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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A22071	Elizabetha triumphans Conteyning the dammed practizes, that the diuelish popes of Rome haue vsed euer sithence her Highnesse first comming to the Crowne, by mouing her wicked and traiterous subjects to rebellion and conspiracies, thereby to bereaue her Maiestie both of her lawfull seate, and happy life. VVith a declaration of the manner how her excellency was entertained by her souldyers into her campe royall at Tilbery in Essex: and of the ouerthrow had against the Spanish fleete: briefly, truly, and effectually set foorth. Declared, and handled by I.A.	Aske, James.	1588 (1588)	STC 847; ESTC S100272	22,747	44

wise and learned men To parle with the French-men which were there Whose wisedome did therein so much preuaile As at that time concluded was a Peace Whereby the warres of late fire-hote did end And nought at all redoun'd to Fraunce but shame This enterprise so peaceably perform'd In what I pray now doth the Pope triumph His hope quite frustrate soone agaynst his will Makes him neglect to be at morning Masse He raues as mad he curseth Bookes and Beades All Pater-nosters quite are layd aside His Images do want their wonted due Of honor now because so ill he sped Not any Pardons are dispers'd abroade Nor merie lookes on any of his Monkes But dolefully or rather doultishly He keepes his Chamber free from any mirth Thus liues the Pope still mourning for his losse Thus mournes the Pope for want of better lucke Thus want of luck doth make him wish to dye Thus with his wish his death is come at last HE being dead and for his soule a Masse Next morning sung within his Chappell Church His Popedomship with Myter Crowns Crosse Are all bestow'd on Pius quintus grace A man I wish not lesse with enuie frought Although the daies wherein he liu'd were fewe Then was the man which last before him raign'd For when he was installed in his seate He straight was troubled with the Popish pippe He cannot quench his thirst he is so drie But iudge for what For English Martyrs blood He seekes thy bane O England thine he seekes He starues because h'is barred from thy flock This English flock Christs deare and sacred flock Where are his sheepe within a strong kept hold Where feede his sheepe of his most heauenly word Of that same Manna which did fall from heauen Where sheepheards are who carefully them keepe As nere a Wolfe can hurt the poorest sheepe Though this new Pope doth now reuiue againe Of Trent the Counsell to that damned end By Legats sent to diuers forraigne Coasts Fiue Cardinalls with many Bishops are To go about this worke by Pius chos'de To this intent least that the glorious light Which shines most bright among vs English-men Least that same light Christ with his sacred word Should cleerely shine throughout his placed globe Whereby the Pope withall his damned deedes His paynted Gods his senceles stocks and stones Should be forlorn'd foreseene of euery one To let this good and further that too bad These Cattel were from Rome dispers'd abroad But God of heauen agaynst whose holy will The Pope did call this Counsell wickedly That God did laugh to scorne his fond deuise And made it frustrate and of none effect His Legats sent are home agayne return'd To Rome I meane but with as bad successe As had the French-men in their former deede THe Quéen of Scots who late was Quéen of France Consenting to the death of Iames the King Of Scotland late her husband too too true Was faine to flie for that vnnaturall deede From that her natiue and long-holden land From whence escap'd she tooke her passage thence To this our land to happie English land Where happely she was descri'd by chaunce But basely clad and with a simple traine And till the cause of this her landing here Was truely knowne she closely here was kept Yet had she all things for a Princesse meete For where of late she had no trayne at all But like a simple gentell did remayne Now hath she men with women at her call To runne to ride to do her any worke Now hath she sommes great sommes of English quoyne To serue her turne at euery needfull time And yet for all these too too good deedes done To her so bad quite banish'd from all good By this Popes meane she doth perswade the Duke Of Norfolke to rebell agaynst his Queene He drawne thereto doth go about to bring Great forraigne powers vnto his natiue soyle He seekes the death of his dread Soueraigne Whereby he may enioy her royall seate But thankes to God in steade of that he had A Scaffold made whereon he lost his head And now for this the Popes so bad successe He perished as had done