A lamentable Ditty composed vpon the Death of Robert Lord Devereux, late Earle of Essex, who was be­headed in the Tower of London, on Ashwenesday in the morning, 1600. To the tune of Welladay

SWéet Englands pride is gone,
welladay, welladay,
Which makes her sigh and grone
euermore still:
He did her fame aduance,
in Ireland Spaine, and France,
And now by dismall chance,
is from vs tane.
He was a vertuous Péere,
welladay, welladay,
And was estéemed deare,
euermore still:
He alwayes helpt the poore.
which makes them sigh ful sore
His death they doe deplore,
in euery place.
Braue honour grac'd him still.
gallantly, gallantly,
He nere did déed of ill,
well it is knowne,
But Enuy that foule fiend,
whose malice nere did end,
Hath brought true vertues friend
vnto his thrall.
At Tilt he did surpasse,
gallantly gallantly,
All men that is and was
euermore still:
One day as it was séene,
in honour of our Quéene,
Such déeds hath nere bin seene,
as he did doe.
Abroad and eke at home,
gallantly, gallantly,
For valour there was none,
like him before.
In Ireland, France, and Spaine,
they fear'd great Essex name,
And England lou'd the same,
in euery place.
But all would not preuaile,
welladay, welladay,
His déeds did not auaile,
more was the pitty:
He was condem'd to die,
for treason certainly,
But God that sits on high,
kneweth all things.
That Sunday in the morne,
welladay, welladay,
That he to the Citie came,
with all his troups:
That first began the strife
and caus'd him lose his life,
And others did the like,
as well as he,
Yet her Princely Maiesty,
graciously, graciously,
Hath pardon giuen frée,
to many of them:
She hath releas'd them quite,
and giuen them their right,
They may pray day and night,
God to defend her.
Shrevesunday in the night,
welladay welladay,
With a heauy hearted sprite.
as it is said:
The Lieutenant of the Tower,
who kept him in his power
At ten a Cloke that houre,
to him did come.
And said vnto him there
mournefully, mournefully,
My Lord you must prepare,
to dye to morrow.
Gods will be done quoth he,
yet shall you strangely sée,
God strong in me to be,
though I am weake.
I pray you pray for me,
welladay, welladay,
That God may strengthen me,
against that houre:
Then straightway he did call
to the Guard vnder the wall
And did intreat them all
for him to pray.
For to morrow is the day,
welladay, welladay,
That I the dept must pay,
which I doe owe:
It is my life I meane,
which I must pay my Quéene
Euen so hath Iustice giuen,
that I must dye.
In the morning was he brought
welladay, welladay,
Where a Scaffold was set vp
within the Tower:
Many Lords were present then,
with other Gentlemen,
Which were appointed then,
to sée him die.
You Noble Lords quoth he,
welladay, welladay,
That must the witnesse be,
of this my death:
Know I neuer lou'd Papistry,
but still did it defie,
And Essex thus will dye,
here in this place,
I haue a sinner béene,
welladay, welladay,
Yet neuer wrong'd my Quéene,
in all my life:
My God I did offend,
which grieues me at my end,
May all the rest amend,
I doe forgiue them.
To the State I nere ment ill,
welladay, welladay,
Neither wisht the Commons ill,
in all my life:
But lou'd all with my heart,
and alwayes tooke their part,
Whereas there was desart,
in any place
Then mildly did he craue,
mournefully, mournefully,
He might that sauour haue,
priuate to pray:
He then praid heartily,
and with great feruency,
To God that sits on hie,
for to receiue him.
And then he praid againe,
mournfully, mournfully,
God to preserue his Quéene
from all her foes:
And send her long to raigne,
true Iustice to maintaine,
And not to let proud Spaine.
once to offend her.
His Gowne he slipt off then
welladay, welladay,
And put off his hat and band,
and hung them by:
Praying still continually,
to God that sits on hie,
That he might patiently,
there suffer death.
My headsman that must be,
then said he chearefully,
Let him come here to me,
that I may him sée,
Who l [...]led to him then,
art thou quoth he the man,
Which art appointed now,
my life to frée.
Yes my Lord did he say,
welladay, welladay,
Forgiue me, I you pray,
for this your death,
I here doe you forgiue,
and may true Iustice liue,
No foule crime to forgiue,
within their place.
Then he knéeled downe againe,
mournfully, mournfully,
And was required by some
there standing by
To forgiue his enemies,
before death close his eyes,
Which he did in hearty wise,
thanking them for it.
That they would remember him
welladay, welladay,
That he might forgiue all them
that had him wrong'd,
Now my Lords I take my leaue,
swéet Christ my soule receiue,
Now when you will prepare,
for I am ready.
He laid his head on the bloke
welladay, welladay,
But his Doublet let the stroake,
some there did say;
What must be done quoth he,
shall be done presently,
Then his doublet off put he,
and lay downe againe.
Then his headsman did his part
cruelly, cruelly,
He was neuer seene to start,
for all the blowes:
His soule it is at rest.
in heauen amongst the blest,
Where God send vs to rest,
when it shall please him.

Printed at London for Cuthbert Wright and are to be sold at his shop in little Saint Barthol­mes close to the Lame-Hospitall.

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