Another dragon in the land, I also did in fight destroy, Which did both men and beasts oppress, And all the country sore annoy. And then to Warwick came again, Like pilgrim poor, and was not known; And there I liv'd a hermit's life, A mile and more out of the town: Where, with my hand, I hew'd a house Till at the last I fell sore sick, Yea, sick so sore that I must die; I sent to her a ring of gold, By which she knew me presently. Before that I gave up the ghost; Thus dreadful Death did me arrest, And like a palmer died I, Whereby I hope my soul to save. My body in Warwick yet doth lie, Though now it is consum'd to mould; My stature was engraven in stone, This present day you may behold. BALLAD XX. THE HONOUR OF A LONDON PRENTICE. Of a worthy London prentice Seek all the world about, He was born [and bred] in Cheshire, A merchant on the bridge Did like his service so, That, for three years, his factor And in that famous country The honour of his queen; Elizabeth his princess He nobly did make known, To be the phoenix of the world, And none but she alone. In armour richly gilded, The king of that same country 'I am no boy, nor traitor, Thy speeches I defy, For which I'll be revenged Upon thee, by and by; A London prentice still Shall prove as good a man, As any of your Turkish knights, 'Do all the best you can.' And therewithal he gave him A box upon the ear, Which broke his neck asunder, As plainly doth appear. 'Now know, proud Turk, (quoth he,) I am no English boy, 'That can, with one small box o' th' ear The prince of Turks destroy.' When as the king perceived He swore that he should die Two lions were prepared This prentice to devour, And eager of their prey, To glut themselves with human gore, The appointed time of torment At length grew nigh at hand, And barons of the land VOL. II. Attended on the king, To see this prentice slain, And buried in the hungry maws Of those fierce lions twain. Then in his shirt of cambric, To stanch their hunger great, Which had not eat in ten days space Not one small bit of meat. But God, that knows all secrets, They scarcely could withstand For when the hungry lions Had cast on him their eyes, The elements did thunder With the echo of their cries: And running all amain His body to devour, Into their throats he thrust his arms, With all his might and power: |