A Lamentable DITTY made on the Death of ROBERT DEVERUX, Earl of ES 〈…〉 was Beheaded in the Tower of London, on Ash-wednesday, 1603.  
The Tune in W●…day.  
 
Sweet England's pride is gone,  
welladay, welladay,  
Which makes her 〈◊〉 and groan,  
ever more still;  
He 〈◊〉 her same advance,  
In Ireland, Spain and France,  
And by a sad ●…chance,  
in front his ta●e.  
He was a hectuous 〈◊〉,  
welladay, etc.  
And was esteemed hear,  
evermore still,  
He always lo●'● the 〈◊〉,  
Which makes them ●gh full 〈◊〉,  
His Death they did 〈◊〉,  
in every 〈◊〉.  
Brave Honour graced him still,  
gallantly, gallantly,  
He ne'er did 〈…〉 in,  
well it is known,  
But Envy that soul ●●end,  
Whose malice tyere both end,  
With 〈…〉 vecturs friend,  
unto this th●all.  
At Life he did 〈…〉,  
gallantly, etc.  
All Men that is and was,  
evermore still,  
One day as it was seen,  
In honour of the Queen,  
Such deeds are seldom been,  
as he did so.  
abroad and she at home,  
gallantly, gallantly.  
For Valour there was none,  
〈◊〉 him before,  
But Ireland, France and Spain,  
That search great Essex's many,  
But England loved the same,  
In every place.  
But all would not prevail,  
welladay, welladay.  
His beets did not prevail,  
more was the pity,  
He was condemned to die,  
For Treason certainly,  
But God, that sits on ●●●h,  
knoweth all things.  
That mundey in the Morn,  
welladay, etc.  
That he to the City came,  
with all his Troops.  
That first began the strife,  
And caused him lose his life,  
And others 〈◊〉 the like,  
as well as be.  
Yet her Princely Majesty,  
graciously, graciously,  
Hath pardon given fry,  
to many of them,  
She hath released them quite,  
And given them their right:  
They did pray day and night,  
God to defend her.  
Shrove-Tuesday in the night.  
welladay, etc.  
With a bea●y hearted spite,  
as it is said.  
The Lieutenant of the Tower,  
Who kept him in his power,  
At ten a clock that hour,  
to him did come,  
And told unto him there,  
mournfully, etc.  
My Lord, you must prepare,  
to die to morrow.  
God's will be done, quoth he,  
Yet shall you strangely see,  
God strong in me to be,  
though I am 〈◊〉.  
I pray you pray for me,  
welladay, etc.  
That God may string then me  
against that hour.  
Then strait way he did call  
To the Guard under the wall,  
And did entreat them all,  
for him to pray;  
For to morrow is the day,  
welladay, etc.  
That I 〈◊〉 must pay,  
which I do owe,  
It is my Life, I mean,  
Which I must 〈…〉 Queen,  
Then so hath Justice given,  
that I must die.  
In the morning was he brought,  
welladay, etc.  
Where the Scaffold was set up.  
within the Tower;  
Many Lords were present then,  
Which other Gentlemen,  
Which were appointed then,  
to see him buy.  
You Noble Lords, quoth he,  
welladay, etc.  
That must the witness,  
of this my dream:  
Know I ne'er loved papisscy,  
But 〈◊〉 doth it 〈◊〉  
And thus both Essex die,  
here in this place.  
I have a ●●ance been,  
welladay, etc.  
Yet never wronged my Queen,  
in all my life;  
My God I did offend,  
Which grieves me at my end:  
May all the rest amend,  
I do then forgive.  
To the State I ne'er meant ill,  
welladay, etc.  
Neither wished the Counn●●● ill,  
in all my life;  
But loved with all my heart,  
And always took these part,  
Whereas there were desert,  
in every place.  
Then mildly did he pray,  
mournfully, etc.  
He might the favour Love,  
private to pray.  
He then prayed bea●tsly,  
And with great fervency  
To God that 〈◊〉 on high,  
for to receive him.  
And then he prayed again,  
mournfully, etc.  
God to preserve his Queen,  
from all her foes,  
And 〈◊〉 long to reign,  
,  
And not to 〈◊〉 Spain  
〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 her.  
His 〈…〉 off then,  
welladay, etc.  
And 〈…〉 Hat and Band,  
and hung them by,  
Staying all continually,  
To, God 〈…〉 on high,  
That is 〈…〉  
the 〈…〉  
My 〈…〉 that must be,  
than said he cheerfully.  
Let him to 〈…〉 to me,  
that Justly see him.  
Who here 〈◊〉 in him then.  
Art thou 〈…〉, the Ma●,  
Who are appointed now,  
my life to free?  
Yes, my Lord, he did say,  
welladay, etc.  
Forgive, 〈◊〉, I you pray,  
for this your death:  
I here to 〈◊〉 forgive,  
And 〈…〉 Justice like,  
No foul Crimes to forgive,  
〈…〉 place.  
Then he kneeled down again,  
welladay &c.  
And was required by some,  
there standing by,  
To forgive his Enemies,  
Before 〈◊〉 closed his eyes,  
Which he did in hearty wise,  
thanking him for it:  
That they would remember him,  
welladay, etc.  
That he would forgive all them,  
that hath him wronged.  
Now, my Lords, I take my leave,  
Sweet Child my Soul receive:  
Now when you will prepare,  
I am ready.  
He laid his head on the Block,  
welladay, etc.  
But his 〈◊〉 let the 〈◊〉,  
some there did say.  
What must be done, must be,  
Shall be done presently.  
Then his Doublet 〈◊〉 put be,  
and laid down again.  
Then the Headsman did his part,  
cruelly, cruelly.  
He was not seen to start  
for all the blows.  
His Soul is now at rest,  
In Heaven among the blessed;  
Where God send us to rest,  
when it shall please him.   

