A newe ballade, declaryng the daungerons [sic] shootynge of the gunne at the courte to the tune of Sicke and sicke / [by] W.E. Elderton, William, d. 1592? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A21205 of text S3020 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 7557.4). 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. 9 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 A21205 STC 7557.4 ESTC S3020 29688533 ocm 29688533 28080 2248540310

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A21205) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28080) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1861:42) A newe ballade, declaryng the daungerons [sic] shootynge of the gunne at the courte to the tune of Sicke and sicke / [by] W.E. Elderton, William, d. 1592? 1 sheet ([1] p.). Jmprinted at London for Edward White, dwellyng at the little north-doore of Sanct Paules churche, at the signe of the Gunne, [London] : [1579] Date of publication suggested by STC (2nd ed.) Reproduction of original in the Society of Antiquaries. eng Elizabeth -- I, -- Queen of England, 1533-1603 -- Poetry. Appletree, Thomas. Ballads, English -- 16th century. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 16th century. eebo A newe ballade, declaryng the daungerons [sic] shootynge of the gunne at the courte to the tune of Sicke and sicke [by] W.E. Elderton, William, 1579 1 1530 3 0 0 0 0 0 19.61 C The rate of 19.61 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 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 newe Ballade , declaryng the daungerous ▪ shootyng of the Gunne at the Courte . To the tune of Sicke and sicke . Weepe , weepe , still I weepe , and shall doe till I dye : To thinke vpon the Gunne was shot , at Court so daungerouslie . THe seuentene daie of Iulie laste , at euenyng toward night , Our noble queene Elizabeth , tooke barge for her delight : And bad the watermen to row , her pleasure she might take About the Riuer to and fro , as muche as thei could make . Weepe , weepe , still I weepe , and shall doe till I dye : To thinke vpon the Gun was shot , at court so dangerously ▪ And of her Counsell with her grace , were nobles two or three , As fittest were to be in place , regardyng their degree : The Frenche Ambassadour likewise ▪ to comon with her grace , Of waightie causes satte with her , eche one in comely place . Weepe , weepe . &c. But when her grace an hower or twoo , had past to take the aire , Returnyng readyng on a booke , she saied rowe soft and faire : Wherby as God the matter wrought , the slacknesse and the staie , Softely she paste and nothyng thought , of gunshotte any waie . Weepe , weepe , &c. But all this while vpon the Themes , in a schullers Boate vnknowne A wretched felloe got a gun , that was none of his owne And shot a bullet twoo or three , at randon all about , And gaue no greate regard to see , what time the queene went out . Weepe , weepe . &c. But as her grace came passyng by , had giuen his peece a charge , And there out let a bullet flie , that hitte one in the Barge : A water man through bothe his armes , as he began to rowe , That he cried out vpon his harmes , wherat the queene was woe . Weepe , weepe &c. Her self in sight and presence by , when that the bullet came , She sawe hym hurt , she sawe him fall , yet shrunck not at the same : Neither made she any fearfull shewe , to seme to bee dismaied , Nor seemed to the Embassadour , of any thyng afraied . Weepe , weepe &c. But hauyng suche a mightie mynde , as passeth tonge to tell , She stept vnto the wounded man , and bad hym take it well : His gusshyng blood could not abashe , her noble courage then , But she was readier to giue helpe , then all the noble men . Weepe , weepe &c. But what her highnesse saied and did , in that so sodaine feare , Hereafter in my sorie tale , the substaunce you shall heare : Let boats go out and fetche hym in she saied , that this hath doon , And quickly was the persone brought , that so discharged the gunne Weepe , weepe , &c. The noble councellors moste abroad , to whom these tidyngs came Made hast to court with trembling harts , to thinke vpon the same Applaudyng God vpon their knees ▪ moste humbly in their place , With teares of ioye that bitter bale , had so escaped her grace . Weepe , weepe &c. His name was Thomas Appletree , of Courte a seruyng man , Whiche was no little greef to see , to his good maister than : He was committed to the gaile , at Counsellers graue regarde , That thei might iudge what vilest death , were fit for his reward Weepe , weepe &c. With blubryng teares it is no bote , to tell the weepyng eyes , That were full woe of suche a shot , where all our saftie lyes : The bullet came so nere her grace , within sixe foote at least , Was neuer suche a cursed case , by suche a wilfull beast . Weepe , weepe &c. Wherefore it was decreed and iudged , by all the counsell graue , That hangyng was to good a death , for suche a wretch to haue : A gibbet was set vp in haste , against the Court full nye , Where this vnhappie Appletree , was pointed for to dye . Weepe , weepe &c. And on the Tuesdaie following , then this wicked prisoner came , Well garded with the Marshalls men , to hang vpon the same : His maister standyng on the banke , to heare what he could saie , He humbly fell vpon his knees , and mercie did hym praie . Weepe , weepe &c. Would God thou hadst neuer serued me , qd he with woful looke , But God he saied forgiue it thee , that cursed marke thou tooke : And after praier saied and doen , on the ladder as he stood , He tooke his death before them all , he was a subiect good . Weepe , weepe , &c. And neuer ment to hurt her grace , nor any in the Barge , Nor ment to shoote in any place , to hurte with any charge : But wished he neuer had been borne , for his good masters sake , Whom he had made a wofull man , and no amendes could make . Weepe , weepe &c. For troth it was and truthe it is , the Queene & Councell knowe Not willyngly , though wittyngly , he let the bullet goe : Whiche matter hath been sifted so , it moueth more her grace , To let the passion of it goe , the meekelier in his case . Weepe , weepe &c. The Queene that sawe this Sacrifice , a ready wretch to dye , Whose pittie pleadeth pardon still , put for the her princely eye : And sent the Captaine of her Gard , a Counseler graue and wise , To make the facte and fauour knowne , as he could beste deuise . Weepe , weepe , &c. Who gaue a thundring peale of grace , the prisoners fault to showe And all the people in the place , what prince th●i had to knowe : What courage in her noble grace , in perill did appeare , Before the Frenche Embassadours face , in suche a sodain feare . Weepe , weepe , &c. And tolde againe if that mishap , had happened on her grace , The staie of true Religion , how perlous were the cace : Whiche might haue turnde to bloody warres , of strange & forein foes , Alas how had wee been a curste , our comforte so to lose . Weepe , weepe &c. Then of the mercie of her grace , her subiects 〈…〉 saue , By whom these xx . yeres in peace , suche quiet ●●●s wee haue : The teares fell doune on euery side , and aloude the people crie , The almightie long preserue her grace , to gouerne prosperouslie . Weepe , weepe , &c. And laste of all he saied againe , marke yet this piteous queene , For all this vile vnhappie facte , so leudely doen and seene : Retournes to her inured course , of mercie to forgiue , That this accursed shall not dye , but pardons hym to liue . Weepe , weepe &c. And then to heare the people shoute , and see them clapt their hands Who would haue torne his fleshe before , being in hangmans hands To see the goodnesse of her grace , to suche greate pitie bent , It made the stoniest harte of all , astonied to lament . Weepe , weepe &c. The counseler that the pardon brought , then knelyng on his kne And euery subiecte as thei ought , kneeled as well as he : And saied a praier for her grace , vpon the dolefull grounde , Whereof the peoples sighyng sherles , aboue the skies rebounde . Weepe , weepe , &c. All louyng subiectes learne to knowe , your dueties to our quene , By lande and water where ye goe , that no suche deede be sene : But praie to God that rules the skies , her highnesse to defende , To raigne with him perpetually , when her highnes life shall ende . Weepe , weepe , still I weepe , and shall doe till I dye : To thinke vpon the gun was shot , at court so dangerously . W. E. Finis .

Imprinted at London for Edward White , dwellyng at the little North-doore of Sainct Paules churche , at the signe of the Gunne .