Prince at Poyters battaile foughâ Short of his Father and himselfe before Her King and Prince that prisoners hither brougâ From forty thousand weltring in their gore That in the worlds opinion it was thought France from that instant could subsist no more The * Marshall and the * Constable there âlaine Vnder the Standard in that battaile ta'ne Nor is this claime for women to succeed Gainst which they would your right to France deâ baâ A thing so new that it so much should need Such opposition as though fetcht from farre By Pepin this is prou'd as by a deed Deposing Cheldricke by a fatall warre By Blythyld dat'd his title to aduance Daughter to Clothar first so nam'd of France Hugh Capet who from Charles of Lorayne tooâ The Crown of France that he in peace might raigâ As heire to Lingard to her title stooke Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine So holy Lowes poring on his booke Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe From Ermingard his Graâdaââ claimd the crown Duke Charles his caughter wrongfully put down Nor thinke my Liege a fitter time then this You could haue found your title to aduance ât the full height when now the faction is â'wixt Burgoyne and the house of Orleance Your purpose you not possibly can misse â for my Lord so luckily doth chance That whilst these two in opposition stand You may haue time your Army there to land And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse ây visuall sence me thinkes in euery eye â see such cheere as of our good successe â France hereafter seemes to Prophecie Thinke not my Soueraigne my Alegiance lesse Quoth he my Lords nor doe you misaply My words thus long vpon this subiect spent Who humbly here submit to your assent THis speech of his that powerful Engine prou'd Then e'r our Fathers got which rais'd vs hier The Clergies feare that quietly remou'd And into France transferd our Hostile fier â made the English through the world belou'd âhat durst to those so mighty things aspire And gaue so cleare a luster to our fame That neighboring nations trembled at our name When through the house this rumor scarsely râ That warre with France propounded was againe In all th' assembly there was not a man But put the proiect on with might and maine So great applause it generally wan That else no bus'nesse they would entertaine As though their honour vtterly were lost If this desine should any way be crost So much mens minds now vpon France were sâ That euery one doth with himselfe forecast What might fall out this enterprise to let As what againe might giue it wings of hast And for they knew the French did still abet The Scot against vs which we vs'd to tast It question'd was if it vvere fit or no To conquer them ere we to France should goe Which Raulph then Earle of Westmerland propoâ Quoth he with Scotland let vs first begin By which we are vpon the North inclos'd And lockt with vs one Continent within Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos'd And with more ease yee spatious France may winâ Else of our selues ere we our ships can cleere To land in France they will invade vs here Not so braue Neuill Excester replies For that of one tvvo labours were to make For Scotland wholly vpon France relies First Conquer France and Scotland yee may take âis the French pay the Scot to them that tyes That stopt asunder quickly ye shall shake The French and Scots to France then first say I First first to France then all the commons cry And instantly an Embassy is sent To Charles of France to will him to restore âhose Territories of whose large extent The English Kings were owners of before Which if he did not and incontinent The King would set those English on his shore That in despight of him and all his might Should leaue their liues there or redeeme his right First Normandy in his demaund he makes With Aquitane a Dutchy no lesse great Aniou and Mayne with Gascoyne which he takes Cleerely his owne as many an English seat With these proud France he first of all awakes âor their deliuery giuing power to treat For vvell he knew if Charles should these restore No King of France was euer left so poore The King and Daulphin to his proud demand âat he might see they no such matter ment â a thing sitter for his youthfull hand â Tunne of Paris Tennis Balls him sent âtter himselfe to make him vnderstand âriding his ridiculous intent â And that was all the answere he could get Which more the King doth to this Conquest âheâ That answering the Ambassadour quoth he Thanks for my Bals to Charles your Soueraign giâ And thus Assure him and his sonne from me I 'le sând him Bals and Rackets if I liue That they such Râcâet shall in Paris see When ouer line with Bââdies I shall driue As that before the set be fully done France may perhap into the Hâzzard runne So little doth luxurious France fore see By her disdaine vvhat shee vpon her drew In her most brauâây sâeâing then to bee The punishment that shortly should ensue Which so incenst the English King that he For full reuenge into that fury grew That those three horroâs Famine Sword and Fâ Could not suffice to satisfie his ire In all mens mouthes novv was no word but wâ As though no thing had any other name And folke would aske of them ariu'd from farre What forces were preparing whence they came â Gainst any bus'nesse 't was a lawfull barre To say for France they were and ' t vvas a shame For any man to take in hand to doe Ought but something that did belong theretoâ Old Armours are drest vp and new are madeâ Iacks are in vvorking and strong shirts of Male He scovvers an * old Foxe he a bilbow blade Novv Shields and Targets onely are for sale Who works for waâre now thriueth by his Trade The brown-Bill and the Battle-Axe preuaile The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe And his barb'd Arrow which he sets to showe Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht ââ full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try Windowes and Towers with Ensines are inricht With ruffing Banners that doe braue the skie Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht To see them thus hang wauing in his eye His toylsome burthen from his back doth throw And bids them work that wil to France hee 'l go Rich Sadles for the Light-horse and the Bard For to be brau'st ther 's not a man but plyes Plumes Bandroules aâd Caparizons prepar'd Whether of two and men at Armes diuise The Greaues or * Guyses were the surer guard The Vambrasse or the Pouldron they should prize And where a stand of Pikes plac't close or large Which way to take aduantage in the Charge One traynes his Horse another trayles his Pike He with his Pole
a head Another stumbling falleth in his flight Wanting a legge and on his face doth light The Duks who found their force thus ouerthrown And those few left them ready still to route Hauing great skill and no lesâe courage showne Yet of their safeties much began to doubt For hauing few about them of their owne And by the English so impal'd about Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld Or else abide the fury of the field They put themselues on those victorious Lord Who led the Vanguard with so good successe Bespeaking them with honourable wordes Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse Who by the strength of their commanding swordâ Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring preâ By Suffolkes ayde till they away were sent Who with a Guard conuayd them to his Tent. When as their Souldiers to eschew the sacke Gainst their owne Battell beating in their flight By their owne French are strongly beaten backe Lest they their Ranks should haue disord'red quigâ So that those men at Armes goe all to wracke Twixt their own friends those with whom theâ figâ Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd To striue which should the powerfullest be dâem'â And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes Stay men at Armes let Fortune doe her worst And let that Villane from the field that flies By Babes yet to be borne be euer curst All vnder Heauen that we can hope for lyes On this dayes battell let me be the first That turn'dye backe vpon your desperate Foeâ To saue our Honours though our liues we lose To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe which long Had in the Battaile ranged here and there A thousand Bills a thousand Bowes among And had seene many spectacles of feare And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong By that which he had chancd from him to heare Vpon the shoulder claps him Prince quoth he Since I must fall Oh let me fall with thee Scarse had he spoke but th' English them inclose And like to Mastiues fiercely on them flew Who with like courage strongly them oppose When the Lord Beamont who their Armings knew Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes Quoth he lo where Dauerney are and Ewe In this small time who since the Field begun Haue done as much as can by men be done Now slaughter ceaze me if I doe not grieue Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine Lies there no way my Lord them to releeue And for their Ransomes two such to retaine Quoth Suffolke come wee le hazzard their repreeue And share our Fortunes in they goe amaine And with such daÌger through the presse they wade As of their liues but small account they made Yet ere they through the clustred clouds could get Oft downe on those there trod to death that lay The valiant Daulphine had discharg'd his debt Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day The Earle of Ewe and wondrous hard beset Had left all hope of life to scape away Till Noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name Now the maine Battaile of the French came on The Vauward vanquisht quite the field doth fly And other helpes besides this haue they none But that their hopes doth on their mayne rely And therefore now it standeth them vpon To fight it brauely or else yeeld or dye For the fierce English Charge so home and sort