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A18594	Englands mourning garment worne heere by plaine shepheards, in memorie of their sacred mistresse, Elizabeth; queene of vertue while she liued, and theame of sorrow being dead. To the which is added the true manner of her emperiall funerall. With many new additions, being now againe the second time reprinted, which was omitted in the first impression. After which followeth the shepheards spring-song, for entertainment of King Iames our most potent soueraigne. ...	Chettle, Henry, d. 1607?	1603 (1603)	STC 5122; ESTC S104885	24,274	50

chariot drawne by foure horses trapt in blacke veluet Gentlemen Vshers white rods About it twelue Banner-Rols six on each side caried by 12. noblemen Sixe Earles assistants with them the Footemen A Canapie borne ouer the chariot by foure Noblemen The Earle of VVorcester Maister of the Horse leading the Palfrey of Honour Two Esquiers and a Groome to attend and leade him away Gentlemen Vshers of the Priuie chamber Garter king of Armes Lady Marchionesse of Northamton assisted by the Lord Treasurer Lord Admirall Chiefe Mourner her traine caried by two Countesses and Maister Vicechamberlaine Fourteene Countesses assistants Ladies of Honour Countesses Viscountesses Earles daughters Baronesses Maids of Honor of the priuie chamber Captaine of the Guard with all the Guard following fiue and fiue in a ranke their holberds downeward The twelue Bannerols were caried by twelue Barons beginning at the yongest first The first Banner was of king Henry the second and Elenor of Aquitaine caried by the Lord Norris The second of king Iohn and Isabel of Angolisme caried by the Lord Compton The third of king Henry the third and Elenor of Arragon caried by the Lord Chandoies The fourth of king Edward the first and Elenor of Castile caried by the L. The sift of Edward the second and Isabel of France caried by the Lord Darcie of the South The sixt of king Edward the third and Philippa of Haynolt caried by the L. Cromwel The seuenth of Edmond Langley Duke of Yorke and Isabel of Castile caried by the L. Windsor The eight of Richard Earle of Cambridge and Anne Mortimer caried by the L. Darcie of the North. The ninth of Richard Duke of Yorke and Cicely Neuill caried by the Lord Dudley The tenth of king Edward the fourth Elizabeth Woodnile caried by the Lord Gray The eleuenth of king Henry the seuenth and Elizabeth daughter to king Edward the fourth caried by the Lord Cobham The twelfth of Henry the eight and Anne Bulline father and mother to our late deceased Queene caried by the Lord de la Ware The Shepheards Spring-Song in gratulation of the royall happy and flourishing entrance to the Maiestie of England by the most potent and prudent Soueraigne Iames King of England Scotland France and Ireland Collin THenot and Chloris red lipt Driope Shepheards Nymphs Swaines all that delight in fielde Liuing by harmelesse thrift your fat heards yeelde Why slacke yee now your loued company Vp sluggards learne the larkes do mount and sing Their cheerefull Carrolls to salute our King The Mauis blacke-bird and the little Wren The Nitingale vpon the hawthorne brire And all the wingd Musitions in a Quire Do with their notes rebuke dull lazie men Vp shepeheards vp your slouth breeds al your shames You sleep like beasts while birds salute K. Iames. The gray eyde morning with a blustering cheeke Like Englands Royall Rose mixt red and white Summons all eies to pleasure and delight Behold the euenings deaws doe vpward reeke Drawn by the Sun which now doth gild the skie With his light-giuing and world-cheering eie O that 's well done I see your cause of stay Was to adorne your tempels with fresh flowers And gather beautie to bedecke your powers That they may seeme the cabinets of May Honor this time Sweetest of all sweete Springs That so much good so many pleasures brings For now alone the liuery of the earth Giues not liue comfort to your bleating lambes Nor fils the strouting vdders of their dams It yeeldes another cause of gleesome mirth This ground weares all her best embrodery To entertaine our Soueraignes Maiestie And well she may for neuer English ground Bore such a Soueraigne as this royall Lord Looke vpon all Antiquities Record In no Inrolment such a King is found Beginne with Brute if that of Brute be true As I 'le not doubt but giue old Bards their due He was a Prince vnsetled sought a shore To rest his long tost Troian scattered race And as t is sed found here a resting place Grant this but yeeld he did false gods adore The Nations were not cald to Christ that time Black Pagan clouds darkned this goodly clime So when dissension brought the Romans in No Caesar till the godly Constantine Descended truly from the Brittish line Purg'd this Iles aire from Idoll-hated sinne Yet in