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SIR ANDREW BARTON. 57 |
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THE FIRST PART.
"When Flora with her fragrant flowers
Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye, And Neptune with his daintye showers
Came to present the monthe of Maye, King Henrye rode to take the ayre, s
Over the river of Thames past hee; When eighty merchants of London came,
And downe they knelt upon their knee.
" 0 yee are welcome, rich merchants,
Good saylors, welcome unto mee:" 10
They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,
But rich merchants they cold not bee. " To France nor Flanders dare we pass,
Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare ; And all for a robber that lyes on the seas, 15
Who robbs us of our merchant ware."
King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde, And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,
" I thought he had not beene in the world,
Durst have wrought England such unright." 2c
The merchants sighed, and said, " Alas !" And thus they did their answer frame ; |
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1-4. from the printed copy. |
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