wise and learned men To parle with the French-men which were there Whose wisedome did therein so much preuaile As at that time concluded was a Peace Whereby the warres of late fire-hote did end And nought at all redoun'd to Fraunce but shame This enterprise so peaceably perform'd In what I pray now doth the Pope triumph His hope quite frustrate soone agaynst his will Makes him neglect to be at morning Masse He raues as mad he curseth Bookes and Beades All Pater-nosters quite are layd aside His Images do want their wonted due Of honor now because so ill he sped Not any Pardons are dispers'd abroade Nor merie lookes on any of his Monkes But dolefully or rather doultishly He keepes his Chamber free from any mirth Thus liues the Pope still mourning for his losse Thus mournes the Pope for want of better lucke Thus want of luck doth make him wish to dye Thus with his wish his death is come at last HE being dead and for his soule a Masse Next morning sung within his Chappell Church His Popedomship with Myter Crowns Crosse Are all bestow'd on Pius quintus grace A man I wish not lesse with enuie frought Although the daies wherein he liu'd were fewe Then was the man which last before him raign'd For when he was installed in his seate He straight was troubled with the Popish pippe He cannot quench his thirst he is so drie But iudge for what For English Martyrs blood He seekes thy bane O England thine he seekes He starues because h'is barred from thy flock This English flock Christs deare and sacred flock Where are his sheepe within a strong kept hold Where feede his sheepe of his most heauenly word Of that same Manna which did fall from heauen Where sheepheards are who carefully them keepe As nere a Wolfe can hurt the poorest sheepe Though this new Pope doth now reuiue againe Of Trent the Counsell to that damned end By Legats sent to diuers forraigne Coasts Fiue Cardinalls with many Bishops are To go about this worke by Pius chos'de To this intent least that the glorious light Which shines most bright among vs English-men Least that same light Christ with his sacred word Should cleerely shine throughout his placed globe Whereby the Pope withall his damned deedes His paynted Gods his senceles stocks and stones Should be forlorn'd foreseene of euery one To let this good and further that too bad These Cattel were from Rome dispers'd abroad But God of heauen agaynst whose holy will The Pope did call this Counsell wickedly That God did laugh to scorne his fond deuise And made it frustrate and of none effect His Legats sent are home agayne return'd To Rome I meane but with as bad successe As had the French-men in their former deede THe Quéen of Scots who late was Quéen of France Consenting to the death of Iames the King Of Scotland late her husband too too true Was faine to flie for that vnnaturall deede From that her natiue and long-holden land From whence escap'd she tooke her passage thence To this our land to happie English land Where happely she was descri'd by chaunce But basely clad and with a simple traine And till the cause of this her landing here Was truely knowne she closely here was kept Yet had she all things for a Princesse meete For where of late she had no trayne at all But like a simple gentell did remayne Now hath she men with women at her call To runne to ride to do her any worke Now hath she sommes great sommes of English quoyne To serue her turne at euery needfull time And yet for all these too too good deedes done To her so bad quite banish'd from all good By this Popes meane she doth perswade the Duke Of Norfolke to rebell agaynst his Queene He drawne thereto doth go about to bring Great forraigne powers vnto his natiue soyle He seekes the death of his dread Soueraigne Whereby he may enioy her royall seate But thankes to God in steade of that he had A Scaffold made whereon he lost his head And now for this the Popes so bad successe He perished as had done all the rest ANd for although these Pecocks tayles were puld Yet doth succeede a bird of that same brood Who will not let to iet and braue it out He will not moue the King of Fraunce or Spayne With forraigne forces to inuade this land But butcher-like he sends abroad his Bulles So grace within a straungers fertill land This Pope affirmes The Queene of English soyle Hath lost the right of this her lawfull seate And by his power he will absolue from oath Her Subiects who agaynst her will rebell This this the Pope and thus he stirres his stumps He thirsts for blood and blood h'ile haue to drinke He will not send vnto his neighbour coasts For to reuiue a Counsell once againe But traytor-like he will his Pardons giue To Rebells rising in their natiue soyle This Pope doth send Magitians to her land To seeke her death by that their deuillish arte Yea which is more h'il cause a deuillish doult Of Fraunce a Doctor Parry I do meane With smiling face for to discharge a Dagge At her kind heart who saued had his life See here the fruite of kindnes ill bestow'd See here a wight