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THE LAMENTABLE COMPLAINT OF FRANCE
FRaunce that is so famous, and late in ioyes abounded, May now lament the losse of him:
that mischiefe hath confounded. Their thrice renowned King,
that Souldier braue and bolde, In peace and wars so well belou'de,
lyes clad in earthly molde. All Kingdomes come and mourne,
for this same sad mischaunce: For wee haue lost our Countries King
and flower of famous fraunce.
2 The bloudy hand that wrought
and hart that gaue consent: Now makes more eies in France to weep:
then euer did lament. More sighes [anjd1 sobes was neuer heard,
then be in Fraunce this day, For euery one now mourning sits:
this pleasant month of May. No ioye, no hearts delight,
but death and bloudy deedes, In euery Coast of famous Fraunce:
much griefe and sorrow breedes.
3 In May the thirteenth day,
it pleased this royall King: To make his Wife a Crowned Queene,
which was a princely thing Who then in Triumph rode
along fayre Paris streets, Whom all the Lordes & peeres of Fraunce
in ioyfull manner greetes. And all the streetes along,
whereas the Queene did ride. Were like the walles of Paradice,
bedeckt on euery side: 1 Text torn.