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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19410	The vnmasking of a feminine Machiauell. By Thomas Andrewe, gent. Est nobis voluisse satis. Seene and allowed by authority	Andrewe, Thomas.	1604 (1604)	STC 584; ESTC S115919	16,466	45

snow in rayne Exposde my selfe each minute to be slayne All trauailes I delightfully endurde To which addicted I was soone inurde In these tumultuous sturres did I remaine Till that great conflict with the powers of Spaine Where the high Archdukes army on the sands Were fought withall by those vnconquered bands Led by Nassaw Here could I tell the Story How either Hoste was rang'd in all their glory How each Esquadron marcht and by whom led The glorious acts of those aliue or dead The true forme of the fight did not my griefe Enforce my toung to stay or be but briefe Yet shall not that great day be cleane o'repast Whose fame no time can e're haue power to waste But in compendious maner will declare The fight wherein my Fortunes had a share The morne lookt red whose blushing did bewray The fatall bloudshed should ensue that day The rackie clouds on th' earth distilled dew In pearly drops which plainly did foreshew Heauen grieued at that sacred day prophan'd That by the Lord for prayer was ordain'd Assist my Muse my fainting toung direct Breathe a new spirit in mine intellect That by thy wondrous power and glorious might I may be able to vnfold the fight 'Twixt two great Armies both alike engag'd Both with sterne furie terribly enrag'd The one contending for the Soueraignty Th' other resolu'd to die for liberty The Duke of Brabant clad in angry Armes Of warlike Souldiers leading wondrous swarmes That suddenly vnlookt for he withdrew From Venlo Derst and Herntalls to pursue Th' vnited Prouinces vndaunted powers That razd his Castles ouerthrew his Towers Destroyde his Villages spoyld all his Corne Leauing the Countrey as a land forlorne Seeing faire Flaunders girdled all in fire Moued with pity and repleat with ire Reuenge to his great courage giuing wings Him after vs like a black tempest brings But comne neere Newport he was roughly met By hardy Scots and Dutch that thought to let His passage o're a Bridge that he had past Such their ill fortunes or their little haste Betwixt these powers at the first enterview Was bloudy greeting fatall Bullets flew Like stormes of Hayle till lucklessely at length Our Regiments being ouerprest with strength Of th' Archdukes multitudes were put to flight Of whom eight hundred there were slaine outright Proud of these fortunes our insulting foes Aduaunc'd with speed to deale more deadly blowes Of their owne powers superbiously presuming Of our whole force to haue the full consuming But our great God his chosen that defends Brought their hie hopes to vnexpected ends When now both armies on the euen sands Were come in sight and proudly tooke their stands Then all the Regiments of either side Were rang'd in order neere the surly tide Both furnisht well both rich in their array Which was most glorious it was hard to say The place being couerd with such armed crowds As seem'd to menace heauen and dare the clouds Of either part Courage the Captaines cry By your true valours win the day or die Vnto our English Troope hie-sprited Vere Did vse perswasions to extinguish feare But e're the resolute Battalians came To down-right stroakes Cannons dischargde bullets in fire wrapt round Circled in smoke whose terror-breathing sound Like the blacke bolt of Ioues Imperiall thunder With hideous noyse the thin ayre shakes asunder There might you see a deadly shott that strikes In a thicke sand our strong embatteld pikes Renting the rankes make shattred Splinters flie As they were sent to bandy with the skie Souldiers some slaine outright some deadly torne From the thicke prease confusedly are borne Whilst o're the sands these brazen Lions roar'd And interchangeably the soyle begoard A shippe of warre was come into the Bay That opposite vnto our foe-men lay Who from her armed side her sterne her chace Sent yron postes into their troupes apace So thicke she shot that he which had bene nie her Would haue conceyued she had bin light on fire Another that the Holland Ensigne bare That on her poope plaid with the wanton ayre This former there did second in such sort As in the aduerse campe made bloody sport The angry Duke against those stormy ships His deadly Cannons turnd from whose blacke lips Flew forth the black Ambassadors of death That rag'd like suries in the vaults beneath To whose dire message they would haue replide In termes alike had not the falling tyde Made them stand off and beare into the Maine Who thus being gone to vs began againe Their thundring language answered with the same Their shot with shot their fire with burning flame At length began the sterne and horrid fight Whose smoke and dust made day like dismall night When as the powers that long had stood oppos'd Ranne altogether and with fury clos'd Pikes Pikes encounter shot at shot let flye All Nations on their seueral Patrons crie The Trumpets clangor the Drums hoarce sound With Souldiers shout each others noyse confound There murdrous Muskets like quick lightnings flasht Whose balles ones face with tothers bloud bedasht Of eyther part the Ensignes brauely flying Some nobly fighting some as nobly dying In th' Armies both was hope whilst vnto neyther Proud Victory enclind but fauour'd eyther With various fortunes full three bloudy howers Endur'd the sternerage of these warlike powers Till at the last the ouer-mastered foe From field was forst with greatest losse to goe To quit their armes their Ensignes leaue forlorne That but euen now by them were proudly borne When they the field had thus abandoned Most flaine some wounded the remnant fled Vpon the sandy bankes and in the fields Lay broken Pikes bruz'd Helmets batterd shields The proud Burgonian Crosses kisse the ground Their Bearers lying in a deadly swound And hardy Captayns striuing for the day Euen in the places where they fought they lay With troupes of Souldiers whom they stoutly led Some kild outright some dying but not dead One gaspes for breath another mercy cries And begs of him vpon whose sword he dies Retreit being sounded those of ours remayning Came to their colours for their friends complaining Of whom some buried others not interd Whose funeralls were longer time deferd Who dies with honour though he want a graue No greater happinesse at all can haue But soft where am I now me thinks too farre I haue discoursd the fortunes of the warre When I began I briefly meant to tell The Battels fury where ten thousand fell But being entred I could not conclude Till to the end the story I pursude This euer-famous day thus brauely wonne The Troopes disperst each to their Garison Adorn'd with honour and inrich't with spoyle To take their rest after laborious toyle I then determined whilst the wars did cease To visit England crown'd with golden peace To giue more speed to my resolu'd intent From thence a Letter came vnto me sent From one that euer I accounted deare Whose faithfull loue I thought had neuer Peere