As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore The Duke of Yorke who since their fight begun Still in the top of all his troopes was seene And things well-neere beyond beleefe had done Which of his fortune made him ouer weene Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne So that the French which quickly got betweene Him and his succours that great Chieftaine slue Who brauely fought whilst any breath he drew The newes soone brought to this couragious King Orespred his face with a distempred Fire Though making little shew of any thing Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire More then before the Frenchmen menacing And hee was heard thus softly to respire Well of thy blood reuenged will I bee Or ere one houre be past I le follow thee When as the frolike Caualry of France That in the Head of the maine Battaile camâ Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance To charge in person it doth them inflame ãâ¦ã ch one well hoping it might be his chance ãâ¦ã sease vpon him which was all their ayme Then with the brauest of the English met Themselues that there before the King had set When th' Earle of Cornewall with vnusuall force âcounters Grandpre next that came to hands ãâ¦ã strength his equall blow for blow they scorce âeelding their Axes as they had bene wands âll the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse ãâ¦ã er whom strait the Count Salines stands And lendeth Cornewall such a blow withall Ouer the crupper that he makes him fall Cornewall recouers for his Armes were good ãâ¦ã d to Saline maketh vp againe âho chang'd such boy strous buffers that the blood âth through the ioints of their strong Armor strain ãâ¦ã Count Salines sunke downe where he stood âmount who sees the Count Salines slaine âtraight copes with Cornewal beaten out of breath ãâ¦ã Till Kent comes in and rescues him from death Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth fly ãâ¦ã at the Earle with no lesse courage strucke ãâ¦ã d one the other with such knocks they ply ãâ¦ã at eithers Axe in th' others Helmets stucke âhilst they are wrastling crossing thigh with thigh ãâ¦ã eir Axes pikes which soonest out should plucke They fal to ground like in their Casks to smother With their clutcht Gantlets âuffing one another Couragious âlâeâ grieued at the sight Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might Whose coÌming seem'd the stout Lord Soales to cal ãâ¦ã Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall Gainst him goes Roussy in then Louell ran Whom next Count Morveyle chuseth as his m ãâ¦ã Their Curates are vnreuited with blowes With Horrid wounds their breasts and faces slas ãâ¦ã There drops a cheeke and there falls off a nose And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht Yet still the better with the English goes The earth of France with her owne blood is wash ãâ¦ã They fall so fast she scarce affords them roome ãâ¦ã That one mans trunke becomes anothers tom ãâ¦ã When Suffolke chargeth Huntingdon with slo ãâ¦ã Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin And had neglected his fast plighted troth Vpon the Field the Battaile to begin That where the one was there they would be bothâ When the stout Earle of Huntingdon to win Trust with his friends doth this himselfe inlar ãâ¦ã To this great Earle who dares him thus to chargâ My Lord quoth he it is not that I feare More then your selfe that so I haue not gone But that
sense could apprehend the blow Whilst one is asking what the bus'nesse is Hearing in French his country-man to cry He who detaines him prisoner answeres this Mounsier the King commands that you must die This is plaine English whilst he 's killing his He sees another on a French man flye And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines Whilst he 's demanding what the garboile mea ãâ¦ã That tender heart whose chance it was to haue Some one that day who did much valour showe Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue But ãâ¦ã all Lots had fate pleas'd to bestow Hee who his prisoner willingly would saue Lastly constrain'd to giue the deadly blowe That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe Turning his face full bitterly doth weepe Ten thousand French that inwardly were well Saue some light hurts that any man might heale Euen at an instant in a minute fell And their owne friends their deaths to them to deale Yet of so many very few could tell Nor could the English perfectly reueale The desperate cause of this disastrous hap But euen as Thunder kil'd them with a clap How happy were those in the very height Of this great Battaile that had brauely dyde When as their boyling bosomes in the fight Felt not the sharpe steele thorow them to slide But these now in a miserable plight Must in cold blood this massacre abide Caus d by those Villanes curst aliue and dead That from the field the passed morning fled When as the King to Crowne his glorious day Now bids his souldiers after all this toyle No forces found that more might them dismay Of the dead French to take the gen'rall spoyle Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu'ry way For eu'n as Clods they cou'red all the soyle Commanding none should any one controule Catch that catch might but each man to his dole They fall to groping busily for gold Of which abouâ them ãâ¦ã stâre They find as much as wâll their hands can hold Whââad but siluer him they counted poâre Scââfes Chaines anâ Bracelââs were not to be told So rich as thâse ââ souldiers were before Who got a Ring would scarcely put it on Except therein there were some Radiant stone Out of rich sates the Noblest French they strip Anâ leaue their bodies naked on the ground And each one fill his Knapsack or his Scrip W ãâ¦ã some rare thâng that on the Field iâ found About his bus'nâss âât he âââbly Skip T ãâ¦ã vpon him mâny a câuâll wound And where they found a French not out-right slainâ They ãâ¦ã im a prisoner conââantly retaine Who scarsâ a Shirt had but the day before Noâ a whole Sââcking to keepe out the cold Hath a whole Wardrop at commend in store In thâ French fashâon flanting it in gold And in the âauerne in his Câps doth rore Chocking his Crowns and growes thereby so bo ãâ¦ã That proudly he a Captaines name asiumes In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes Wagons and Carts are laden till they cracke With Armes and Tents there taken in the field For want of âarridge on whose tops are pacââ Ensignes Coat-Armours Targets Speares Shields Nor need they conuoy fâaâing to be sackâ For all the country to King Henry yeelds And the poore peasant helpes along to beare What late the goods of his proud Landlords were A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre For a French Crowne might any where be bought But if so be that he had any scarre Though nâ'r so small he valew'd was at naught With spoyles so sated the proud English are Amongst the slaine that who for pillage sought Except some rich Caparison he found For a steele Saddle would not stoope to ground And many a hundred beaten downe that were Whose wounds were mortal others wondrous deep When as our English ouer past tâey heare And no man left a Watch on them to keepe ãâ¦ã to the Bushes and the Ditches neare âpon their weake hands and their knees doe creepes But for their hurts tooke aâre and were vndrest They were found dead and buried with the rest Thus when the King saw that the coast was clear'd And of the French who were not flaine were fled Nor in the field not any then appear'd That had the power againe to make a head This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer'd Thanking his God that he so well had sped And so towr'ds Callice brauely marching on Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane FINIS The Battaile of Agin-Court THE MISERIES OF QVEENE MARGARITE I Sing a woman and a powerfull Queene Henry the Sixt the King of Englands Wife The beautious Margarite whose misgouern'd spleene So many sorrowes brought vpon her life As vpon womans neuer yet were seene In the beginning of that fatall strife Th'ânlucky season when the Yorkists saught To bring the Line of Lancaster to naught It was the time of those great stirres in France Their ancient Right that th' English had regain'd By the proud French attributing to chance What by meere Manhood stoutly ours obtain'd Their late-falne Ensignes labour'd to aduance The Streets with blood of either Nation stain'd These striue to hold those to cast off the yoake Whilst forts towns flew vp to heauen in smoke The neighboring Princes greatly pittying theâ The Christian blood in that long quarrel shed Which had dâââur'd such multitudes of mân ãâ¦ã the full aâth could scarsely keepe heâ dead Yet for âach English of her Natââââ ten In zeale to ãâ¦ã these neighbouring Princes lâd At Tours in Tourayne set them downe a Dyet Could it ââ donâ these clamorous fiâuds to quiet From th'Emperour there Am ãâ¦ã e The Kings of Denmarke Hungary and Spayne And that each thing the âpâly might contâiue And both the King there largely might complaine The Duke of Oâlâance for the French doth striue To show his grieâaâce William Poole againe The Earle of Suffolke doâh âoâ England stââd Who stâer'd the state then âiââ a powerful hand For eighteene moneths they ratifie a peace Twâxt these proud Realâs which Suffolk doth pursue With al his powers with hope stil to encrease The same expir'd that it should soone renew For by his meanes if so thâ wars might cease âe had a plot of which they neuer knew To his intent if all things went aright Hee le make the dull world to admire his might For hauing seene faire Margarite in France that tim 's brightst beauty being then but yong Her piercing eyes with many a subtill glance His mighty heart so forâibly had stung As made him thinke if that he could aduarce This nortall wonder onely that among His rising Fortunes should the greatest proue If to his Queene he could aduance his loue Her eyes at all points Arm'd with those deceits That to her sexe are naturall euery way Which vvith more Art she as inticing baits For this great Lord doth with aduantage lay As he againe that on her bosome waits Had found that there which could he
