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I read that once in Affrica	A
A princely wight did raine	B
Who had to name Cophetua	C
As poets they did faine	B
From natures lawes he did decline	B
For sure he was not of my minde	C
He cared not for women kind	C
But did them all disdaine	B
But marke what hapned on a day	C
As he out of his window lay	C
He saw a beggar all in gray	C
The which did cause his paine	B
	-
The blinded boy that shootes so trim	D
From heaven downe did hie	E
He drew a dart and shot at him	D
In place where he did lye	F
Which soone did pierse him to the quicke	A
And when he felt the arrow pricke	A
Which in his tender heart did sticke	A
He looketh as he would dye	F
What sudden chance is this quoth he	E
That I to love must subject be	E
Which never thereto would agree	E
But still did it defie	G
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Then from the window he did come	H
And laid him on his bed	C
A thousand heapes of care did runne	B
Within his troubled head	C
For now he meanes to crave her love	G
And now he seekes which way to proove	G
How he his fancie might remoove	G
And not this beggar wed	C
But Cupid had him so in snare	I
That this poor begger must prepare	I
A salve to cure him of his care	I
Or els he would be dead	C
	-
And as he musing thus did lye	F
He thought for to devise	J
How he might have her companye	F
That so did 'maze his eyes	J
In thee quoth he doth rest my life	G
For surely thou shalt be my wife	G
Or else this hand with bloody knife	G
The Gods shall sure suffice	K
Then from his bed he soon arose	L
And to his pallace gate he goes	L
Full little then this begger knowes	L
When she the king espies	L
	-
The gods preserve your majesty	E
The beggers all gan cry	F
Vouchsafe to give your charity	E
Our childrens food to buy	F
The king to them his purse did cast	C
And they to part it made great haste	C
This silly woman was the last	C
That after them did hye	F
The king he cal'd her back againe	B
And unto her he gave his chaine	B
And said With us you shal remaine	B
Till such time as we dye	F
	-
For thou quoth he shalt be my wife	G
And honoured for my queene	B
With thee I meane to lead my life	G
As shortly shall be seene	B
Our wedding shall appointed be	E
And every thing in its degree	E
Come on quoth he and follow me	E
Thou shalt go shift thee cleane	B
What is thy name faire maid quoth he	E
Penelophon O King quoth she	E
With that she made a lowe courtsey	L
A trim one as I weene	B
	-
Thus hand in hand along they walke	A
Unto the king's pallace	L
The king with courteous comly talke	A
This begger doth embrace	L
The begger blusheth scarlet red	C
And straight againe as pale as lead	C
But not a word at all she said	C
She was in such amaze	L
At last she spake with trembling voyce	L
And said O King I doe rejoyce	L
That you wil take me for your choyce	L
And my degree so base	L
	-
And when the wedding day was come	H
The king commanded strait	C
The noblemen both all and some	H
Upon the queene to wait	C
And she behaved herself that day	C
As if she had never walkt the way	C
She had forgot her gowne of gray	C
Which she did weare of late	C
The proverbe old is come to passe	C
The priest when he begins his masse	L
Forgets that ever clerke he was	L
He knowth not his estate	C
	-
Here you may read Cophetua	C
Through long time fancie fed	C
Compelled by the blinded boy	M
The begger for to wed	C
He that did lovers lookes disdaine	B
To do the same was glad and faine	B
Or else he would himselfe have slaine	B
In storie as we read	C
Disdaine no whit O lady deere	N
But pitty now thy servant heere	N
Least that it hap to thee this yeare	N
As to that king it did	C
	-
And thus they led a quiet life	G
During their princely raine	B
And in a tombe were buried both	O
As writers sheweth plaine	B
The lords they tooke it grievously	E
The ladies tooke it heavily	E
The commons cryed pitiously	E
Their death to them was paine	B
Their fame did sound so passingly	E
That it did pierce the starry sky	A
And throughout all the world did flye	A
To every princes realme	H

George Wharton Edwards

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