worse then the doggest beast Ungratefull wretch to Nature farre unlike For Nature wil's we loue for loue should giue But thou alas by Nature neuer taught Didst seeke the death of this thy happie Queene Whose sacred life did saue thy dying death O damned villaine fostred by a Wolfe Borne of a Tiger nursed by a Beare Nay worse then these did nourish this foule impe For Belzabub by blacke Proserpina Could ne're haue had a deuill halfe so bad But what ensued thereof but this of right The God of heauen who searcheth euery heart And hath regard vnto the innocent Reueil'd their thoughts their treasons did display Before they were by them in practise put And they who sought to spill her guiltles blood Did lose their blood and Parry gain'd a rope These were the deedes of Pius quintus Pope Wherein the deuill had no little share But tooke great paynes and for his paynes he ha◠The Pope himselfe with all his Instruments NOw seeing Paulus nothing could atchieue By Francis meanes And also seeing that The Northerne power got nought in Pius tune An other Pope Pope Gregorie forsooth He needes must shoote as haue the others done But yet will haue his bowe and arrowes newe His marke is that whereat the other shot But takes his aime from Ireland thereto Fitzmorises with wretched Desmons Earle Were chiefest shafts which in his quiuer were With these same shafts he thought to hit the white And therefore plac'd them first within his bowe But ere he could vnlose the string thereof And let them flie whereat they leuel'd were The mightie God did cause
the warlike Gray To blow a blast yea such a boysterous blast As arrowes brake and bowe in peeces flew And Pope himselfe constrayn'd to leaue his stand THis Pope though foyl'd yet will not leaue off so But since that this his purpose will not fadge H'il practise now as haue the other done By priuate traytors to reuenge his foyle And like a Foxe who takes his Cubbes abroad Unto a place where Pullen are at feede He thether come will not go in himselfe But sendeth them and sayes h'il keepe the watch Go spare no blood saith he there is ynough Behead the Geese destroy both Cocke and Hennes Leaue ne're a Chicke but shalbe motherles Which done returne that we may all reioyce And glut our selues with their desired blood You for your hire shall haue your share therein The simple Cubbes lesse guilie then the Foxe Do straight beleeue their Sire is sure a God And thinke at least they shalbe Kings or Lords But as they went about their purpose meant In certaine trappes which th'owner of that place Had set to catch the Cattell of that kind They fast were caught a straunge and sodaine chaunge They call for ayde vnto their craftie Sire But he forsooth when as he heard the clappe Did runne away post-hast vnto his denne And leaues his Cubbes to shift to saue their liues Thus deales the Pope a subtile dealing Foxe For when he hath with Popish Pardons sent The Priests his Cubbes vnto this happie land Where is the foule whereat he aimeth still These Iewes-like Cubbes do seeke by all their shifts To mooue rebellion here agaynst our Queene These Catterpillers persons traytors borne Incourage then to kill her Maiestie These seeke to bring in straunge and forraigne powers Which should destroy their natiue Counterie These publisht tayles and lyes in euery place And blas'd abroad that this our Soueraigne A tyrant is O damned enterprise When they them-selues forsaken of their Sire By law condemn'd haue openly confes'd That nought they sought nor ought they could looke for Except the Queene did mercie to them shew ABout this time did Phillip King of Spayne By this Popes meanes prepare a mightie power England therewith he would haue ouer-runne But Don Iohn died who should haue meruels done Whereby he was debarr'd from that his course The Pope so grieues for this so bad successe As h'is halfe mad with finding out new meanes Which once may quench his neuer-ceasing thirst H'il now leaue of his warlike kind of shifts And play a while the Grasier in his deedes He sends abroad his Seminarie Priests To driue his Bulls vnto the English soyle They being there within a fruitfull land Do fat apace and too too lustie grow They cannot liue vnlesse they haue some Kowes By whom their courage may abated bée They bull them oft and bulling get fayre Calues Like to them-selues within a little space Which grow so fast as within twise-three yeares They able are to draw the Popish wayne THe Queene of Scots is chiefest instrument This Pope doth vse soone after he doth raigne For by her meanes there were a companie Of forward gallants brought vnto their ends Fourteene braue youths with diuers other are By her intised to conspire the death Of their thrise sacred and renowned Queene Proud Babbington with all his wretched crue Do seeke the spoyle of this their natiue soyle These with their friends will ayde such forraigne powers As shall to dare to land within this Realme These Catholikes nay Catterpillers then Will set this Pope within his former seate In England