come to sway He would put faire as euer man did yet Vpon the height of Fortunes whâele to sit Loue and Ambition spurre hââ in such sort As that alone t' accomplish hââ desire To fall with Phaeton he would thinke it sport Though he should set the Vnlâââsâ on âire Nor recks he what the world of him report He must scorne that who will dare to aspier For through the aire his wings him way shal make Though in his fall the frame of heauen he shake Reyner descended from the Royall stem Of France the Duke of Anâoâ stiled King Of Naples Cicil and Ierusalem Although in them he had not any thing But the poore title of a Diadem Seing by Suffolke greater hopes to spring Puts on his Daughter that great Lord to please Of Englands Counsailes who kept all the keyes But strange encounters strongly him oppose In his first entrance to this great Designe Those men were mighty that against him rose And came vpon him with a Countermine That he must now play cunningly or lose Cunning they were against him that combine Plot aboue plot doth straine aloft to tower The conflict great twixt pollicy and power For Humfrey Duke of Gloster stil'd the good Englands Protector sought a match to make ââth a faire Princesse of as Royal blood The Daughter of the Earle of Arminake And hââ crown'd Nephew but stout Suffolke stood Still for his Mistresse nor will her forsake But make her Henryes Queene in spight of all Or she shall rise or Suffolke sweares to fall By the French faction when she vp is cryde Of all Angellique excellence the Prime Who was so dull that her not Deifide To be the onely Master-piece of time The prayse of her extended is so wide As that thereon a man to heauen might clime All tongues and eares inchanted with delite When they doe talke or heare of Margarite And those whom Poole about his Prince had plac'd And for his purpose taught the tricks of Court To this great King and many a time had grac'd To make his eares more apt for their report âauing the time most diligently trac'd ând saw these things successiuely to sort Strike in a hand and vp together beare To make faire Margarite Musicke in his eare Aniou a Dutchy Mayne a Countrey great Of which the English long had beene possest ând Mauns a city of no small receite âo which the Duke pretended interest âor the conclusion when they came to treate ând things by Poole were to the vtmost prest Are to Duke Reyner reudred vp to hold To buy a Hellen thus a Troy was sold When of an Earle a Marquesse Poole is made âhen of a Marquesse is a Duke created âor he at east in Fortunes lap was layd âo glorious actions wholly consecrated Hard was the thing that he could not perswade ân the Kings fauour he was so instated Without his Suffolke who could not subsist So that he ruled all things as he list This with a strong astonishment doth strike âh'amazed world which knew not what to say What liuing man but did the act mislike âf him it did not vtterly dismay âhat what with blood was bought at push of pike Got in an age giu'n in an houre away Some largely speake and some againe are dumbe WoÌdring what would of this straÌge world become As when some dreadfull Comet doth appeare Athwart thâ hâ aâeÌ thaâ throws his threatning light The peaceful people that at quiet were Stand with wild gâzâs wond'ring at the sight Some War some Plâgues so ãâ¦ã faââin greatly feare Some falls of Kingdomes or of ãâ¦ã of migât The grieued people thus their iudgements spend Of these strange Actions what should be the end When Suffolke Procurator for the King Is sââp'd for France t'âspouse the beautious Bride And fitted to the full of euery thing Followed with Englands Gallantây and pride As fresh as is the brauery of the Spring Comming to Towers there sumptâoâsl affide This one whose like no age had seene before Whose eyes out-shone the Iewels that she wore Her reucrent Parents ready in the place As oneâioy'd this happy day to sâe The King and Queene the Nuptials there to grace On them three Dukes as then attendânts be Seuen Earles ãâ¦ã Barrons in their âquâpace And twenty Bishops whââââ that onely she Like to the Roââ morning towards the rise Cheeres all the Church as it doth cheere the skiââ Tââumphaâl Aâches the glad Towne doth raise And sâlts and Turââys are ãâ¦ã at Court Conceited Masks ãâ¦ã Banqâeâs witty playes ãâ¦ã them many a pretty sport âoâts write Prothalamions in their praise ântill mens eares were cloyd with the report Of either sexe and who doth not delight To weare the Daysie for Queene Margarite The Tryumphs ended he to England goes With this rich Gem allotted him to keepe ãâ¦ã ill entertained with most sumptuous showes ân passing thorough Normandy to Diâpe Where like the Sea the concourse dayly flowes âor her departure whilst sad France doth weepe And that the ships their crooked Anchors waide By which to England she must be conuayd And being fitted both for Winde and Tide Out of the Harbour flyes this goodly Fleet ând for faire Portsmouth their straight course they plyd Where the King stayd his louely Bride to meete âonder she comes when as the people cryd Busie with Rushâs strevâing euery streete The brainelesse Vulgar little vnderstand The Horrid plagues that ready were to Laâd Which but to soone all-seeing heauen foretold For shee was scarsely safely put a Shore âât that the skies ô wondrous to behold Orespred with lightning hideously doth rore The furious winds with one another scold Neuer such Tempests had beene seene before With sudden floods whose villages were drown'd Steeples with earthquaks tumbled to the ground VVHeÌ to their purpose thiÌgs to pass wer broght And these two braueaÌbitious spirits wer me The Queene and Duke now frame their working though Into their haÌdâ the Soueraignty to get For soon they found the King could not be wrought Vp to their ends nature so low had set His humble heart that what they would obtaine T is they must do'â by collour of his Raigne And for they found the grieued commons grutcâ Aâ this which Suffolke desperately had done Who for the Queene had parted with so much Thereby yet nothing to the Realme had wonne And those that spur'd the people on were such As to oppose them openly begunne Therefore by them some great ones down must go Which if they mist of they themselues must so Yorke then which had the Regency in France They force the King ignobly to displace Thereto the Duke of Summerset t' aduance Their friend and one of the Lancastrian Race For they betwixt them turnd the wheele of Chanââ T is they cry vp t is they that doe abase He 's the first man they purpos'd to remoue The onely Minion of the peoples
well that all things went not right For with his succours Clarence came not in Whom to suspect he greatly doth beginne And not in vaine for that disloyall Lord Taking those forces he had leuied leaues The Earle and with his Brother doth accord Which of all hope braue VVarwicke so bereâueââ âhat now King Edward hopes to be restor'd Which then too late the credulous Earle perceiues Edward towards London with an Army sped To take the Crown once more from Henrys head The Queene in France this woful newes that heard How farre through England Edward thus had past As how by Glarence whom she euer fear'd VVarwicke behind-hand mightily was cast This most vndaunted Queene her hopes yet cheer'd By those great perills she had lately past And from King Lewis doth three thousand prest To ayde her friends in England in distresse Whilst she is busie gathering vp those aydes In so short time as France could her afford Couragious VVarwicke basely thus betray'd By Clarence lewdly falsifying his word The most couragious Earle no whit dismayd But trusting still to his successefull Svvord Follovves the King towards London march'â before Each day his Power increasing more and more But Edward by the Londoners let in Who in their Gates his Army tooke to guard VVarwicke this while that trifling had not bin But with a povver sufficiently prepar'd T' approach the City brauely doth begin To dare the King vvho lately him had dar'd Who then from London his Arm'd forces leades Towards where his march ambitious VVarwicke treadâ From London this that from Saint Albans set These two graÌd souldiers shoulâring for the Crown They in the mid-way are at Barnet met Where then they set their puissant Armies downe VVarwicke as neere as euer hee could get But Edward onely taketh vp the Towne Betwixt whose âents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day âuffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may âhowing what blood her light was like to lose But hope of slaughter beares so great asway That with the Sunne their rage still higher growes Full were their hands of death so freely dealt That the most mortal wounds the least were felt The aduerse Ensignes to each other waue As t' were to call them forward to the field The King the Earle The Earle the King doth braue Nor cares he for the Leopards in his shield And whilst one friend another striues to saue He 's slaine himselfe if not enforc'd to yeeld In either Army there is not one eye But is spectator of some Tragedy Those wrongs the King had from the Earle receiu'd ââpulst the Kingdome onely by his power ââen to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd âor full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd âheltred by him from many a bloody shower Spurres vp reuenge and with that violent rage That scarsely blood their fury could asswage VVarwicke who sees his Souldiers had the worse And at a neere point to be put to flight Throwing himselfe from oâ his Armed Horse Thrusts in on foote into the deadliest fight Edward againe with an vnusuall force In his owne person in the Armies sight Puts for the Garland which if now he lose Warwicke his Crowne at pleasure would disposâ To Edwards side but fortune doth encline Warwickes high valour