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4 The flower of my affected heart,

whose sweetness doth excell

My Royal Rose an hundred times

I bid you now farewell

For I must leave my fairest Rose,

my sweetest Rose apace,

And cross the ocean into France,

proud rebels to debase;

But still my Rose be sure thou shalt

my coming shortly see

And in my heart when hence I am;

I'll bear my Rose with me

When Rosamond the lady bright

did hear the king say so,

The sorrows of it grieved her so

her outward looks did show.

And from her clear and crystal eyes

the tears gush'd out apace

And like the silver pearl dew

ran down her comely face

And falling down into a swoon,

before King Henry's face;

Full oft within his princely arms,

her body did embrace.

And twenty times with wat'ry

he kiss'd her tender cheek

Until he had revived again

her spirit mild and meek