care of Rome left Deputies Our Iames maintaines himselfe his dignities The Saxon the Dane scourgd with sharp steele So did the Norman Duke this beauteous land Inuading Lords raigne with an yron hand A gentler ruling in this change we feele Our Lyon comes as meekly as a doue Not conqu'ring vs vs by hurt but hartie loue Euen as a calme to tempest-tossed men As bread to the faint soule with famine vext As a coole spring to those with heate perplext As the Sunnes light into a fearefull denne So comes our King euen in a time of need To saue to shine to comfort and to feed O Shepheards sing his welcome with sweet notes Nymphs strew his way with Roses red and white Prouide all pastimes that may sense delight Offer the fleeces of your flockes white cotes He that now spares doth in that sauing spill Where Worth is little Vertue likes good will Now from the Orchades to the Cornish Iles From thence to Cambria and the Hiberian shore The sound of ciuill warre is heard no more Each countenance is garnished with smiles All in one hymne with sweet contentment sing The praise and power of Iames our onely King Our only King one Lord one Soueraigne O long-desired and perfected good By him the heate of wrath and boiling bloud Is mildly quencht pale Enuy counted vaine One King one people blessed vnitie That ties such mighty Nations to agree Shepheards I le not be tedious in my song For that I see you bent to actiue sport Though I perswade me all time is too short To welcome him whom we haue wisht for long Well done dance on looke how your little lambs Skip as you spring about their fleecie dams Thus were ye wont to trip about the Greene And dance in ringlets like to Fairie Elues Striuing in cunning to exceede your selues In honour of your late-falne summer Queene But now exceede this May excels all springs Which King and Queene and Prince and Princesse brings Showtioyfully ye Nymphs and rurall Swaines Your maister Pan will now protect your folds Your cottages will be as safe as Holds Feare neither Wolues nor subtill Foxes traines A royall king will of your weale take keepe Hee le be your Shepheard you shall be his sheepe He comes in pompe so should a king appeare Gods Deputie should set the world at gaze Yet his milde lookes driue vs from all amaze Clap hands for ioy our Soueraigne draweth neere Sing Io Io shepheards dance and sing Expresse all ioy in welcoming our King The aire the season and the earth accord In Pleasure Order both for sight and sense All things looke fresh to greet his excellence And Collin humbly thus salutes his Lord Dread and beloud liue Englands happy King While seasons last Fresh as the liuely Spring FINIS * Her Royall word or motto was Semper Eadem

almost thirtie yeares agoe courting it now and then I haue seene the Ladies make great shift to hide away their looking-glasses if her Maiestie had past by their lodgings O humble Lady how meeke a spirite hadst thou How farre from affecting beautie or vaine pride when thou desiredst not to see that face which all thy subiects longed dayly to behold and sundry Princes came from farre to wonder at As in these things shee kept truely the Meane so likewise in her gifts as I first nored touching her Charitie which was still so tempered notwithstanding her great charge in aiding her distressed neighbours that she was euer truely liberall and no way prodigall as I trust his Royall Maiestie shall by the treasure finde As shee was adorned with all these vertues so was she indued with Fortitude and Princely courage so plentifully that her displeasure shooke euen her stoutest aduersaries and those vnnaturall traytors that came armed sundry times with bloodie resolution to lay violent hands on her sacred Maiestie her very lookes would daunt and their instruments prepared for her death dropt from their trembling hands with terrour of their consciences and amazement to behold her countenance Nay when she knew they came of purpose to kill her she hath singled diuerse of them alone and let some passe from her with milde caueats a farre off whose lenitie rather increasing then diminishing their malice they haue followed destruction which too timely ouertooke them I could in this place name many particular men as Parry and others but I will content yee with one priuate example ouerpassing the generall when Appletree whom I remembred before had hurt her water-man being next to her in the Barge the French Ambassador being amazed and all crying Treason Treason yetshee with an vndaunted spirite came to the open place of the Barge and bade them neuer feare for if the shotte were made at her they durst not shoote againe such maiestie had her presence and such boldnesse her heart that shee despised all feare and was as all Princes are or should be so full of diuine fulnesse that guiltie mortalitie