Unto her friends they then her brought, And with all speed the life they sought SECOND PART. On the morrow she was brought forth How that they saw a young man lay Judgment there was for no offence, Lady, lady, Against Susanna to proceed, That she should die. Susanna's friends that stood her by, They did lament, and were full woe, When as they saw no remedy, But that to death she then must go, Then unto him that is so just, Lady, lady, (In God was all her hope and trust,) To him did cry. The Lord her voice heard, and beheld The daughter's cry of Israel, His spirit he rais'd in a child, Whose name was called young Daniel, Who cried aloud whereas he stood, Lady, lady, I am clear of the guiltless blood Are Of this lady. you such focls, quoth Daniel then, In judgment you have not done well, Nor yet the right way have you gone, To judge a daughter of Israel: By this witness of false disdain, Lady, lady, Wherefore to judgment turn again For that lady. And when to judgment they were set, Putting the one from the other, then, He asked the first where he did see That fair lady, He said under a mulberry tree, Who lied falsely. Thou liest, said Daniel, on thy head, For this lady, He said under a pomgranate tree, Who lied falsely. Said Daniel as he did before, Behold the messenger of the Lord, Stands waiting for you at the door, E'en to cut thee with a sword, And even with that the multitude Aloud did cry, Give thanks to God, so to conclude For this lady. They dealt like with these wicked men, Lady, lady, As God by Daniel brought to pass For this lady. [For John Wright, near Pye Corner.] 1 IV AN ANCIENT SONG, From the old enterlude, called “ Lusty Juventus.” In a herber grene aslepe where as I lay, The byrdes sange swete in the middes of the daye, I dreamed fast of myrth and play : In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked stil to and fro, In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Therefore my hart is surely pyght Of her alone to have a sight, Which is my joy and hartes delyght: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. V. AN ANCIENT DRINKING SONG, a ryght pithy, pleasaunt and merie Comedie: i gytuled Gammer Gurtons Nedle, imprinted by Thomas Colwell, 1575." I c Backe and syde go bare, go bare, Booth foote and hande go colde: But bellye God send thee good ale ynoughe, CAN not eate, but lytle meate, My stomacke is not good; But sure I thinke that I can drynke I stuffe my skyn so full within, Of joly good ale and olde Back and syde go bare, go bare, Booth foote and hand go colde: But belly God send thee good ale inoughe, I love no rost, but a nut brown toste, And a crab layde in the fyre, A lytle bread shall do me stead, |