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Thomas Deloney

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How the Dukes daughter of Cornwall being married vnto King Locrine, was by him put away, and a strange Lady whom he better loued, hee married, and made her his Queene, and how his wife was auenged.

To  the  tune  of,  in  Creete.
When  Humber  in  his  wrathfull  rage,
King  Albanacke  in  field  had  slaine,
Those  bloody  broiles  for  to  asswage,
King  Locrine  then  applyed  his  paine,
And  with  a  hoast  of  Brittaines  stout,
At  length  he  found  King  Humber  out.
At  vantage  great  he  met  him  then,
And  with  his  hoast  beset  him  so.
That  he  destroy'd  his  warlike  men,
And  Humbers  power  did  ouerthrow:  
And  Humber,  which  for  feare  did  flie,
Leapt  into  a  Riuer  desperately.
And  being  drowned  in  the  deepe,
He  left  a  Lady  there  aliue,
Which  sadly  did  lament  and  weepe,
For  feare  they  should  her  life  depriue.
But  for  her  face  that  was  so  faire,
The  King  was  caught  in  Cupids  snare.
He  tooke  this  Lady  to  his  loue,
Who  secretly  did  keepe  her  still:  
So  that  the  Queene  did  quickly  proue,
The  King  did  beare  her  small  good  will:
Which  though  in  wedlocke  late  begun,
He  had  by  her  a  gallant  sonne.
Queene  Guendoline  was  grieu'd  in  minde,
To  see  the  King  was  altered  so:
At  length  the  cause  she  chanc'd  to  finde,
Which  brought  her  to  most  bitter  woe:
For  Estrild  was  his  ioy  (God  wot)
By  whom  a  Daughter  he  begot.  
The  Duke  of  Cornwall  being  dead,
The  Father  of  that  Gallant  Queene:
The  King  with  lust  being  ouerled,
His  lawfull  wife  he  cast  off  cleane:
Who  with  her  deare  and  tender  sonne,
For  succour  did  to  Cornewall  runne.
Then  Locrine  crowned  Estrild  bright,
And  made  of  her  his  lawfull  wife,
With  her,  which  was  his  hearts  delight,
He  thought  to  lead  a  pleasant  life:  
Thus  Guendoline,  as  one  forlorne,
Was  of  her  husband  held  in  scorne.
But  when  the  Cornish  men  did  know
The  great  abuse  she  did  endure:
With  her  a  number  great  did  goe,
Which  she  by  prayers  did  procure:
In  battell  then  they  marcht  along,
For  to  redresse  this  grieuous  wrong.
And  neere  a  riuer  called  Store,  I
The  King  with  all  his  hoast  she  met:  
Where  both  the  armies  fought  full  sore,
But  the  Queene  the  field  did  get:
Yet  ere  they  did  the  conquest  gaine,
The  King  was  with  an  arrow  slaine.
Then  Guendoline  did  take  in  hand,
Vntill  her  sonne  was  come  to  age,
The  gouernment  of  all  the  Land:
But  first  her  fury  to  asswage,
She  did  command  her  souldiers  wild,
To  drowne  both  Estrild  and  her  child.  
Incontinent  then  did  they  bring
Faire  Estrild  to  the  Riuers  side,
And  Sabrine  daughter  to  a  King,
Whom  Guendoline  could  not  abide:
Who  being  bound  together  fast,
Into  the  riuer  there  were  cast.
And  euer  since,  that  running  stream,
Wherein  the  Ladies  drowned  were,
Is  called  Seuerne  through  the  Realme,
Because  that  Sabrine  dyed  there.  
Thus  they  that  did  to  lewdnesse  bend,
Were  brought  vnto  a  wofull  end.
FINIS.



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