A Lamentable BALLAD on the Earl of ESSEX.  
The Tune is, Essex's last Good night.  
 
ALl you that cry, O hone, O hone,  
come now and sing, O hone with me,  
For why our jewel is from us gone,  
the valiant Knight of Chivalry:  
Of rich and poor beloved was be,  
in time an honourable Knight,  
When by our Laws condemned to die,  
he lately took his last good night.  
Count him not like to Champion,  
those traitoreus Men of Babington,  
Nor like the Earl of Westmoreland,  
by whom a number were undone:  
he never yet hurt Mother's son;  
his quarrel still maintains the right,  
Which makes the tears my face down run,  
when I think on his last good night  
The Portugals can witness be,  
his Dagger at Lisbon Gate he slung,  
And like a Knight of Chivalry,  
his Chain upon the Gate or he fling;  
I would to God, that he would come,  
to fetch them back in order right,  
Which thing was by his honour done.  
yet lately took his last good night.  
The Frenchmen they can 〈◊〉,  
the Town of Gourney he took in,  
And 〈◊〉 to Rome immediately,  
not caring for his 〈…〉  
With Bullets than he pierc'● their skin,  
and 〈◊〉 them fly from his 〈◊〉:  
〈◊〉 there that time did credit win,  
and now hath ta'en his last good night.  
And stately Cales can witness be,  
then in his Proclamation right,  
He 〈◊〉 command them all straightly,  
to have a care of Infant's lives,  
And that none would hurt Men or 〈◊〉,  
which was against their right;  
Therefore they prayed for his long life,  
which lately took his last good night.  
Would God be ne'er had Ireland known,  
nor set one foot on Flanders ground,  
Then might we well ●●●oy'd our own,  
where now our Jewel will not be 〈◊〉,  
Which makes our 〈…〉 still abound;  
〈◊〉 with 〈◊〉 tears in our sight,  
To hear his Name in our ears to sou●d,  
Lord Deverux took his last good night.  
Ash-wednesday, that ●isnral day,  
when he came forth his Chamber 〈◊〉,  
Upon a 〈◊〉 there he saw,  
his head man standing him before:  
His 〈◊〉 all they 〈◊〉 deplore,  
shedding salt tears in his sight,  
He said farewell to rich and 〈◊〉,  
at high, good-morrow and good-night.  
My Lords, said he, you stand but by,  
to see performance of the Law,  
It is I that have desiveed to die,  
and yield myself unto the 〈◊〉;  
I have deserved to die I know,  
but ne'er against my Country's right,  
Nor to my Queen 〈◊〉 than 〈◊〉,  
upon my death, at my good-night.  
Farewell, Elizabeth, my gracious 〈◊〉,  
God bless thee with thy Council all;  
Farewell my Knights of Chivaley;  
farewel my Soldiers stout and tall,  
Farewell the Commons great and small;  
into the hands of Men 〈…〉,  
My life shall make attends for all,  
for Essex bids the World good-night.  
Farewell dear Wife and Children 〈◊〉,  
farewel my kind and tender son,  
Comfort yourselves, mourn not for me,  
although your fall be now begun,  
My time is come, my glass is run,  
comfort yourself in former light.  
〈◊〉 by my fall you are undone,  
your Father bids the World good-night  
Derick, thou knowst at Cales 〈…〉  
thy life, lost for a Rape there done,  
As thou thyself can't 〈◊〉  
thine own hand 〈◊〉 and twenty hung,  
But now thou seest myself 〈◊〉 come,  
by chance into thy 〈◊〉 light,  
Strike out thy blow, that I may know,  
thou Essex loved at his good night.  
When England coun●● me a Papist,  
the work of Papists I defy,  
I ne'er worshipped 〈◊〉 nor angel in h●●.  
nor the Virgin Mary, 〈…〉  
But to Christ, which for my 〈…〉,  
trickling with sols years in his sight,  
Spreading my acins to God on high,  
Lord Jesus receive my Soul this night.   

Printed for A. M. ●. D. and T. ●●●ray, at the Angel in Duck-lane,