then was but in vaine His noble soule there destin'd to resigne Braue Mountacute his valiant Brother slaine Here Sommerset with them that did combine Forced to flye and Excesteâ is faine To saue himselfe by Sanctuary this day Edward's victorious and beares all away THis fatall field vnluckily thus lost That very day so Destiny contriues That the grieu'd Queene at Sea turmoyl'd and tost Neere twenty dayes in Weymouth Road ariues Where scarcely landed but Post after Post Brings her this ill newes vvhich so farre depriues Her of all comfort that shee curst and band Those plaguy winds that suffered her to land Wert thou quoth shee so fortunate in fight O noble VVarwicke when thou wert our foe And now thou stood'st in our indoubted right And should'st for Henry thy high valour show Thus to be slaine what power in our despight Watcheth from heau'n vpon our ouerthrow Th' vnlucky Starres haue certainly made lawes To marke for death the fauourers of our cause O vvhat infernall brought that Edward backe ãâ¦ã late expel'd by VVarwickes powerfull hand Was there no way his rotten Ship to wracke Was there no Rock was there no swallowing sand And too the wretched Subiects were so slacke To suffer him so traiterously to land Surely whole heau'n against vs haue conspir'd Or in our troubles they had else beene tyr'd Was I for this so long detayn'd in France From ragefull Tempests and reseru'd till now That I should land to meete with this mischance ât must needes be the Powers haue made a vowe Vp to that height my sorrowes to aduance That before mine all miseries shall bowe That all the sorrow mortalls can surmise Shall fall far short oâ Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease ât the least breath of comfort to preuent âhe next ill newes in rushing after these âas that King Henry to the Tower was sent As though it selfe euen Destiny should please ãâ¦ã wretched Margarites heauy discontent Thrunging so thick as like themselues to smother Or as one ranne to ouertake another Those scattered Troopes from Barnet that escap'd âearing the Queene thus landed with her power âugh much dismay'd with what had lately hapt ãâ¦ã Gore drown'd Gladmore in that bloody shower And fearing by the foe to be entrapt Through vntrod grounds in many a tedious howâ Flocke to her dayly till that by her ayde Equall with Edwards they her Army made When Somerset and Devonshire came in To the sad Queene and bad her not dispaire Though they of late infortunate had bin Yet there vvas helpe that Ruine to repaire What they had lost they hop'd againe to win And that the way lay open yet and faire For that the West would wholly with her rise Besides from VValles assur'd her of Supplyes And euery day still adding to their Force As on their Host tow'rds Glocester they guide When Edward finding their intended course Againe for Battell strongly doth prouide Both Armies they supply vvith Foote and Horse By both their friends as they affect the side And in their march at Tâwkesbury they met Where they in Order their Battalions set Ill was her choyse of this vneuen ground Lucklesse the place vnlucky vvas the howre The Heauens vpon her so extreamely frownd As on her head their plagues at once to powre As in a Deluge here her hopes were drown'd Here sees she death her faithfull friends deuoure The earth is fil'd with grones the aire with cry ãâ¦ã Horrour on each side
my conceipt friend thou didst neuer see A righter Madam then thou hast of mee For now as Elegiacke I bewaile These poore base times then suddainely I le raile And I am Satiricke not that I inforce My selfe to be so but euen as remorse Or hate in the proud fullnesse of their hight Master my fancy iust so doe I write But gentle friend as soone shall I behold That stone of which so many haue vs told Yet neuer any to this day could make The great Elixar or to vndertake The Rose-Crosse knowledge which is much like that A Tarrying-iron for fooles to labour at As euer after I may hope to see A plague vpon this beastly world for mee Wit so respected as it was of yore And if hereafter any it restore It must be those that yet for many a yeere Shall be vnborne that must inhabit here And such in vertue as shall be asham'd Almost to heare their ignorant Grandsires nam'd With whom so many noble spirits then liu'd That were by them of all reward depriu'd My noble friend I would I might haue quit This age of these and that I might haue writ Before aâ other how much the braue pen Had here bin honoured of the English men Goodnesse and knowledge held by them in prise How hatefull to them ignorance and vice But it falls out the contrary is true And so my Ieffereyes for this time adue Vpon the death of Mistris Elianor Fallowfield ACcursed Death what need vvas there at all Of thee or who to councell did thee call The subiect vvhere upon these lines I spend For thee was most vnfit her timelesse end Too soone thou wrought'st too neere her thou didst stand Thou shouldst haue lent thy leane and mâager hand To those who oft the helpe thereof beseech And can be cured by no other Leech In this wide world hovv many thousands be That hauing past fourescore do call for thee The wretched debtor in the Iayle that lyes Yet cannot this his Creditor suffice Doth woe thee oft with many a sigh and teare Yet thou art coy and him thou wilt not heare The Captiue slaue that tuggeth at the Oares And vnderneath the Bulls tough sinewes rores Begs at thy hand in lieu of all his paines That thou vvould'st but release him of his chaines Yet thou a niggard listenest not thereto W ãâ¦ã short gaspe which thou might'st easily do But thou couldst come to her ere there was need And euen at once destroy both flovvre and seede But cruell death if thou so barbarous bee To those so goodly and so young as shee That in their teeming thou wilt shew thy spight Either from marriage thou wilt Maides affright Or in their Wedlocke Widdowes liues to chuse Their husbands bed and vtterly refuse Fearing conception so shalt thou thereby Extirpate mankind by thy cruelty If after direfull Tragedy thou thirst Extinguish Himens Torches at the first Build Funerall pyles and the sad pauement strew With mournful Cypresse and the pale-leau'd Yewe Away with Roses Mirtle and with Bayes Ensignes of mith and iollity as these Neuer at Nuptialls vsed be againe But from the Church the new Bride entertaine With Weeping Nenias euer and among As at departings be sad Requiems song Lucina by th' old Poets that wert sayd Women in Child-birth euermore to ayde Because thine Altars long haue layne neglected Nor as they should thy holy fiers reflected Vpon thy Temples therefore thou doest flye And wilt not helpe them in necessity Thinking vpon thee I doe often muse Whether for thy deare sake I should aâcuse Nature or Fortune Fortune then I blame And doe impute it as her greatest shame To hast thy timelesse end and soone agen I vexe at Nature nay I curse her then That at the time of need she was no stronger That wee by her might haue enioy'd thee longer But whilst of these I with my selfe debate I call to mind how flinty-hearted Fate Seaseth the olde the yong the faire the foule No thing of earth can Destiny controule But yet that Fate which hath of life bereft thee Still to eternall memory hath lefâ thee Which thou enioy'st by the deserued breath That many a great one hath not after death FINIS * The law Salique was that women should noâ iâ herite whâ law Edward the third â his right to â the Crowne by his motâ cancelled wâ his sword so much as at that tiâ made way his clarme though in France thâ law bee inviolable * Henry thâ so named â Town in Lâ colne Shiâ where he borne * Henry the fift borne Munmouâ in Wââââ Dowglas in that battaile âew three in the Kings âoat Aâmoââ Wickliffe a learned Diuine and the greatest Propestant of those times A Parliament at Leicester Henry Chichly succeeding Arundâll late decââsed in that See * So they termed it as unworthy of a better title The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration to tââ Kingâând Parliament at Lecesterâ in the ãâ¦ã following Stanzaes The Crââââ of France descended vpon Edward the third from Isabell âu Mother Daughtar and suâââââing heire to King Philip of France named the faire * Iames Daulpââââ of Viennoies The Dukes of Lââraine Burbon The Earles of Aumerlâ Savoye Mountbilliard Flaunders Nevers ââarcourt King Iohn of France and Philip his son taken by the Blacke Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers brought Prisoners to ââ land Iohn of Cleumount Peter of Burbon Examples of such as haue aduanâd themselues to the Crowne of France against the strict letter of the lawe Salique in two following Stanzaes Ralph Neuill then warden of the Marches betwixt England and Scotland An âââ adagâ He that will France wiâ must with Scotland first beginne The Duke of Excester the Kings owne ââââ The first breaâh with France The Countries demanded by the King of England The King and Daulphine of France dâââdeth the King of England Henry the fist answered for the Tennis Balles The language of Tennis * Blades accounted of the best temâer Armed at all poynts * Armings for the thigh and legge * Armings for the arme and shoulder Great Ordnance then âuâ newly in âââ Halfe thâââââ cutt of the Island from the Spanish to the German Ocean Edward the third * The Soa betwixt France and England ââ called A Catalogue of the Sâps in ââ Stanzaes The names of the Kings 7. Ships of War An Indian Bird so great that she is able to carrie an Elephant The Bay of Portugal â of the high working Sâ that is knowââ * A country ââng vpon âe âast Sea ordering vpon Poland âamous for ââerring fishng âydes to the âing by the âobility a A blazon of the Ensignes of the seueral Shireâ in 14. Stanzas following b Expressing their freedome as still retaining their ancient liberties by surprizing the Conqueror like a mouing wood c An expression of King Harolds deatâ slaine with an Arrow iâ the head at â the Baâtaâââ of Hastings fighting against the Conquerour d The first famous Earle of
