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QUEEN ELEANOR'S FALL. 297
In fountains fill'd with milk ; And ev'ry day did change attire, In costly Median silk. 120
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, 12s
But there remain'd a space; Four horses could not stir the coach
A foot out of the place.
A judgment lately sent from heav'n,
For shedding guiltless blood, ia>
Upon this sinful queen, that slew
The London lady good ! King Edward then, as wisdom will'd,
Accus'd her of that deed; But she denied, and wish'd that God 135
Would send his wrath with speed,—
If that upon so vile a thing
Her heart did ever think, She wish'd the ground might open wide,
And she therein might sink! i«
With that, at Charing-cross she sunk
Into the ground alive, And after rose with life again,
In London, at Queenhithe.
When, after that, she languish'd sore i«
Full twenty days in pain, |
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