here or els thei'l dye the death These by their oathes haue bound themselues thereto Oh Heauens O Earth O neuer-dying Fame Lament with me for Englands haples lucke Her haples lucke through these vnnaturall sonnes Who seeke to ruine her their mother deare And lay in wait to slay their carefull Nurse Elizabeth their Quéene and royall Nurse Whose milke her lawes her sacred life-full lawes Was for them food if that they would haue suckt Whose sacred lawes a cradle none so sure Was for their ease would they haue lien therein And last whose lawes did carefully them warne Least they should fall by payne which long'd thereto But these fond youthes as wayward Children did Despise the counsell of their carefull Nurse And for the same they seeke her death alas With the confusion of their mother deare These moued were for sacred Conscience sake To do these deedes a Deuill sure they were When they themselues did at their ends confesse For this their facts promotion they should haue I that's the Conscience which hath mooued them To séeke an alteration in this land The Pope he thinks he so deserues the place As nere he shall it get by iust desarts The youthfull Sirs so well estéeme of Fame As if they may attaine vnto her Court Thei'l spare no meanes how to obtaine that place The Queene of Scots desires to rule this Realme With such whoate zeale as that she doth not care How many soules vnto Elizium Are sent so she the English Crowne may weare But marke the end which did ensue thereof As foolish Flies which cannot rest at night If that they sée a light within their sight But still will flie vnto the flame thereof Untill they haue themselues consum'd therewith So little power haue they how to resist The burning flames which do ensue there-fro Or as a Bird which being set to rest Within a bush when as he sees the light The which the Fowler carieth in his hand Doth straight approach vnto the flame thereof Whereby h'is catched in his limed bush These foolish flies these fond faceted birds These witlesse youths these thursting paragons Can not abide to see so cleere a light As be the beames which glide from this our Queene But still they storme and enuie at the same And neuer cease till they consumed are By those the fire-like burning flames thereof For Babbington with all his companie Attained were with these their traiterous actes And had the hire which is to Traitors due The Queene of Scots was guiltie found by lawe And suffered death for this conspiracie THe raging Panther so abhorres to see The maiestie the which a man presents As at the sight thereof he frets and fumes And tryes all meanes how to destroy the same Yea which is more if happely he spies A painted man he so enuyes thereat As nere h'il leaue till he defaced hath The fained face which in the picture is This diuelish Pope a Panther borne by birth No lesse abhorreth our dread Soueraigne Her Maiestie doth so offend his sight As all his thoughts are how it to disgrace The King of Spayne who as you heard before Debarred was from comming hitherwards Hath euer sithence enlarged that his power Untill this yeare wherein it complet is In this same yeare of eighty eight the King Catholique hath vnto the end he may In England héere
the credit of the Pope Renewe againe had from his holinesse Both money men with many of his Bulls In which he sings the Coockoes song all one Except this clause He hath both disposs'd Our royall Queene of this her happy seate And all her Nobles with graue Counsellers Which shall alliant be vnto our Queene Eke all her Subiects who shall her defend Gainst Spanish King the King of Catholiques And also doth his Holinesse giue power That this our Queene with all her subiects true Should euery one be put vnto the sword And all their Lands with liuings he bestowes On vanquishers which come to execute His holy will and diuelish purposes Sée these the works of Christs Uicker on earth Who doth forsake his charge the cure of soules And practiseth how to destroy both soules And bodies of Christs deare and sacred flocke Through this his damned doome in that his Bull. Through which his Bull much like the horned beast Which sent the same the King of Spayne naught feares But that he shall receiue his former seate In England heere ere end of eighty eight And therefore hath imbarqued all his men Within a sort of huge and warlike Ships Seauenscore and tenne of the best fighting Ships Which could prouided be within seauen yeares With all his men which able are to fight Are ready now to sayle to England-ward But when the Ruler of this little Isle A famous Isle through this her Gouernour Did vnderstand of this their whole pretence She was not flacke in mustrings of her men For lesse then in the space of two whole moneths She mustered had out of all her Shires A hundred thousand able fighting men The Lord Haward her worthy Admirall Sir Frauncis Drake Vize-Admirall vnder him Lord Thomas Howard and the Sheffild Lord With diuers other forward Gentlemen To Sea were sent with all her royall