The story of David and Berseba To a pleasant new tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A19890 of text S116662 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 6317). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A19890 STC 6317 ESTC S116662 99851878 99851878 17171 2240911453

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A19890) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 17171) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 985:07) The story of David and Berseba To a pleasant new tune. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. [by Elizabeth Allde?] for I. Wright [sen.], dwelling in Gilt-spurre, neere New-gate, Printed at London : [sen., ca. 1635] Printer's name from and publication date conjectured by STC. Verse - "VVhen David in Ierusalem,". In two parts; woodcut illustration at head of each part. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo The story of David and Berseba. To a pleasant new tune. [no entry] 1635 2 953 7 0 0 0 7 0 807.97 F The rate of 807.97 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-08 Sampled and proofread 2002-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Story of David and Berseba . To a pleasant new tune .

When David in Ierusalem , as royall King did rule & raigne , Behold what hapned unto him , that afterward procur'd his paine . On the top of 〈◊〉 his Princely 〈◊〉 . Her beauty was 〈◊〉 excellent and brighter than the morning Sunne , By which the King incontinent , was to her fauour quickly wonne . She stood within a pleasant Bower , all naked for to wash her there , Her body like a Lilly Flower , was covered with her golden haire . The King was wounded with her love , and what she was he did enquire , He could not his affection move , he had to her such great desire . She is 〈◊〉 Wife , quoth they , a Captaine of your Princely Traine , That in your Warres is now away , 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 doth all alone remaine . Then said the King , Bring her to me , for with her love my heart is slaine : The Prince of beauty sure is she , for whom I doe great griefe sustaine . The Servants they did soone prepare , to doe the message of the King , And Berseba the Lady faire , unto the Court did quickly bring . The King rejoyced at her sight , and won her love , and lay her by , Till they in sport had spent the night , and that the Sun was risen high . The King his leave most kindly tooke of the faire Lady at the last : And homeward then she cast her looke , till that three moneths were gone & past . And then in Berseba so faire , she found her former health exilde , By certaine tokens that she saw , the King had gotten her with childe . Then to the King she made her mone , and told him how the case did stand : The King sent for her Husband home , to cloake the matter out of hand . When from the Camp Vriah came , the King receiv'd him courteously , Demanding how all things did frame concerning of the Enemy . Vriah shew'd his Highnesse all the accident of warlike strife . Then said the King , this night you shall kéepe company with your owne wife . The Arke of God ( Vriah said ) with Iudah's Host , and Israel , Kéepe in the Field , and not a man within the house where they doe dwell . Then should I take my ease , quoth he , in beds of Downe with my faire wife ? O King , he said , that must not be , so long as I enjoy my life . Then did the King a Letter frame , to Ioab Generall of the Host , And by Vriah sent the same , but certainely his life it cost .
The second part , To the same tune .

ANd when the King for certaine knew Vriah thus had murdered béene , Faire Berseba to Court he drew , and made of her his royall Quéene . Then God that saw his wicked déed , was angry at King Davids sinne : The Prophet Nathan then with spéed , came thus complaining unto him . O David , ponder what I say , a great abuse I shall thée tell : For thou that rul'st in equity , shouldst sée the people ruled wel . Two men within the City dwell , the one is rich , the other poore : The rich in Cattell doth excell , the other nothing hath in store , Saving one silly little Shéepe , which yong he did with money buy : With his owne bread he did it feed , amongst his Children tenderly . The rich man had a stranger came unto his house that lov'd him deare , The poore mans Shéepe therefore he tooke , and thereof made his friend good chéere . Because that he his owne would save , he us'd the man thus cruelly : Then by the Lord the King did sweare , the rich man for that fault should die . Thou art the man , the Prophet said , thy Princely Crowne God gave to thée : Thy Lords wives thou thine owne hast made , and many more of faire beauty . Why hast thou so defilde thy life , and slaine Vriah with the sword , And taken home his wedded Wife , regarding not Gods holy Word ? Therefore behold , thus saith the Lord , great warres upon thy house shall be , Because thou hast my Lawes abhord , much ill be sure J le raise on thee . I le take thy wives before thy face , and give them to thy neighbours use : And thou thereby shalt have disgrace , for men shall laugh at thine abuse . Then David cryed out pittiously , sore have I sinned against the Lord , Have mercy God therefore on me , let not my prayers be abhor'd . But as the Prophet told to him , so did it after chance indéed . For God did greatly plague his sinne , as in the Bible you may read . The scourge of sinne thus you may sée , for murther and adultery . Lord grant that we may warned be , such crying sinnes to shun and 〈◊〉 .
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Printed at London for I. Wright , dwelling in Gilt-spurre street , neere New-gate .