that first did them inuent Both armies fit and at the point to fight The French assuring of themselues the day Send to the King of England as in spight To know what he would for his Ransome pay Who with this answere doth their scorne requite âpray thee Herault wish the French to stay And e'r the day be past I hope to see That for their Ransomes they shall send to mee The French which found how little Henry makes âf their vaine boasts as set therewith on fire Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes âhe Constable to raise his spleene the hyer âhus speaks Braue frieÌds now for your Grandsires saks âour countrys honor or what may inspire Your souls with courage strain vp all your power To make this day victoriously ours Forward stout French your vallours and aduance ây taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine ând strongly fixe the Diadem of France Which to this day vnsteadâ doth remaine Now with your swords their Traitors bosoms lance ând with their bloods wash out that ancient staine And make our earth drunke with the English gore Which hath of ours oft surfetted before Let not one liue in England once to tell âhat of their King or of the rest became Nor to the English what in France befell But what is bruted by the generall fame But now the Drums began so loud to yell As cut off further what he would declame And Henry seeing them on so fast to make Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake THinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause And he 's no man their number that will wâ Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause The more they are the greater is our prey We 'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes And let report to England this conuey That it for me no ransome e'r shall rayse Either I l'e Conquer or here end my dayes It were no glory for vs to subdue Them then our number were the French no moâ When in one battaile twice our Fathers flew Three times so many as themselues before But to doe something that were strange and new Wherefore I aske you Came we to this shore Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowâ And with their swords we 'l hew yan forrest dâ The meanest Souldier if in fight hee take The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne Without controule shall him his prisoner make And haue his ransome freely as his owne Now English lyes our honour at the stake And now or neuer be our valour showne God our cause Saint George for England sta ãâ¦ã Now charge them English fortune guide yoâ haâ When hearing one wish all the valiant men At home in England with them present were The King makes answere instantly againe I would not haue one man more then is here ââe subdue lesse should our praise be then âeuer come lesse losse shall England beare And to our numbers we should giue that deed Which must from Gods own powerfull hand proceed The dreadful charge the drums trumpets sound With hearts exalted though with humbled eyes When as the English kneeling on the ground Extend theâr hands vp to the glorious skies Then from the earth as though they did rebound âiue as fire immediatly they rise And such a shrill shoute from their thrâats they sent As made the French to stagger as they went Wherwith they stopt when Erpingham which led ãâ¦ã e Army saw the shout had made them stand ãâ¦ã ting his warder thrice about his head âe cast it vp with his auspitious hand âhich was the signall through the English spread âhat they should charge which as a dread coÌmand Made them rush on yet with a second rore Frighting the French worse then they did before But when they saw the enemy so slowe âhich they expected faster to come on ãâ¦ã e scattering shot they sent out as to showe ãâ¦ã their approach they onely stood vpon âhich with more feruour made their rage âo glow â much disgrace that they had vnder-gone Which to amend with Ensignes let at large Vpon the English furiously they charge At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy Tyde Shou'd by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise At the full height against the ragged side Of some rough Cliffe of a Giganticke sise Foming with rage impetuously doth ride The angry French in no lesse furious wise Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse Assayle the English to disperse their force When as those Archers there in ambush layd Hauing their broad side as they came along With their barb'd Arrows the French Horses pay And in their âlankes like cruell Hornets stong They kick and cry of late that proudly nay de And from their seates their Armed riders flong They ranne together flying from the Dike And make their riders one another strike And whilst the front of the French vanguard ma ãâ¦ã Vpon the English thinking them to Route Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes And being wounded turne themselues about The bit into his teeth the Courser takes And from his Ranke flyes with his Master out Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne If in the throng not both together throwne Tumbling on heapes some of their Horses cast With their foure feete all vp into the ayre Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last Soe breake their rains and thence their riders b ãâ¦ã âome with their feete sticke in the stirrups fast ây their fierce Iades and trayled here and there Entangled in their bridles one backe drawes And pluckes the bit out of anothers iawes With showers of shafts yet still the English ply âhe French so fast vpon the poynt of flight âith the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by âor all this while had medled in the fight âpon the Horses as in chase they fly ârowes so thicke in such abundance light âhat their broad buttocks men like buts might see Whereat for pastime bow-men shooting bee When soone De Lannies and Sureres hast âayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle âith two light wings of Horse which had beene plac't âill to supply where any should recoyle ât yet their forces they but vainely waste âr being light into the generall spoyle Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine Yet scapes himselfe but braue Surreres slaine The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped âds his command that instantly it stay âesiring Yorke so brauely that had led ãâ¦ã hold his souldiours in their first array âr it the Conflict very much might sted ãâ¦ã mewhat to fall aside and giue him way Till full vp to him he might bring his power And make the Conquest compleat in an hower Which Yorke obayes and vp King Henry comes When for his guidance he had got him roome The dreadful bellowing of whose straitbracd dru ãâ¦ã To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome And them with such stupidity benummes As though the earth had groaned from her wombe For
I haue beene forced to bee neare The King whose person I attend vpon ãâ¦ã d that I doubt not but to make appeare âow if occasion shall but call me on Looke round about my Lord if you can see Some braue aduenture worthy you and me See yan proud Banner of the Duke of Barres ãâ¦ã think'st it wasts vs and I heare it say ãâ¦ã her 's that couragious Englishman that dares ãâ¦ã enture but to carry me away âis were a tâing now worthy of our warres ãâ¦ã true quoth Suffolke by this blessed day On and wee le haue it sayst thou so indeed Quoth Huntingdon then Fortune be our speed ând through the rancks then rushing in their pride âey make a Lanâ about them so they lay âote goes with foote and side is ioynde to side âey strike downe all that stand within their way ãâ¦ã d to direct them haue no other guide ãâ¦ã as they see the multitude to sway And as they passe the French as to defie Saint George for England and the King they cry By their examples each braue English blood ãâ¦ã the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne ãâ¦ã e there as trees within a well-growne wood âere great Atchieuements instantly were done ãâ¦ã inst them roughly whilst that Nation stood ãâ¦ã ô what man his destinie can shunne That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne âhen âe much vallour sundry wayes had showne Which the proud English further doth proââ Who to destruction bodily were bent That the maine battaile instantly they broke Vpon the French so furiously they went And not an English but doth scorne a stroake If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent Who weak with wounds their weapons froÌ thâ thrâ With which the English fearefully them slew Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne By those vnarm'd that from the English fled All further hopes them vtterly forlorne His Noble heart in his full bosome bled VVhat fate quoth he our ouerthrow hath sworne Must France a prisoner be to England led VVell if she be so yet I le let her see Shee beares my carkasse with her and not me And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere When with the courage of a valiant Knight As one that knew not or forgot to feare He tow'rds King Henry maketh in the fight And all before him as he downe doth beare Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth brinâ Scarse two piks length that came before the ãâ¦ã Their Staues both strongly reuetted with sââ At the first stroke each other they astound That as they staggering from each other reele The Duke of Glocester falleth to the ground âhen as Alanzon round about doth wheele âhinking to lend him his last deadly wound In comes the King his brotherâ life to saue And to this braue Duke a fresh on set gaue When as themselues like thunderbolts they shot One at the other and the lightning brake Out of their Helmets and againe was not â'r of their stroake the eare a sound could take âetwixt them two the conflict grew so hot âhich those about them so amaz'd doth make That they stood still as wondring at the âight And quite forgot that they themselues must fight Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore âhat with a