Fléete To guard the Streights and méete with that his Fléete BUt least they should perhaps escape their hands And land their forces on her aim'd-at land A Campe of fiftie thousand able men Appointed should haue layne on Tilbery hill Where Leicesters thrise made renowned Earle Lieutenant was vnto our royall Quéene And Sir Iohn Norris honor'd for his deedes Lord Marshall was among that companie Eake Deuorax of Essex famous Earle Whose forwardnesse hath made his house renown'd Was Generall of braue fiue thousand horse Which should haue come vnto that royall Campe. Sir Thomas Laiton chiefest Colloner Of all the footemen which should thether come Sir Francis Knowles of the great Ordinance Was Mayster there a place of great accompt And Nicholas Dawterie Captaine long agoe For former deedes her Seriant maior was Sir Roger Williams had the second chardge Of Complet horsse which armed Launcers bore And Robert Sidney Knight had equall chardge Of braue light Horsse belonging to that Campe. There Captaine Edward Yorke obtain'd the place Of quarter-Mayster to the placed Campe And Captaine Crispe her Prouish-mershall now Did beare that office in the royall place The regiments which out of euery Shire Elected were for this most famous Campe Except those Shires next neighbours to the Sea Did dayly marche by companyes thereto Now mightie Mars a stranger heere-tofore In armour bright with neuer-yeelding sword Commes brauely mounted on a foming Steede Whose trampling causeth such a fearefull noise As all the world is shaked with his power Now might you see the field late pasture greene Wherein the beasts did take their foode and rest Become a place for braue and worthie men Heere noble men who stately houses haue Do leaue them voide to liue within their Tents Heere worth ' Esquires who lay on beds of doune Do Cabben now vpon a coutch of strawe In stead of houses strong with timber built They Cabbins make of powles and thinne greene bowes And where of late their Tables costly were They now do dine but at an earthie banke Ne do they gréeue at this so hard a chainge But thinke them-selues thereby thrise happy made For when there were a twentie thousand come Of braue footemen vnto this placed Campe And twise-tenne hundred well appointed Horsse To serue with Launce and Demilances there They all on heapes do make so braue a showe As it was thought that then there were ynowe For to encounter with their look'd-for foes Wherefore there went commaundement from the Lords Who of her honorable Counsell are That those which were as yet not thether come Should stay from thence within their seuerall Shires Untill there came some newes of farther neede They thereby stai'd do greatly greeue thereat And often say for that their hap is bad Yea which is more there was a regiment But of one thousand men of Dorset-shire Which offered fiue hundred pounds that they Might forward goe vnto the royall Campe. And further marke I tell a right strange tale I hard of one who was of great regard In Tilb'ry Campe There serued with the rest An Essex-man who was a Muskater Who being met by one which néere him dwelt Was asked why he serued with a gunne The souldier sayd my friend you are deceiu'd This is no gunne a Musket we it call The other said but sir you haue enow Of seruants who are very able men And might haue had performed this your charge In better sort then can your weakely selfe It is right true replied the souldier then I haue some store of seruants at my house And thanks to God I able am and will If that our Quéene shall stand in any néede Prouide fiue hundred well appointed men To serue where-as her Highnesse shall thinke good And they euen there at mine owne cost shall serue Iust three whole months and yet will I my selfe There like-wise be as now a Muskater The fame of this her Subiects forwardnesse Did please so well our sacred Soueraigne As she desires to sée her placed Campe There-fore there was by her a downe-set day Where-in she would fullfill her purpose meant NOw came the day the happy blisse-full day Where-in Aurora putting foorth hir head Hir curled head with wirey hanging locks Of brightest Siluer whence did newlie shine Hir clearest streames and neuer-darkened lights The morning gray wher-in the houering Larks Whose sweete shrill notes recording hermonie Resound with-in the heauenly creatures eares Did notise giue to wretched Phaetons Sire To harnesse vp his fierce and furious Streeds To drawe him thence vnto his Westerne home From whose cleare beames once in his Chariot plast Did gladsome glimps as bright as burnisht Gold Shine all displai'd vpon the Waightie Globe On this same day a faire and glorious day Came this our Queene a Queene most like her selfe Unto her Campe now made a royall Campe With all her troupe her Court-like stately troupe Not like to those who coutch on stately Doune But like to Mars the God of fearefull warre And heauing oft to Skies her war-like hands Did make her selfe Bellona-like renown'd The Lord Lieutenant notice had there-of