept a priuy wach
Vnderneath his castle-wall:
" Who haue wee heere?" sayd Lo rd Bodwell;
" Answer me, now I doe call."
" K ing Henery the Eighth my vnckle was;
Some pitty show for his sweet sake!
Ah, Lo rd Bodwell, I know thee well;
Some pitty on me I pray thee take!"
" I 'le pitty thee as much," he sayd,
" And as much favor I 'le show to thee
As thou had on the queene's chamberlaine
Tha t day thou deemedst him to dye."
Through halls and towers this k ing they ledd,
Through castles and towers tha t were hye,
Through an arbor into an orchard,
And there hanged him in a peare tree.
When the gou er nor of Scottland he heard tell
Tha t the worthye king he was slaine,
He hath banished the queene soe bitterlye
Tha t in Scottland shee dare not remaine.
But shee is ffled into merry England,
And Scottland to a side hath laine,
And through the Queene of Englands good grace
Now in England shee doth remaine.
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