stroke as he was wondrous strong âe câeft the Crowne which on his Helme he wore ând tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong âhen with a second brus'd his Helme before âhat it his forehead pitifully wrung As some that saw it certainely had thought âhe King therewith had to the ground bin brought But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit âs now his valour lay vpon the Racke âon'th face the Duke so strongly hit ãâ¦ã in his Saddle layd him on his backe ãâ¦ã d once perceluing that be had him split ãâ¦ã llow'd his blowes redoubling thwack on thwack ãâ¦ã Till âe had lost his stirrups and his head Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread When soone two other seconding their Lord His kind companions in this glorious prize Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor'd If to his feet his Armes would let him rise On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor'd Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies And on his body slew them both whilst he Recouering was their ayde againe to be The King thus made the master of the fight The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye Henry I 'le pay my ransowe doe me right I am the Duke Alanzon It is I The King to saue him putting all his might Yet the rude souldiers with their shout and cry Quite drownd his voyce his Helmet being shut And that braue Duke into small pieces cut Report once spred through the distracted Host Of their prime Hope the Duke Alanzon slaine That flower of France on whom they trusted most They found their valour was but then in vaine Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost Who slowly fled before now runne amaine Nor could a man be found but that dispaires Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs The Duke Neuers now in this sad retreat By Dauid Gam and Morrisby pursude Who throughly chas'd neere melted into sweat And with French blood their Pollaxes imbrud They sease vpon him following the defeat Amongst the faint and fearefull multitude When a contention fell betweene them twaine To whom the Duke should rightâuâly pertaine I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase Quoth Morrisby but lefts him in the throng âhen put I on quoth Gam hast thou the face ânsulting Knight to offer me this wrong Quoth Morrisby who shall decide the case âât him confesse to whom it doth belong Let him quoth Gam but if 't be not to mee For any right you haue he may goe free With that couragious Morrisby grew hot âere not sayd he his ransome worth a pin âow by these Armes I were thou gett'st him not âr if thou dost thou shalt him hardly win âam whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot âo bend his Axe vpon hiâ doth begin He his at him till the Lord Beamont came Their rash attempt and wisely thus doth blame Are not the French twice trebl'd to our power ând fighting still nay doubtfull yet the day âiâke you not thâse vs fast enough deuoure ât that your braues the Army must dismay âought but good befall vs in this houre âis be you sure your liues for it must pay Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see And then decide whose prisoner he shall be Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare Came on which long had labour'd to come in And with the Kings mayne battell vp doth beare Who still kept off till the last houre had bin He cryes and clamours eu'ry way doth heare But yet he knew not which the day should win Nor askes of any what were fit to doe But where the French were thick'st he falleth to The Earle of
there were Yet of all comfort they cânnot bereaue Her but his hope her pensiue hâart doth cheere That he in France shall haue his most resort And liue securely in her Fathers Court. His mighty minde nor can this doome molest But kicks the earth in a disdaânâfull scorne If any thing do corrosiue his brest Iâ was that he was in base England borne He curst the King and Kingdome but he blest The Queene but if in any thing forlorne T was that he should her happâ presence misse The endlesse Summe of all his earthly blâsse His Sentence scarse in Parliament had past But that the rascall multitude arise Plucke downe his houses lay his Lordships wast And search how they his person may surprize That he from England instantly must hast Coueâ'd by night or by some strange disguise And to some small Port secretly retyre And there some poore Boate for his passage hire From Harwitch Hauen and embarqu'd for France As he for Callice his straight course doth steere âO here behold a most disastrous chance A man of Warre the Seas that scoured there One at his actions that still look't ascânce And to this Duke did deadly hatred beare After a long chase tooke this little Craâe Which he suppos'd him safely should conuay And from the fisher taking him by force He vnder Hatches straightly him bestow'd And towards his country steering on his course He runnes his vessell into Douer roade Where rayling on him without all remorse Him from the ship to all the people showââ And when no more they could the Duke deâââe They cut his head off on the Cock-boat-side SVffolke thus dead and Summerset disgrac'd His title Yorke more freely might preferre The Commons loue when cunningly to taste Lest ouerweening he perhaps might erre He first subbornes a villane that imbrac'd The Nobler name of March borne Mortimer Which in the title of the house of Yorke Might set the monstrous multitude a worke His name was Cade his natiue country Kent Who though of birth and in estate but poore Yet for his courage he was eminent Which the wise Duke well vnderstood before He had a minde was of a large extent The signe whereof on his bould brow he bore Sterne of behauiour and of body strong Witty well spoken cautilous though yong But for thâ Duke his title must deriue Out of the blood which beare that honored name Therefore must cast and cunningly contriue To see how people relished the same And if he found it fortuned to thriue Then at the marke he had a further ayme To show himselfe his title good to make And raise him friends and power his part to take All opposition likewise to preuent The crafty Duke his meaning doth conceale And Cade doth rise t' informe the gouernment And base abuses of the Publique Weale To which he knew the commons would consent Which otherwise his Treason might reueale Which rightly tooke for by this collour hee Drew twenty thousand on his part to be From Sussex Surry and from Kent that rose Whom hope of spoyle doth to this Act perswade Which still increase his Army as it goes And on Blacke Heath his Rendauous he made Where in short time it to that vastnesse growes âs it at once the Kingdome would inuade And he himselfe the Conquest could assure Of any power King Henry could procure And did in fight that generall force defeate Sent by the King that Rebell to pursue When vnder collour of a fram'd retreat He made as though he from the Army flew The slaughter of the souldiers must be great When he those Staffords miserably slew Captaines select and chosen by the Queene To lead the powers that should haue wreakt her teene When for a Siege he to the city came Assaults the Bridge with his emboldned power And after oft repulsed takes the same Makes himselfe Master of the towne and Tower Doing such things as might the Deuill shame Destroyes Records and Virgines doth deflower Robs ransacks spoyles and after all this stirre Lastly beheaded the Lord Treasurer These things by Yorke being plotted vnderhand Wise as he was as one that had not knowne Ought of these Treasons hasts to Ireland To tame those Kerne rebellious that were growne He knew it was not in the barren Sand That he this subtill poysonous seed had sowne Which came it on as very well it might It would make way for his pretended right Whilst these rebellions are in England broacâd As though the Faâes should enujoâsly conspire Our vtter Ruine which too fast approacht About our eares was Aquitaine a fire Their Conquest so vpon our Townes incroach't That Charles the French King then had his desire To see these troubles tyre vs here within That he the whilst in France from vs might winnâ To add to Margarites miseries againe Talbot in France so brauely that had done Who many a yeere had aw'd proud Aquitaine And many a Fort and famous Battaile wonne At Shatiloon O endlesse griefe was slaine With the Lord Lyle his ouer valiant Sonne When all the Townes that he had got before Yeelded nor would for England be no more Yorke in the nike from Ireland comming in Finding the Kingdome cumbred in this wise Thinks with himselfe t were time he did begin But by no meanes he gainst the King must rise O such a thought in any man were sinne But that he would proud Summerset surprise Yet waÌting streÌgth gainst the whole state to stand He beares his businesse with a moderate hand And first to mighty Salsbury doth sue And his sonne Warwicke and doth them intreate With equall eyes they would be pleas'd to view His rightfull Title these two Neuils great ââ power and with the people whom he knew Deadly the Duke of Somerset to hate By his large offers he doth winne at last In his iust quarrell to cleaue to him fast Thus his Ambition hauing strongly back't With these two fatall firebrands of Warre To his desires there very little lackt He and the Earles all three so popular To aduance himselfe he no occasion slackt âor nought he sees him from his ends to barre T is no small tempest that he needs to feare Whom two such Collumnes vp betwixt theÌ beare And by their strengths encourag'd doth not sticke The others actions boldly to o'relooke And for the season that the King was sicke Vpon himselfe the Regency he tooke âor now his hopes vpon him came so thicke His entrance doores from off the hinges shooke âe with a nodde the Realme seem'd to direct Who 's he but bow'd if this great Prince but beckt And in the Queenes great chamber doth arest Great Summerset and sendeth him to ward And all his followers suddenly supprest Such was the number of his powerfull guard With the proud Queene this Prince as proud contests âor for her frowne one friend of hers he spar'd Lucks on his side while such stand by to bett Heel
