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Digital Image File Name: 
142169
Source Call Number: 
V.a.125
Source Title: 
A book of verses collected by me, R. Dungarvan [manuscript].
Image Details: 
Part I. When reading Part I, Part II is inverted and reversed.
Source Creator: 
Burlington, Richard Boyle, Earl of, 1612-1698, compiler.
Source Created or Published: 
ca. 1630
Physical Description: 
folio 16 verso || folio 17 recto
Digital Image Type: 
FSL collection
Hamnet Catalog Link: 
http://hamnet.folger.edu/cgi-bin/Pwebrecon.cgi?BBID=229445
Transcription: 
Those houses that were tilde with straw & mosse, Profest but weake repayre for the dayes losse Of patience yet this outside let vs know The worthiest things make not the brauest Show. The shot was easie & what concerns vs more The way was short, myne host will ride before. Myn Ost was full of ale and historie And one the morrow when hee brough vs nye Where the two roses ioynd you would Suppose Chauer ne're made the Roamont of the rose. Heare him, See you yon wood, there Richard lay With his hole armie, looke the other way And loe where Richard in a bed of grasse Encamp't him Selfe one night & his whole force Vpon this hill they met, why hee could tell, The inch where Richmond lay, where Richard fell Besides what of his knowledge hee can Say, Hee hath authenticke notice from the play. Which I may guesse by musteringe vp the gostes, And pollicies not euident to hostes. But cheeflie by the one perspicuous thing, Where hee mistooke a player for a King. For when hee would haue Said King Richard died, And cried a horse a horse. hee Burbedge cried How euer his talke his companie pleased well His mare went truer then his Chronicle. And page break 17. And euen for conscience sake vnspurde, vnbeaten Brought vs 6 miles and turn'd taile at Neweaten From thence to Couentrie , where wee Scarse dine Onely our Stomacks warme with zeale & wine And thence as if wee were praedestined forth, Like Lot from Sodom high to Killingworth . The keeper of the Castle was from home Soe that halfe mile wee lost, yet when wee come, An host receaued vs there wele not denie him My lord of Leicester s man the Parson by him Who ^ had noe other proofe to testifie Hee seru'd that Earle but age & bauderie A waie for Shame why should 4 miles diuide Warwick and vs, they that haue horses ride. A short mile fromm the towne an humble shrine At foote of a high rock consists in Signe Of Guy & his deuotions, who there Stands Ougly & huge, more then a man on's hands: His helmet Steele, his gorget male, his Shield Brass, made the chappell fearefull as a field And let this answere all the popes complaints, Wee Set vp Gyants though wee pull downe Saints. Beyound this is the rode way as wee went A pillar Stands where this Colossus lent Where hee would Sigh & loue, & for hearts ease, Oft = times writ verses, Some Say Such as these Here will [a] I languish, in this Sillie bower While my Sweete love triumphes in yon high tower. No
Credit: 
Transcriptions made by Shakespeare's World volunteers (shakespearesworld.org), participants in EMROC classes and transcribathons (emroc.hypotheses.org), participants in Folger paleography classes and transcribathons, and Folger docents.