all the rest ANd for although these Pecocks tayles were puld Yet doth succeede a bird of that same brood Who will not let to iet and braue it out He will not moue the King of Fraunce or Spayne With forraigne forces to inuade this land But butcher-like he sends abroad his Bulles So grace within a straungers fertill land This Pope affirmes The Queene of English soyle Hath lost the right of this her lawfull seate And by his power he will absolue from oath Her Subiects who agaynst her will rebell This this the Pope and thus he stirres his stumps He thirsts for blood and blood h'ile haue to drinke He will not send vnto his neighbour coasts For to reuiue a Counsell once againe But traytor-like he will his Pardons giue To Rebells rising in their natiue soyle This Pope doth send Magitians to her land To seeke her death by that their deuillish arte Yea which is more h'il cause a deuillish doult Of Fraunce a Doctor Parry I do meane With smiling face for to discharge a Dagge At her kind heart who saued had his life See here the fruite of kindnes ill bestow'd See here a wight worse then the doggest beast Ungratefull wretch to Nature farre unlike For Nature wil's we loue for loue should giue But thou alas by Nature neuer taught Didst seeke the death of this thy happie Queene Whose sacred life did saue thy dying death O damned villaine fostred by a Wolfe Borne of a Tiger nursed by a Beare Nay worse then these did nourish this foule impe For Belzabub by blacke Proserpina Could ne're haue had a deuill halfe so bad But what ensued thereof but this of right The God of heauen who searcheth euery heart And hath regard vnto the innocent Reueil'd their thoughts their treasons did display Before they were by them in practise put And they who sought to spill her guiltles blood Did lose their blood and Parry gain'd a rope These were the deedes of Pius quintus Pope Wherein the deuill had no little share But tooke great paynes and for his paynes he ha● The Pope himselfe with all his Instruments NOw seeing Paulus nothing could atchieue By Francis meanes And also seeing that The Northerne power got nought in Pius tune An other Pope Pope Gregorie forsooth He needes must shoote as haue the others done But yet will haue his bowe and arrowes newe His marke is that whereat the other shot But takes his aime from Ireland thereto Fitzmorises with wretched Desmons Earle Were chiefest shafts which in his quiuer were With these same shafts he thought to hit the white And therefore plac'd them first within his bowe But ere he could vnlose the string thereof And let them flie whereat they leuel'd were The mightie God did cause

the warlike Gray To blow a blast yea such a boysterous blast As arrowes brake and bowe in peeces flew And Pope himselfe constrayn'd to leaue his stand THis Pope though foyl'd yet will not leaue off so But since that this his purpose will not fadge H'il practise now as haue the other done By priuate traytors to reuenge his foyle And like a Foxe who takes his Cubbes abroad Unto a place where Pullen are at feede He thether come will not go in himselfe But sendeth them and sayes h'il keepe the watch Go spare no blood saith he there is ynough Behead the Geese destroy both Cocke and Hennes Leaue ne're a Chicke but shalbe motherles Which done returne that we may all reioyce And glut our selues with their desired blood You for your hire shall haue your share therein The simple Cubbes lesse guilie then the Foxe Do straight beleeue their Sire is sure a God And thinke at least they shalbe Kings or Lords But as they went about their purpose meant In certaine trappes which th'owner of that place Had set to catch the Cattell of that kind They fast were caught a straunge and sodaine chaunge They call for ayde vnto their craftie Sire But he forsooth when as he heard the clappe Did runne away post-hast vnto his denne And leaues his Cubbes to shift to saue their liues Thus deales the Pope a subtile dealing Foxe For when he hath with Popish Pardons sent The Priests his Cubbes vnto this happie land Where is the foule whereat he aimeth still These Iewes-like Cubbes do seeke by all their shifts To mooue rebellion here agaynst our Queene These Catterpillers persons traytors borne Incourage then to kill her Maiestie These seeke to bring in straunge and forraigne powers Which should destroy their natiue Counterie These publisht tayles and lyes in euery place And blas'd abroad that this our Soueraigne A tyrant is O damned enterprise When they them-selues forsaken of their Sire By law condemn'd haue openly confes'd That nought they sought nor ought they could looke for Except the Queene did mercie to them shew ABout this