[...] Shewing how King Henry, with the Earl Martial, in Fryars Habits, came to her instead of two Fryars from France, which she sent for.

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QUeen Elenor was a sick woman,
and afraid that she should dye;
Then the sent for two fryars of France,
for to speak with them speedily.
The King call'd down his nobles all,
by one, by two, and by three;
And sent away for Earl Martial,
for to spenk with him speedily.
When that he came before the King,
he fell on his bended knee,
A boon, a hoon, our Gracious King,
that you sent so hastily.
I'll pown my livings, and my hands,
my scepter and my crown,
That whatever Queen Elenor says,
I will not write it down.
Do you but put on one fryar's coat.
and I'll put on another.
And we will to Queen Elenorgo,
one fryar like another.
Thus both at ired then they go:
when they came to White-hall,
The bells they did ring, and the quirissers sing,
and the torches did light them all.
when that they came before the Queen,
they fell on their bended knee,
A boon, a boon our Gracious Queen,
that you sent so hasiily.
Are you two fryars of France, she said,
which I suppose you be:
But if you are two English fryars,
then hanged you shall be.
We are two fryars of France, they said,
as you suppose we be,
We have not been at any mass
since we came from the sea.
The first vile thing that e'ex I did,
I will to you unfold,
Earl Martial had my maiden-head,
underneath this cloath of gold.
That is a vile sin, then said the King,
God may forgive it thee:
Amen, amen, quoth Earl Martial
with a heavy heart then spoke he.
The next vile thing that e'er I did,
to you I'd not deny;
I made a box of poison strong,
to poyson King Henry.
That is a vile sin then said the King,
God may forgive it thee:
Amen, amen, quoth Earl Martial,
And I with it so may be.
The next vile thing that e'ex I did,
to you I will discover,
I poysoded fair Rosamond,
all in fair, Woodstock-bower
That is a vile sin, then said the King,
God may forgive it thee:
Amen, amen, quoth Earl Martial
and with it so may be.
Do you see yonders little Boy,
a catching of the Bail?
That is Earl Martial's son, the said,
and I love him the best of all
Do you see yonders little Boy,
a tossing of the bail,
That is King Henry's son she said,
and I love him the worst of all.
His head is like unto a bull,
his nose is like a boat.
No matter for that, King Henry said,
I love him the better therefore.
The King pull'd off his fryar's coat,
and appeared all in red;
She shriek'd and she Cry'd, she wrung her hands,
and said, she was betray'd.
The King look'd over his left shoulder,
and a grim look looked he,
And said, Earl Martial, but for my oath,
then hanged shouldst thou he.
FINIS.

Printed for C. Bates, at the White hart. in Welst-Smithfield.

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