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And soe shee did the good black oates,
To carry him the better awaye.
And grievouslye did groane:
And there shee made her moane.
And that beheard his mother deare,
Shee heard “her woefull woe,'
And into thy stable goe.
That grievouslye doth grone:
Shee is soe woe-begone.
And did on his shirte of silke;
On his bodye as white as milke.
Full still there hee did stand,
Howe shee made her monànd.
Lullabye, deare childe, deare:
Thy mothere layd on a biere.
Bee of good cheere, I praye;
V. 164, i. e. moaning, bemoaning, &c.
Phillida and Corydon. This sonnet is given from a small quarto MS. in the Editor's possession, written in the time of Queen Elizabeth. Another copy of it, containing some variations, is reprinted in the Muses Library, p. 295, from an ancient miscellany entitled Englands Helicon, 1600, 4to. The author was Nicholas Breton, a writer of some fame in the reign of Elizabeth, who also published an interlude entitled “An old man's lesson and a young man's love,” 4to, and many other little pieces in prose and verse, the titles of which may be seen in Winstanley, Ames' Typog. and Osborne's Harl. Catalog., &c. He is mentioned with great respect by Meres, in his second part of Wit's Commonwealth, 1598, f. 283, and is alluded to in Beaumont and Fletcher's Scornful Lady, act ii., and again in Wit without Money, act iii. See Whalley's Ben Jonson, vol. jü. p. 103.
The present edition is improved by a copy in England's Helicon, edit. 1614, 8vo.
In the merrie moneth of Maye,
Ver. 4, the wode. MS.
He sayde, hee had lovde her longe:
love should have no wronge.
Tyll they doe for good and all.
Then with manie a prettie othe,
Love, that had bene long deluded,
*** The foregoing little Pastoral of Phillida and Corydon is one of the songs in “The Honourable Entertainment gieven to the Queenes Majestie in Progresse at Elvetham in Hampshire, by the R. H. the Earle of Hertford, 1591,” 4to. [Printed by Wolfe. No name of author.] See in that pamphlet,
"The thirde daies Entertainment. “On Wednesday morning about 9 o'clock, as her Majestie opened a casement of her gallerie window, ther were 3 excellent musicians, who being disguised in auncient country attire, did greet her with a pleasant song of Corydon and Phillida, made in 3 parts of purpose. The song, as well for the worth of the dittie, as the aptnesse of the note therto applied, it pleased her Highnesse after it had been once sung to command it againe, and highly to grace it with her cheerefull acceptance and commendation.
"THE PLOWMAN'S Song.
"In the merrie month of May," &c. The splendour and magnificence of Elizabeth's reign is no where more strongly painted than in these little diaries of some of her summer excursions to the houses of her nobility; nor could a more acceptable present be given to the world, than a republication of a select number of such details as this of the entertainment at Elvetham, that at Killingworth, &c. &c., which so strongly mark the spirit of the times, and present us with scenes so very remote from modern
K Since the above was written, the public hath been gratified with a most complete work on the foregoing subject, entitled, The Progresses and Public Processions of Queen Elizabeth, &c. By John Nichols, F. A. S. Edinb. and Perth, 1788, 2 vols. 4to.
XI. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard. This ballad is ancient, and has been popular; we find it quoted in many old plays. See Beaum. and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle, 4to, 1613, act v. The Varietie, a comedy, 12mo, 1649, act iv., &c. In Sir William Davenant's play, The Witts, act iii., a gallant thus boasts of himself:
"Limber and sound! besides I sing Musgrave,
And for Chevy-chace no lark comes near me." In the Pepys Collection, vol. iii. p. 314, is an imitation of this old song, in thirty-three stanzas, by more modern pen, with many alterations, but evidently for the worse. This is given from an old printed copy in the British Mu
with corrections; some of which are from a fragment in the Editor's folio MS. It is also printed in Dryden's Collection of Miscellaneous Poems.
As it fell out on a highe holye daye,
As many bee in the yeare,
Their masses and mattins to heare,
The priest was at the mass;
Then he had of our Ladyes grace.
And others were clad in pall;
The fairest among them all.
As bright as the summer sunne:
This ladyes heart I have wonne.
Fulle long and manye a daye.
Yet word I never durst saye.
Full daintilye bedight,
Thoust lig in mine armes all night.
This kindness yee shew to mee;
This night will I lig with thee.
By his ladyes coach as he ranne:
1 Bucklefield-berry. fol. MS.