time did Phillip King of Spayne By this Popes meanes prepare a mightie power England therewith he would haue ouer-runne But Don Iohn died who should haue meruels done Whereby he was debarr'd from that his course The Pope so grieues for this so bad successe As h'is halfe mad with finding out new meanes Which once may quench his neuer-ceasing thirst H'il now leaue of his warlike kind of shifts And play a while the Grasier in his deedes He sends abroad his Seminarie Priests To driue his Bulls vnto the English soyle They being there within a fruitfull land Do fat apace and too too lustie grow They cannot liue vnlesse they haue some Kowes By whom their courage may abated bée They bull them oft and bulling get fayre Calues Like to them-selues within a little space Which grow so fast as within twise-three yeares They able are to draw the Popish wayne THe Queene of Scots is chiefest instrument This Pope doth vse soone after he doth raigne For by her meanes there were a companie Of forward gallants brought vnto their ends Fourteene braue youths with diuers other are By her intised to conspire the death Of their thrise sacred and renowned Queene Proud Babbington with all his wretched crue Do seeke the spoyle of this their natiue soyle These with their friends will ayde such forraigne powers As shall to dare to land within this Realme These Catholikes nay Catterpillers then Will set this Pope within his former seate In England here or els thei'l dye the death These by their oathes haue bound themselues thereto Oh Heauens O Earth O neuer-dying Fame Lament with me for Englands haples lucke Her haples lucke through these vnnaturall sonnes Who seeke to ruine her their mother deare And lay in wait to slay their carefull Nurse Elizabeth their Quéene and royall Nurse Whose milke her lawes her sacred life-full lawes Was for them food if that they would haue suckt Whose sacred lawes a cradle none so sure Was for their ease would they haue lien therein And last whose lawes did carefully them warne Least they should fall by payne which long'd thereto But these fond youthes as wayward Children did Despise the counsell of their carefull Nurse And for the same they seeke her death alas With the confusion of their mother deare These moued were for sacred Conscience sake To do these deedes a Deuill sure they were When they themselues did at their ends confesse For this their facts promotion they should haue I that's the Conscience which hath mooued them To séeke an alteration in this land The Pope he thinks he so deserues the place As nere he shall it get by iust desarts The youthfull Sirs so well estéeme of Fame As if they may attaine vnto her Court Thei'l spare no meanes how to obtaine that place The Queene of Scots desires to rule this Realme With such whoate zeale as that she doth not care How many soules vnto Elizium Are sent so she the English Crowne may weare But marke the end which did ensue thereof As foolish Flies which cannot rest at night If that they sée a light within their sight But still will flie vnto the flame thereof Untill they haue themselues consum'd therewith So little power haue they how to resist The burning flames which do ensue there-fro Or as a Bird which being set to rest Within a bush when as he sees the light The which the Fowler carieth in his hand Doth straight approach vnto the flame thereof Whereby h'is catched in his limed bush These foolish flies these fond faceted birds These witlesse youths these thursting paragons Can not abide to see so cleere a light As be the beames which glide from this our Queene But still they storme and enuie at the same And neuer cease till they consumed are By those the fire-like burning flames thereof For Babbington with all his companie Attained were with these their traiterous actes And had the hire which is to Traitors due The Queene of Scots was guiltie found by lawe And suffered death for this conspiracie THe raging Panther so abhorres to see The maiestie the which a man presents As at the sight thereof he frets and fumes And tryes all meanes how to destroy the same Yea which is more if happely he spies A painted man he so enuyes thereat As nere h'il leaue till he defaced hath The fained face which in the picture is This diuelish Pope a Panther borne by birth No lesse abhorreth our dread Soueraigne Her Maiestie doth so offend his sight As all his thoughts are how it to disgrace The King of Spayne who as you heard before Debarred was from comming hitherwards Hath euer sithence enlarged that his power Untill this yeare wherein it complet is In this same yeare of eighty eight the King Catholique hath vnto the end he may In England héere