A Newe Ballade,
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O Dere Lady Elysabeth, which art our right and vertuous Quene
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God hath endued the with mercy & fayth, as by thy workes it may be sene
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Wherefore good Quene I counsayle thee, Lady Lady
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For to beware of the spiritualtie moste dere Lady.
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Have you not rede of your progenitours, which was before you many a yere
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How they endured many sharpe showers, as by the cronicles it doth appere
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And many of them came to evell hap, lady lady,
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And all was through the forked cap most dere Lady.
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Have you nat rede of Wyllyam Rufus the second kynge here of that name
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How he was slayne moste marvelus, all through the curssede sede of cayne.
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Tyrell kyllede hym with an arrowe, Lady lady
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Yet som men sayed he shot at a sparow moste dere lady.
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Have you not rede of good Kyng John, how by them he was undone
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The Bishop of Canterbury that wicked man, accused him to the court of Rome
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They enterdyted his lande as the cronicle sayeth, Lady Lady,
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A monke poysoned him to his death, moste dere Lady.
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Have you not rede of the second Richard, who was the black princes sonne
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How they handled him full hard, and famished him til lyfe was donne
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In Powles they made him a funerall Lady Lady,
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To blinde the peoples eyes withall, mooste dere Lady.
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Have you not rede of the sixt Henry which was a good and a simple man
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The Cardinall of Wynchester, truly made him lose, that his father wanne
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The good Protector his uncle dere, Lady Lady,
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The priestes kept war with him a longe yere moste dere Lady.
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Then came your father, King Henry the .viii. which was a prince of victory
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And he deposed them all straight, when he had spyed their Idolatry
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If this be trewe as trewe as it was, Lady Lady,
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God graunt your grace may do no lesse moste dere Lady.
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Then came your brother king Edward, which was a good & vertuous child
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And to gods word he had regarde, but the wicked priestes hath him begilde
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And raysed up trentalles in every place, Lady Lady,
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And some of them preached agaynst his grace moste dere Lady.
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Then came your syster quene Mary, & for five yeres that she did rayne,
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All that was done Edward and Hary, her wicked priestes made it but vaine
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They brought in agayne the Romyshe lore, Lady Lady,
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Whiche was banished longe before, moste dere Lady.
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Then God send us your noble grace, as in dede it was highe tyme
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Whiche dothe all popery cleane deface, and set us forth Gods trewe devine
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For whome we are all bound to praye Lady Lady,
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Longe lyfe to raigne bothe night and day, moste dere Ladye.
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