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THE LAMENTABLE COMPLAINT OF FRANCE
4 The royall King himselfe,
the Dolphin his young sonne: The lordly Prelates of that land,
and Barrons many one. With all the states of Fraunce:
there honored Henries Queene, More stately triumphes neuer was,
within that Countrie seene. But soone thiese glories vanish't,
for death put in his hand, And in lesse time then forty houres
made Fraunce a wofull land.
5 This noble King god wot,
supposing all good friends: The following day for pleasures sake:
a iourney foorth intends. Wherein his Coatch he rides,
some of his lordes with him, Along renowned Paris streetes,
being then deckt out most trim. The people cryed with ioy:
God saue our Royall King, The presence of your Maiestie:
reioycing loue doth bring.
6 The People throngd so fast,
about him in the streetes, That hardly he could passe along:
such numbers did he meete. Amongst so many friends,
a Judas hand there was, That turnd the cheereful flower of france
to fading withered grasse, Two Coatches by hard chance,
his graces Passage stayde, A time wherein his gentle life,
by murder was betrayde.