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england_n	french_a	queen_n	scotland_n	2,582	5	8.8342	4	false

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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

slacke In trying meanes which might anoy her foes For presently a wondrous Stratageme Did then ensue by her in practise put For certaine Ships of our worst English-Ships By Lord Charles Haward worthy Generall Commanded were forth-with then set on fire Which driuen thence through a swift running streame Did fall among the Spanyards roding-Ships At which strange sight they so astonied were As they reioic'd that could the Cables cut Which fastned were vnto their Anchors cast This sudden maze which nothing setled wits Were chiefest cause of this their second baine For then each Ship on others cables foule And runne on rocks to their ensuing losse They hoist vp Sailes and as they thether came So hye they fast vnto the Northerne Seas These thus in flight are chased very sore By Generall of this our conquering Fleete Who Lion-like sufficed nere ynough With Honors lawd pursues his flying foes And Comberland a wondrous forward Earle But new imbarkt attayning to this flight Did shew himselfe and shewing made them feele His power not felt before of Spanyards What shall I say or what could that her Fleete Performe in better sorte then there was done Their Spanish foes with all that conquered Fleete Although they sayd that English-land was theirs And therefore when they first receiued word That then but thirtie little English Boates Could be descri'd cried oft Victoria Are sunke are drown'd are burnt with Englands fire And grounded lye before the French-townes Hauen The rest euen then remayning weakly fayle They know not whether guided by their Fate Now chased farre beyond this Islands bounds Our little Fleete our famous Generall Doth shame to follow them that will not fight And therefore turnes his course vnto his charge Still sayling with an happie Sotherne-winde Attaines vnto the same the Narrow Seas Where setting euery thing in needfull sort Left then the Fleete and hasted to the Court Of his thrise sacred Soueraigne our Queene Whose welcome thether was as his desarts And famous deedes performed had deseru'd OUr gracious Queene for this Gods mercie shew'd To her her land through conquest ouer them Who came to seeke her death and death of those Who stedfast are vnto his holie word Doth yeeld him thankes deuoutly on her knees And wills her Subiects throughout all her land To fast and pray for this his prouidence But Sixtus quintus Pope of whorish Rome Hath lost his Bulls and hath his Souldiers lost With credit crackt and all in eighty eight And well I wit what was the cause thereof Belike his Saints him-selfe and Cardinals With Friers Monks and Seminarie Priests Were all at Dice for Englands peoples goodes And quite forgot to fall to morning Masse Or otherwise they told their Beades so oft And said so many Mattins to their gods Their wodden gods as that they fell asléepe And so left off to perseuere in prayers Whereby their Saints at that time sléepie too Did like-wise nod and sued not to their gods Or lastly thus which likest is of all His Siluer scant where-by his Crosses few And holy-water niggardly bestowed Did scarsly blesse his Souldyers going forth For which hard dearth the God of heauen our God Did wash them all with-in his hallowed Seas Where plentie is of water like the Popes By which as by his goodnesse euer shewed To England where his little flocke remaines With alwayes losse vnto the haplesse Pope His holynesse with all deceiu'd by him Or instruments he to that end hath sent May now confesse with sore repenting heart That long ynough they all prouoked haue Our louing God to neuer ceasing ire But if his Father Belzebub that féend Hath bound the Pope so to his damned lore As that he cannot turne vnto the Lord Yet English-men Recusants ah I greeue To tearme ye so because my Countrey-men Despise his déedes his méere deceiptfull deedes And turne your hearts vnto your sacred Queene And with your Queene beloued of our God Turne to Gods word and shunne the diuelish Pope So God will ioy in this his little flocke And blesse this Land with still increasing store Where-as he now like to a naturall Sire Weeps ouer it as once he shedded teares When that he sawe Ierusalem he lou'd Which heauenly God with three-fold Nestors yeares Giuen to our Queene to Englands euer ioy Fullfill I pray with such conuenient speede As shall seeme good vnto thy holy will FINIS In the yeare 1558. began our gratious Soueraigne to raigne The true preaching of the Gospell vpholden by her Maiestie Paulus Quartus Pope of Rome 1560 This Popes Ambassage was to the King of Fraunce to this effect The Duke of Norfolke sent toward Scotland against the French The Lord Gray of Wilton fought a battell with the French in Scotland A peace concluded betweene the French-men and vs by the Lord high Treasorer thē chiefe Secretarie Pius quartus installed Pope 1561. The Counsell of Trent reuiued by this Pope this yere The Queene of Scots found in England The Duke of Norfolke perswaded by this Pope to rebell Pius quintus Pope 1569. Doctor Morton sent into the North parts of this Realme with a commission to the like effect Rebellion in the North. Pastral and Pliar with D. Storie Parry alias vp Harry was pardoned by the Queene condemned for a violent vprore against Hare Gregorie 13. Pope Rebellion in Ireland 1580. Edmond Campion and others Priests Francis Throgmorton and the Earle of Northumberland moued to rebellion Sommerfield moued to kill the Queene Don Iohn died which preuented the King of Spayne his purpose 1583. 1586. Babbington his companie perswaded by the Queene of Scots to rebellion Babbington with his company executed The Queene of Scots beheaded 1588 A clause of the Popes last Bull. The Lord high Admirall sent to Sea A Campe on top of Tilbery hill in Essex The names of the Officers of the field belonging to the Campe. A regiment of a thousand footemen of Dorset shire offered fiue hundred pounds that they might go forward to the Campe. An Essex-man a souldier able to keepe in pay three moneths 500. men The Queene came to the Campe. The order of the Queenes entertainement into the Campe. A thousand Horsse march behinde and before her Maiestie Two thousand footmen garded her person to her lodging A Battell set with two Battallians against her Maiestie came agayne to the Campe. The Queen● leaueth her traine to go to see her battels Homage done to her Highnes by the Souldiers The Battell broke vp The Queene went out of the Campe. The Queene called her Seriant Maior vnto her and deliuered a message The effect of the Queenes speach Diuers troupes of horsse shewed by her Noble men at S. Iames her Pallace The Fleete of Spayne first descried by Captaine Flemming The pinnesse Disdaine went to call for the Queene of England Certaine of the Spanyards Ships sunke The fight renewed before the Ile of Wight Don Pedro taken prisoner Certaine of our Fleete Knighted English Ships set on fire by the Lord Charles Hawards commaundement The Lord high Admirall goeth to the Court. Sixtus Quintus now Pope of Rome

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