durst not behold her but with dazeled eyes But I wonder saith Thenot she in so many yeares built no goodly Aedifice wherein her memorie might liue So did shee answered Collin the goodliest buildings in the earth such as like fleeting Iles commanded the seas whose outward wal's are dreadfull Engins of brasse sending fearefull thunder among enemies And the inhabitants of those wooden Iles are worthy Seamen such as dread to danger but for her would haue runne euen into destructions mouth I tell thee Thenot I haue seene in a fight some like nimble spirites hanging in the aire by little cords some lading ordinance with deathfull powder some charging Muskets and discharging ruine on their enemies some at the foreship others busie at helme skipping here and there like Roes in lightnesse and Lions in courage that it would haue powred spirite into a sicke man to see their resolutions For such tenants made she many buildings exceeding any Emperours Nauy in the earth whose seruice I doubt not will be acceptable to her most worthy Successor our dread Soueraigne Lord and King Other Pallaces shee had great store of which shee maintained and yearely repaired at least would haue done if those that had care of her suruaying would haue beene as carefull for hers as for their owne What should I say of her the clowdie mantle of the night couers the beautie of the heauen and this euening lookes like those foure days that preceeded the morning of her death The beasts the night that she ended her fate in earth kept an vnwonted bellowing so that I assure thee Thenot being assured of her sickenesse I was troubled being awakened with their cries with imagination of her death that I pittied not my bleating flocke who with their innocent notes kept time with my true teares till the houre of her death was past when immediately a heauy sleepe shut vp the windowes of mine eyes at which time as I haue since heard deaths eternal sleep vtterly benummed all her sences whose soule I doubt not hath already entred endlesse rest whither God will draw her glorified body in his great day Sweete Virgine she was borne on the Eue of that blessed Virgines Natiuitie holy Mary Christs mother shee died on the Eue of the Annunciation of the same most holy Virgin ablessed note of her endlesse blessednesse and her societie in heauen with those wise Virgines that kept Oyle euer in their Lampes to awayte the Bridegroome Shee came vnto the Crowne after her Royall sisters death like a fresh Spring euen in the beginning of Winter and brought vs comforte as the cleare Sunne doeth to storme-dressed Marriners shee left the Crowne likewise in the winter of her Age and the beginning of our Spring as if the Ruler of heauen had ordained her Coronation in our sharpest Winter to bring vs happinesse and vncrowned her in our happiest Spring to leaue vs in more felicitie by her Succeeder O happy beginning and more happy end which notwithstanding as naturall sonnes and subiects let her not goe vnwept for toher graue This euening let vs be like the Euening that drops dewy teares on the earth and while our hindes shut vp the sheepe in their folds sing a Funerall song for the losse of diuine Elizabeth inuocating absent Schollers to bewaile her whom in sundry Schooles shee cherisht and personally in either of their Vniuersities visited let vs bid souldiers lament her toward whom besides many apparant signes of her exceeding loue this is one most worth memorie shee came amongest them mounted at Tilburie being gathered into a royall Armie against the Spanish Inuasion promising to share with them in all fortunes if the enemie durst but shew his face aland Let Citizens likewise shead teares for her losse especially those of London to whome she was euer a kinde Soueraigne and bountifull neighbour I neede not bidde the Courtiers weepe for they can neuer forgette the countenance of their gracious Mistresse till they haue ingrauen in their hearts the fauour of their most Royall Maister For vs poore Shepheards though we are not able to sute our selues in blacke fine inough to adorne so Royall an Enterrement yet Thenot quicken thy inuention Dryope and Chloris shall beare parte and let vs conclude our sorrow for Eliza in a Funerall Hymne that shall haue power to draw from the swelling Clowdes waters to assist our woe The Springs taught by the teares that breake from our eyes already ouerflow their bounds The Birds sit mute to heare our musicke and our harmelesse flocke hearken to our moanes To this they all as gladly as their griefe would suffer them consented Collin for his broken Pipe toooke Cuddyes who could neither sing nor play Hee was so full of passion and sighes The Funerall Song betweene Collin and Thenot Dryope and Chloris vpon the death of the sacred Virgine ELIZABETH Collin YE sacred Muses