The lamentable fall of Queen Elinor, who for her pride and wickedness, by God's judgement, sunk into the ground at Charing cross, and rose up again at Queen hive.  
To the tune of, Gentle and Courteous.  

WHen Edward was in England King  
the first of all that name:  
Proud Elinor he made his Queen,  
a stately Spanish dame.  
Whose wicked life and sinful pride,  
through England did excel:  
To dainty Dames and gallant Maids  
this Queen was known full well.   

She was the first that did invent  
in Coaches brave to ride:  
She was the first that brought this land  
The deadly sin of pride.  
No English Tailors here could serve  
to make her rich attire:  
But sent for Tailors into Spain,  
to feed her vain desire.   

They brought in fashions strange and new  
with golden garments bright:  
The Farthingales, and mighty Ruffs,  
with Gowns of rare delight.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Dames in Spanish pride,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●ery where,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●ke Women then,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●●●s of hair.   

〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 maid & wife,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Spain:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●ylors then,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 despite,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●nglish-men.  
〈◊〉 ●estures clad, as braulio see  
〈◊〉 any Spaniard then.   

She craved the King that every man  
that wore long locks of hair,  
Might then be cut and pulled all,  
or shaven very near.  
Whereat the King did seem content,  
and soon thereto agreed:  
And first commanded that his own,  
should then be cut with speed.   

And after that to please his Queen,  
proclaimed through the land,  
That every man that wore long hair,  
●hould poll him out of hand.  
〈◊〉 ●et this Spaniard not content,  
〈◊〉 ●omen bore a spite:  
〈◊〉 ●●●n requested of the King  
〈◊〉 all law and right:   

〈◊〉 ●●●●y womankind should have,  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●reast cut away:  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●urning Irons seared  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●●aunch and stay.  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 then perceiving well  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●o womenkind.  
Devised soon by policy  
to turn her bloody mind.   

He sent for burning Irons strait,  
all sparkling hot to see:  
And said, O Queen, come on thy way  
I will begin with thee.  
Which words did much displease the Queen  
that penance to begin:  
But ask him pardon on her knees,  
who gave her grace therein:   

But afterward she chanced to pass  
along brave London streets:  
Whereas the Mayor of London's wife,  
in stately sort she meets.  
With music, mirth, and melody,  
unto the Church that went:  
To give God thanks that to L. Maior  
a noble Son had sent.   

It grieved much this spiteful Queen  
to see that any one  
Should so exceed in mirth and joy,  
except herself alone:  
For which she after did devise,  
within her bloody mind,  
And practised still most secretly  
to kill the Lady kind.   

Unto Lord Mayor of London than  
she sent her letters strait:  
To send his Lady to the Court,  
upon her Grace to weight.  
But when the London Lady came,  
before proud Elnor's face:  
She stripped her from her rich array,  
and kept her vile and base.   

She sent her into Wales with speed,  
and kept her secret there:  
And used her still more crueler  
than ever man did hear:  
she made her wash, she made her startch  
she made her drudge alway:  
She made her nurse up children small,  
and labour night and day.   

But this contented not the Queen,  
but show'd her more despite:  
She bond this Lady to a post  
at twelve a clock at night:  
And as poor Lady she stood bound  
the Queen in angry mood,  
Did set two Snakes unto her breasts,  
that sucked away her blood.   

Thus died the Mayor of London's wife  
most grievous for to hear:  
Which made the Spaniard grow more proud  
as after shall appear.  
The Wheat that daily made her bred  
was bolted twenty tunes,  
The food that fed this stately Dame,  
was boiled in costly wines.   

The water that did spring from ground  
she would not touch at all,  
But washed her hands with dew of deaven,  
that on sweet Roses fall:  
She bathed her body many times,  
in fountains filled with milk,  
And every day did change attire,  
in costly median silk.   

But coming then to London back,  
within her Coach of gold:  
A tempest strange within the skies,  
this Queen did there behold.  
Out of which storm she could not go,  
but there remained a space,  
Four horses could not stir her coach  
a foot out of that place.   

A judgement surely sent from heaven  
for she doing guiltless blood,  
Upon the sinful Queen that slew  
the London Lady good:  
King Edward then, as wisdom willed  
accused her for that deed:  
But she deemed and wished that God  
would send his wrath with speed.   

If that upon so vile a thing,  
her heart did ever think,  
She wished the ground might open wid●  
and therein she might sink:  
With that at Charing cross she sunk  
into the ground alive,  
And after rose with life again  
in Londan at Queen hive.   

Where after that she languished sore  
full twenty days in pain:  
At last confessed the Lady's blood,  
her guilty hands did stain.  
And likewise how that by a Friar  
she had a base borne child,  
Whose sinful lust and wickedness  
her marriage bed defiled.   

Thus have you heard the fall of pride,  
a just reward of sin:  
For those that will forswear themselves  
God's vengeance daily win.  
Beware of Pride you London dames,  
both wives and maidens all,  
Bear this imprinted in your mind,  
that Pride will have a fall.   
FINIS.   

Printed at London for William Blackwall.