〈◊〉 Warning-piece to England, against Pride and Wickedness, being the Fall of Queen Eleanor, Wife to Edward the First, King of England; who for her Pride and GOD's Judgements, sunk into the Ground at Charing-cr●s, and rose at Queen-hith.  
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 ●ride,  
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 ri●e  
She was the first that brought this Land  
to deadly Sin of Pride:  
No English Tailor here to 〈◊〉 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 Farthingale and mighty Ruff,  
with Gowns of rich Delight:  
You London Dames in Spanish Pride,  
did flourish everywhere;  
Our English Men like Woman then;  
did wear long Locks of Hair.   

Both Man and Child both Maid and Wife,  
were drowned in Pride of Spain,  
And thought the Spanish Tailors then  
our English Men did slain:  
Whereat the Queen did much despite,  
to see our English Men  
In Vestures clad, as brave to see  
as any Spaniard they.   

She craved the King, That every man  
that wo●e long Locks of Hair,  
Might then be cut and polled all,  
or shaved very near.  
Whereat the King did seem content,  
and soon thereto agreed,  
And first commente● that his own  
sho●l● then be cut with speed.   

And after that, to please his Queen,  
proclaimed through the Land,  
That every Man that wore long Hair,  
should pol● him out of hand:  
But yet this Spaniard not content,  
to Woman bore a spite,  
And then requested of the King,  
against all Law and Right,   

That every Womankind should have  
their right Breast cut a way,  
And then with burning Irons seared,  
the blood to staunch and stay!  
King Edward turn perc●ving well,  
her spite to Womankind,  
Devised soon by policy,  
and turned her bloody mind,   

He sent for burning Irons strait,  
all sparkling ho● to see,  
And 〈…〉 Que●n, come on thy way,  
I will be in with thee.  
Which words did much displease the Queen,  
that Penance to begin,  
But asked the Pardon on her knees,  
who gave her Grace therein.   

But afterwards she chanced to pass  
〈…〉 London streets,  
Whereas the ●ayo● of London's Wife,  
in stately sort she m●●ts;  
With Music, Mirth and Melody,  
unto the Church they w●nt,  
To give God Thanks that to th' L. Mayor  
a noble Son had sent.   

It grieved much 〈◊〉 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 this Lady kind:   

Unto the Mayor of London then,  
she sent her Letters strait,  
To send his Lady to the Court,  
upon her Grace to wait;  
But when the London Lady came  
before proud Elenor'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 most cruelly,  
that ever Man did hear:  
She made her wash, she made her starch,  
she made her drudge always,  
She made her nurse up Children small,  
and labour night and day.   

But this contented not the Queen,  
but showed her most despite,  
She bound 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 Breast,  
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 Bread,  
was bolted twenty times,  
The Food that fed this stately Dame,  
was bolyed in costly Wines;   

The Water that did spring from Ground,  
she would not touch at all,  
But washed her hands with Dew of Heaven,  
that on sweet Roses fall;  
She bathed her body many a time,  
in Fount ins●fill'd 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 the Coath  
a foot out of the place.   

A judgement lately sent from Heaven,  
for shedding guiltless Blood,  
Upon this sinful Queen, that slew  
the London Lady good:  
King Edward then, as Wisdom wis●'d,  
accused her of that Deed;  
But she denied, 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 wide  
and she therein might sink;  
With that, at Charing-cross she sunk  
into the Ground alive,  
And after rose with Life again,  
in London, at Queen-hith.   

When after that she languished sore  
full twenty days in pain,  
At last confessed the Lady's Blood,  
her guilty hand had slain;  
And likewise how that by a Fry●r,  
she had a base-born Child,  
Whose sinful Lusts and Wickedness.  
her Marriagebed defiled,   

Thus have you heard the Fell of Prid●,  
a just Reward of Sin,  
For those that will forswear themselves;  
God's vengeance daily win;  
Beware of Pride, ye Courtly Dames,  
both Wives and Maidens all,  
Bear this imprinted in your mind,  
That PRIDE must have a Fall.    

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