haue built thee Trophyes euery whââ Wrought with our Crowne supported by thâ Beââ What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of âame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mountâcute ô base To aduance a âraâtor to his âoueraigne thus But to our Crââne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall ââe Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents crâes Whom many a sad cuâse euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding theirâ for whom our blood was ãâ¦ã When in like language this great Earle agaiâ Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former greeâe one thought to ântertaine Things are not now quoth he as once they were To talke of these past helpe it is in vaine What though it ease your heart please your eaââ This is not it no ât must be our Swords Must right our vvrongs deare Lady not our w ãâ¦ã Madam quoth he by this my vexed heart On Edwards head which oft hath wish'd the Crown ât but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part âhis hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe ând if from Henry Richard Neuill start Vpon my house let Heauen for euer frowne Of backe the Crown to this yong Prince I le bring Or not be VVarwicke if he be not King When they accord Prince Edward should affye Anne the Earles Daughter to confirme it more By Sacrament themselues they strictly tye By Armes againe King Henry to restore Or in the Quarrell they would liue and dye ãâ¦ã ptising likewise in the oath they swore That th' Earle and Clarence should Protectors be When they King Henry and the Prince should free When soone great VVarwicke into England sends âo warne his friends that they for Warre prepare ââg Henrys Title and to them commends ââat they should take his cause into their care âow is the time that he must try his friends âhen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the coÌmons rose Whom they should ayde and whom they should oppose Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre â great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent âarwicke vvhose name Fame sounded had so far ãâ¦ã t men with Wonder view'd him as he went Of all men liuing the most popular Thought eu'ry houre to be but idely spent On Englands troubled earth vntill he were To view the troupes attending for him there And in his Army tooke with him along Oxford and Penbrooke who had beene destroy'd By Edward sworne now to reuenge their wrong By Burgoyne the French Admirall conuoy'd At whose Aâiue the shores with people throng At sight of Warwicke and so ouerioy'd That eu'ry one a VVarwicke VVarwicke cryes Well may the Red-Rose by great VVarwicke riââ Like some black cloud which houering lately hu ãâ¦ã Thrust on at last by th'windes impetuouspower The groues and fields comes raging in among As though both foules and flockes it would deuoure That those abroad make to the shelters strong To saue themselues from the outragious shower Sofly the Yorkists before VVarwicks Drummes Like a sterne Tempest roaring as he comes When Edward late who wore the costly Crowne Himselfe so high and on his Fortunes bore Then heard himselfe in euery place cry'd downe And made much lesse then he was great before Nor dares he trust himselfe in any Towne For in the In-lands as along the shore Their Proclamations him a Traytor make And each man charg'd against him Armes to takâ For which the VVashes he is forc'd to wade And in much perill lastly gets to Lin To saue himselfe such shift King Edward made For in more danger he had neuer bin Where finding three Dutch Hulkes which lay for trade âhe great'st of them he hires to take him in Richard his brother Hastings his true friend Scarse worth one sword their personâ to defend When VVarwicke now the only Prince of power Edward the fourth out of the Kingdome fled Commands himselfe free entrance to the Tower And sets th' Imperiall wreath on Henrys head Brings him through London to the Bishops bower By the applanding people followed Whose shâill re-ecchoing shouts resounds from far A VVarwicke VVarwicke long liue Lancaster And presently a Parliament they call In which they attaint King Edward in his blood The lands and goods made forfâitures of all That in this quarrell with proud Yorke had stood Their friends in their old honours they install Which they had lost now by an act made good Intayle the Crovvne on Henry and his heyres The next on Clarence should they fayle in theirs Whilst VVarwicke thus King Henry doth aduance âee but the Fate still following the sad Queene âuch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance âefore that time as seldome had bin seene That twice from Sea she was forc'd back to France As angry Heauen had put it selfe betvvene Her and her loyes and would a witnesse be That naughâ but sorrow this sad Queene must see This might haue lent her comfort yet at last So many troubles hauing vndergone And hauing through so many perils past T' haue seene her husband setled on his Throne Yet still the skies with clowds are ouercast Well might shee heare but of this sees she none Which from far off as flying newes doth greet her Naught but mischance when she comes in must meet her But all this while King Edward not disâay'd His brother Charles of Burgondy so plyes That though the subtill Duke on both side play'd Edward and Henry both his neere Allies Vpon the Duke King Edward yet so layd Hauing his sisters furtherance who was wise That Vnderhand his strength he sorestores As that he dar'd t' attempt the English shores With foureteene Ships from th' Easterlings being hir'd And foure Burgonians excellently man'd After some time with stormes and tempests tyr'd He neere the mouth of Humber haps to land Where though the Beacons at his sight were fir'd Yet few or none his entrance doe withstand For that his friends had giuen it out before He sought the Dukedome and he would no more Vpon his march when forward as he came Resolu'd to trye the very worst of Warre He Summons Yorke where of he bare the name To him her Duke her Gates that doth vnbarre And comming next to Rocke-rearâ Nottingham Mountgomery Borough Harrington and Par Bring him their power at Lecester againe Three thousand came to Hastings that retaine To Couentry and keeping on his way Sets downe his Army in the Cities sight Whereas that time the Earle of Warwicke lay To whom he sends to dare him out to fight Which still the Earle deferrs from day to day Perceiuing
slander dumbe Your vertue then had perish'd neuer priz'd For that the same you had not exercis'd And you had lost the Crowne you haue and glory Neuer had you beene the subiect of my Story Whilst they feele Hell being damned in their hate Their thoughts like deuils them excruciate Which by your noble sufferings doe torment Them with new paines and giues you this content To see your soule an innocent hath suffered And vp to heauen before your eyes be offered Your like wee in a burning Glasse may see When the Sunnes rayes therein contracted be But on some obiect which is purely white We find that colour doth disperce the light And stands vntainted but if it hath got âome little sully or the least small spot Then it soone fiers it so you still remaine Free because in you they can finde no staine God doth not loue them least on whom he layes The great'st afflictions but that he will praise Himselfe most in them and will make them fit Near'st to himselfe who is the Lambe to fit For by that touch like perfect gold he tryes them Who are not his vntill the world denies them And your example may worke such effect That it may be the beginning of a Sect Of patient women and that many a day All Husbands may for you their Founder pray Nor is to me your Innocence the lesse ân that you striue not to suppresse Their Barbarous malice but your noble heart Prepar'd to act so difficult a part With vnremoued constancy is still The same it was that of your proper ill Th' effect proceeds from your owne selfe the cause Like some iust Prince who to establish lawes âuffers the breach at his best lou'd to strike âo learne the vulgar to endure the like You are a Martir thus nor can you be Lesse to the world so valued by me If as you haue begun you still perseuer Be euer good that I may loue you euer An Elegie vpon the death of the Lady Peâelope Clifton MVst I needes write whose hee that can refuse He wants a mind for her that hath no Muse The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire Next powerfull to those clouen tongues of fire Since I knâw ought time neuer did allow Mee stuffe fit for an Elegie till now When France and England's Henry's dy'd my quill Why I know not but it that time lay stil 'T is more then greatnesse that my spirit must raise To obserue custome I vse not to praise Nor the least thought of mine yet ere depended On any one from whom she was descended That for their fauour I this way should wooe As some poore wretched things perhaps may doâ I gaine the end whereat I only ayme If by my freedome I may giue her fame Walking then foorth being newly vp from bed O Sir quoth one the Lady Clâfftoâs dead When but that reason my sterne rage withstood My hand had sure beene guilty of his blood If shee be so must thy rude tongue confesse it Quoth I and com'st so coldly to expresse it Thou shouldst haue giuen a shreek to make me fear the That might haue stain what euer had bin neere the Thou shuldst haue com'nlike time W th thy scaâp bar And in thy hands thou shouldst haue brought thy haire Casting vpon me such a dreadfull looke As seene a spirit or th'adst beene thunder strooke And gazing on mee so a little space Thou shouldst haue shot thine eye-balls in my face Then falling at my feet thou shouldst haue sayd O she is gone and Nature with her dead With this ill newes amaz'd by chance I past By that neere groue whereas