But when he waxed into yeares, And grew to be somewhat tall, And told his Lords, a Parliament He purposed to call. That’s over-much[,] quoth _Douglas_ though, For thee to doe[,] I feare, For I am Lord Protector yet, And will be one halfe yeare. It pleaseth me well, quoth the King, What thou hast said to me, But since thou standest on such tearmes, Ile prove as strict to thee. And well he rul’d and well he curb’d Both _Douglas_ and the rest; Till Heaven with better Fortune and Power, Had him to _England_ blest. Then into _England_ straight he came As fast as he was able, Where he made many a Carpet Knight, Though none of the Round Table. And when he entered _Barwicke_ Town, Where all in peace he found: But when that roaring Megge went off, His Grace was like to swound. Then up to _London_ straight he came, Where he made no long stay, But soon returned back again, To meet his Queen by th’ way. And when they met, such tilting was, The like was never seen; The Lords at each others did run, And neer a tilt between. Their Horses backs were under them, And that was no great wonder, The wonder was to see them run, And break no Staves in sunder. They ran full swift and coucht their Speares, O ho quoth the Ladies then, They run for shew, quoth the people though, And not to hurt the men. They smote full hard at Barriers too, You might have heard the sound, As far as any man can goe, When both his legges are bound. _Upon the death of a ~Chandler~._ The Chandler grew neer his end, Pale Death would not stand his friend; But tooke it in foul snuff, As having tarryed long enough: Yet left this not to be forgotten, Death and the Chandler could not Cotton. 1. Farre in the Forrest of _Arden_, There dwelt a Knight hight _Cassimen_, As bold as _Isenbras_: Fell he was and eager bent In battaile and in Turnament, As was the good Sr. _Topas_. 2. He had (as Antique stories tell) A daughter cleped _Dowsabell_, A Maiden faire and free, Who, cause she was her fathers heire, Full well she was y-tought the leire Of mickle courtesie. 3. The Silke well could she twist and twine, And make the fine Marchpine, And with the needle work. And she could help the Priest to say His Mattins on a Holy-day, And sing a Psalme in Kirk. 4. Her Frocke was of the frolique Green, (Mought well become a Mayden Queen) Which seemely was to see: Her Hood to it was neat and fine, In colour like the Columbine, y-wrought full featuously. 5. This Maiden in a morne betime, Went forth when _May_ was in her prime, To get sweet Scettuall, The Honysuckle, the Horelock, The Lilly, and the Ladies-Smock, To dight her summer Hall. 6.