A lamentable new ballad vpon the Earle of Essex his death To the tune of, Essex last goodnight. Lamentable new ballad upon the earle of Essex death. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A20381 of text S116079 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 6793). 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. 5 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 A20381 STC 6793 ESTC S116079 99851296 99851296 16567 2240918836

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A20381) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 16567) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1601:13) A lamentable new ballad vpon the Earle of Essex his death To the tune of, Essex last goodnight. Lamentable new ballad upon the earle of Essex death. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. for Cuthbert Wright, Printed at London : [ca. 1635?] Verse - "All you that cry, O hone, O hone,". Publication date conjectured by STC. First stanza line 4 has: 'Chivalry:' (roman). Some print faded. Identified as Wing L273 on UMI microfilm set "Early English books, 1641-1700", reel 2123. Reproductions of the original in the British Library. eng Essex, Robert Devereux, -- Earl of, 1566-1601 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A lamentable new ballad vpon the Earle of Essex his death. To the tune of, Essex last goodnight. [no entry] 1635 1 768 5 0 0 0 0 0 65.1 D The rate of 65.1 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-02 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-03 Sampled and proofread 2006-03 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A lamentable new Ballad vpon the Earle of Essex his death . To the tune of , Essex last goodnight .

ALL you that cry , O hone O , hone , come now and sing , O Lord with me , For why our Iewell is from vs gone , the valiant Knight of Chivalry : Of rich and poore beloued was he , in time an honourable Knight : When by our Lawes condemned was he , and lately tooke his last good-night . Count him not like to Campion , ( these traiterous men ) or Babington , Nor like the Eale of Westmerland , by whom a number were vndone : He neuer yet hurt mothers son ▪ his quarrell still maintain'd the right , Which makes the teares my cheekes down run when I thinke on his last good-night . The Portingals can witnesse be . his Dagger at Lisbone gate he flung : And like a Knight of Chivalry , his Chaine vpon the same he hung : Would God that he would thither come , ●o fetch them both in honor right , Which thing was by his honour done , yet lately tooke his last good-night . The Frenchmen they can testifie , the Towne of Gourney h● tooke in , And march'd to Roane immediately . not caring for his foes a pin : With bullets then he pierc'd their skin , and made them flee farre from his sight , He at that time did credit win ▪ and now hath tane his last good-night . And stately Cales can witnesse well , euen by his Proclamation right : He did command them all straightly , to haue a care of Infants liues : That none should rauish Maid nor Wife , which was against their order right , Therefore they pray'd for his long life , which lately tooke his last good-night . Would God he had nere Ireland knowne , nor set his feet on Flaunders ground : Then might we well enioy our owne , where now our Jewell will not be found , Which makes our woes still to abound , trickling with salt teares in our sight , To heare his name in our eares to sound , Lord Deverevx tooke his last good-night , Ashwensday on that dismall day , when he came forth of his chamber doore Vpon a Scaffold there he saw . his headsman standing him before , The Nobles all they did deplore , shedding their salt teares in his sight , He said farewell to rich and poore , at his good-morrow and good-night . My Lords , quoth he , you stand but by , to see perform●nce of the Law , It 's I that haue deserued to die , and yeeld my life vnto the blow ▪ I haue deseru'd to die ▪ I know , but nere against my Countries right , Nor to my Queene was neuer foe ▪ vpon my death at my good-night . Farewell Elizabeth my gracious Queene , God blesse thee and thy Councell all : Farewell you Knights of Chivalry , farewell my Souldiers stout and tall , Farewell the Co●●●●● great and small , into the hands of men I light , My life shall make amends for all , for Essex bids the world good-night . Farewell deare wife and children three , farewell my young and tender son , Comfort your selues , mourne not for me , although your fall be now begun : My time is come the glasse is run comfort your selues in former light , Seeing by my fall you are vndone , your father bids the world good night . Derick , thou knowest , at Cales I sau'd thy life , lost for a Rape there done , Which thou thy selfe canst testifie , thine owne hand three and twenty hung , But now thou seest my life is come , by chance into thy hands I light , Strike out the blow that I may know , thou Essex lou'd at his good-night . When England counted me a Papist , the works of Papists I defie , I nere worshipt Saint , nor Angell in heauen nor to the Virgin Mary I , But to Christ , which for my sinnes did die , trickling with sad teares in his sight , Spreading my armes to God on high , Lord Iesus receiue my soule this night . FINIS .

Printed at London For Cuthb●●● Wright .