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For it was the usual custom of that place,
To present some noble gifts unto his Grace.
His gift was accepted, and as he stood by,
On this flow’red garment the Price cast an eye,
Which made him to-colour, and thus he did say,
Who flow’red this garment, now tell me I pray?
If it please your Grace my last voyage was to Turkey,
Where I saw a creature that strangled must be,
And to save her life, gave a hundred pound,
And carried her with me to fair London town:
There she’s my home-keeper, while I'm in this land,
And when of my coming she did understand,
She flow'red this robe, and gave strick charge to me,
To let it he seen by your great Majesty.
The Prince cry’d, behold friend, this robe which I wear,
Is of the same flower and spot I do swear;
Thy Maid wrought them both, she’s my Daughter dear,
I have not heard from her till now these three year,
To pay a visit to some neighbouring Prince,
I sent her in a ship and have not seen her since,
And I was afraid the sea had prov'd her grave,
But I heard to Turkey she was taken a slave.
For the loss of my child who I thought had been kill’d,
A well full of tears in my court has been spill’d,
My Princess her Mother, could for her not rest,
Her loss drew millions of sighs from her breast.
Thy ship shall be richly loaded with speed;
And I’ll send a ship for her convoy indeed:
Because of thy love, thou sav'd my child's life,
Bring her alive to me, I ll make her thy wife.
And if thou shouldest not live to bring her to me,
Who e’er brings her home, his bride she shall be,
And twenty thousand a year you shall have,
That ventur’d my dear child’s life for to save.
The ship being loaded, their anchor was weighing,
And he with his convoy came over the main,