both first and last I saw her not three moneths before shee dy'd When though full Summer gan to vaile her pride And that I saw men lead home ripened Corne Besides aduis'd me well I durst haue sworne The lingring yeare the Autumne had adiourn'd And the fresh spring had been againe return'd Her delicacie louelinesse and grace With such a Summer brauely deckt the place But now alas it lookt forlorne and dead And where she stood the fading leaues were shed Presenting onely sorrow to my sight O God thought I this is her Embleme right And sure I thinke it cannot but bee thought That I to her by prouidence was brought For that the Fates fore-dooming she should die Shewed me this wondrous Master-peece that I Should sing her funerall that the world should know it That heauen did thinke her worthy of a Poet My hand is fatall nor doth fortune doubt For what it writes not fire shall e'r race out A thousand silken Puppets should haue died And in their fulsome Coffins putrified Ere in my lines you of their names should heare To tell the world that such there euer were Whose memory shall from the earth decay Before those rags be worne they gaue away Had I her god-like features neuer seene Poore sleight Report had told me she had beene A hansome Lady comely very well And so might I haue died an Infidell As many doe which neuer did her see Or cannot credit what she was by me Nature her selfe thât bâfore Art prefers To goe beyond all our Cosmogaphers By Charts and Maps exactly that haue showne All of this earth that euer can be knowne For that shee would beyond them all dâscry What Art could not by any mortall eye A Map of Heauen in her rare features drue And that she did so liuely and so true That any soule but seeing it might sweare That all was perfect heauenly that was there If euer any Painter were so blest To draw that face which so much hean'n exprest If in his best of skill he did her right I wish it neuer may come in my sight I greatly doubt my faith weake man lest I Should to that face commit idolatry Death might haue tyth'd her sex but for this one Nay haue ta'n halfe to haue let her alone Such as their wrinckled temples to supply Cyment them vp with âluttish Mercury Such as vndrest were able to affright A valiant man approching him by night Death might haue taken such her end deferd Vntill the time she had beene climaterd When she would haue bin at threescore yeres and three Such as our best at three and twenty be With enuy then he might haue ouerthrowne her When age nor time had power to sease vpon her But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed They to the same did instantly proceed For well they knew if she had languish'd so As those which hence by naturall causes goe So many prayers and teares for her had spoken As certainly their Iron lawes had broken And had awak'd heau'n who clearely would haue show'd That change of Kingdoms to her death it ow'd And that the World still of her end might thinke It would haue let some neighboring mountain sinke Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare Whose
against the French Anthony Duke of Brabant sonne to the Duke of Burgundy The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine Many of the French in âhotr flight get ââto an old Fort. The Kings slight answere Woodhouâââeereth at the attempt Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse Caâtainâ Gam ââaiâe For this seruice done by Woodhouse there was an addition of honour giuen him which was a hand holdingâ club with the word Frappe Fort which is borne by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke to tâââ day A deuisâââ Burbons to giue incouragement to the French A Simily of the French Lewis of Burbon taken prisonâ by a meane souldiour Lewis of Burbon stâbd by a Souldier that tooke him prisoner The Lords Dampier an â Sauesses tataken prisoners Arthur Earle of Richmount taken prisoner The Count du Marle slaine The misery of the French The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs A ãâ¦ã of rasâal French ãâ¦ã the King Englands ãâ¦ã The ãâ¦ã The English kill ãâ¦ã pââsoners Ex ãâ¦ã ion The French âause of their owne massaâhre A discriptiân of the Massacre in the foure following Stanzaes The family of Yorke soughâ under hand to promoue their title about that time After the second conqueââ of France by Henry the âift The Christian Princes seeke to ãâ¦ã a peace between ãâ¦ã and France A ãâ¦ã 18 moneths Pooâe in this time of âeacââââourâth âââoncludâ a Marââage beââixt thâ Lady Margarire and the King his Master Poole taken with the exâââding ãâ¦ã ây of the Princesse He had only the title of these Kingdomes without any lâââlyhooâ Margarite Duk Reyners Daughter A ãâ¦ã of a ãâ¦ã Amba ãâ¦ã our with ââe ââââ of ãâ¦ã onely daughter The high praises of the Princesse Margarites beauty Pooleâ followers placed about the King to work ââ owne ends The prouinces of France giuen to Duke Reyner for ãâ¦ã Daughter Poole created first from an Earle Marque ãâ¦ã and afteâ Duke of Suffolke The people exceedingly râpinâ for the giuing aâay of the Prouinces A Simily Sâffolke Procurator for the King The marriage solemââzedâââ the city of Towers The great concourse to honour the Solâânization Margaret in French signifââth a Daysâe The Queene brauely enteâtained in passing through Normandy The King stayeth for the ãâ¦ã at Portâmouth Great and fearefull Tempests at the comming in of the Queâne The Duke of Yor ãâ¦ã discharged of hiâ Regency in France and the Duke of Sommerset in hââ place A Charractââ of the Duke of Glocester The greatest persons of the Queenes Faâââââ A Parliamentat Saint Edmunds-Bury The Duke of Gloster aresâed by the high Marshall of England The Duke murthered The pââpââ mutiny The death oâ the Duk was the vtter ãâ¦ã row of the house of Lââcaster The affaires of England fall tâ ruinââpon the death of the Duke The Irish rebell The French âre vp in A ãâ¦ã s. The Norman râuolt Townââ in Normandy yâelded to th ãâ¦ã enemy There had been a formâ contract betwene the King and th ãâ¦ã Earle of Arminacks only Daughter but being by the Duke o ãâ¦ã Suffolke annulled cause ãâ¦ã âhe Earle âââ after to be â vowed ene ãâ¦ã ââ the Englis ãâ¦ã The commons chargââhe Duke of Sommerset with thâ lossâ of Normand Articles of Treason put into the Parliament against the Dukes oâ Sommerset ând Suffolke The Duke of Sufâolkeâanâââea for sine yââres The extreame hate the people had to the Duke This ship was as our hystories report called the Nicholas oâ thâ tower a ship that belongd to the Duke of Excestâr of whom ânâ Water was the Captaine The subââll policie of the Duke of Yorke The character of Iacke Cads Deriuing his title from Phillip the onely Daughter and heire of Lyonel Duke of Clarence the third sonne of Ed the 3 wedded to Edmund Mortimur Earle of March The Staffordâ slaine by thâ Rebels Iacke Cade takes London * The Vulgar The Valiant Talbot slaine Richard Neuill the Father and Richard Neuill the sonne The Duke of Sommerset arested The King reââuired of a dangerous sicknesse The Queene preuailing against the Duke of York The Duke of Yorke ãâ¦ã seth an army in the Marches of Wales The first Battaile at Saâââ Albans Humfrey Earle of Stafford eldest sonne to the Duke of Buckingham The King crept into a poore Cottage The lawlesse âsurpation of the Yorkâstâ Salsbury made Ch ãâ¦ã Warwicke Captaiue of Caâââce Henry Beufoââ Duke of Summerset after the decease of his father Edmond The Duke of Excester taken out of the Sanctuary aâ Westminster The Duke of Yorke the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke put out of office The Queene had plotted to haue the Duke murthered at Couentry A solemne procession in Pauls by both the factionâ The Queene inwardly gâuching at Warwickes greatnesse Warwick in perill to hauâ bin slaine passing thâ street The men of Cheshire âpanâân the quarreââ The ãâ¦ã A great ãâ¦ã The Lord A ãâ¦ã Eââârd Earl of March eldest sonne to âââ Duke tââ Ea ãâ¦ã and Warwicke A Simily A Parliââent at ãâ¦ã The men of Kent rise with the Torkists The name of Warwicke fearefull to hu enemies A great paââ of the Nobility slaine at Nerthampton The Duke of Yorkeâ insolence The Queeââ impatient â the Dukes pride The Dukes oft ãâ¦ã ruine The Eârle ââ Salsbury bââ headeâ The end of young Rutland The Battaile ââ Mortiâââs Crosse Three sânâey seene at one time Owen Tudorâ end King Henry left before to the keeping of the Duke of Norfolke and the Earle of Warwicke The Queene getteth the day at Saint Albans The Yorkists Army disâomfited at this second Battâll at Saint Albans King Henry of no account The King ââetâ with the Queene and her âââââ ãâ¦ã The cruelty of the Queen King Henry most ãâ¦ã The Londoners deny the Queene victuaile for her Army The Duke of Yorke entreth London with applause of the people Edward mââ King by the suffrage of the Commons King Edward ãâ¦ã from ãâ¦ã to ãâ¦ã The Lord Fitzwater and Bastard Neuill slamâ Warwicke ââwââ to reâsnge his brothers death Warwickes deââeraâe âââ sâlutiââ No quarter âeât at Towton Towton field A miserable defect of the Queenes friends The greateââ slaughter in all that ciuiââ Warre The King and Queen forced to forsake the Land The Earle of Oxford and ââ Sonne attainted Queene Margarit a womaÌ of an ândainted spirit The Queene in euery enterprise most vnforâânate Queene Margarite raiseth â new Army Sâme that âad submitted themselues to King Edward âeâolt at king Henrys comming Kin Edward prouideth to resist Queenâ Margarites comming in The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâaile of Exhââ Queene Margarites ãâ¦ã goes still âââwrackâ King Henry and the Queane ââââ The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâaile of Exham Queene Margarites perty goes still to â wracke King Henry and the Queene parâ King Henry comming dis guised into England is discouered and taken prisoner King Henry was borne the greatest of Christian Kings The pollicie of King Edward Warwick sent into France to intreat for a marriage betwixt King Edward and