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A06129	The legend of Captaine Iones relating his adventure to sea: his first landing, and strange combate with a mightie beare. His furious battell with his sixe and thirtie men against the armie of eleven kings, with their overthrow and deaths. His relieving of Kemper Castle. His strange and admirable sea-fight with sixe huge gallies of Spain, and nine thousand sonldiers [sic]. His taking prisoner, and hard usage. Lastly, his setting at liberty by the Kings command, and returne for England.; Legend of Captaine Jones. Part 1	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682, attributed name.	1631 (1631)	STC 16614; ESTC S103376	10,401	24

THE LEGEND OF Captaine Iones RELATING His adventure to Sea His first landing and strange combate with a mightie Beare His furious battell with his sixe and thirtie men against the Armie of eleven Kings with their overthrow and deaths His relieving of Kemper Castle His strange and admirable Sea-fight with sixe huge Gallies of Spain and nine thousand Souldiers His taking prisoner and hard usage Lastly His setting at liberty by the Kings command and returne for England LONDON Printed for I.M. and are sold in Fleetstreet in S. Dunstones Church-yard 1631. To the READER REader y' have here the Mirrour of the times Old Iones rapt in his colours and my rimes Receive him fairly pray nor censure how Or what he tels the matter hee 'l avow And for the forme he speaks in I 'l maintain it It comes as neere his vaine as I could strain it For 't were improper to set forth an Asse Capparisond and pannell a great-horse My part claimes no inventions praise for know it Where ere there 's fiction in 't there he 's the Poet. His last deeds here epitomiz'd intreat Some thundring pen to set them forth compleat Let him whose lofty Muse will deigne to do it Drinke Sack and Gunpowder and so fall to it THE LEGEND OF CAPTAIN IONES I Sing thy Armes Bellona and the Mans Whose mighty deeds out-did great Tamberlans Thy Trump dire goddess send that I may thunder Some wondrous strain to speak this man of wonder When Fates decreed that Captain Iones should bee The life and death of men they could not see A place more suiting to bring forth this mirror Of martiall spirits this thunder crack of terror Than some vast mountaines womb whose rigged rocks Might forme him and foreshew the hardie knocks Which he should give and take Nor were they nice To thinke it base that mountaines bring forth mice Since from a Brittish mount and Mars his stones They sent this man of men sterne Captain Iones Wilde Mares milke nurst him on the mountaines gorse Which gave him strength and stomack like a horse Goats flesh matur'd him kill'd on craggie tops Which taught him to mount Rampiers like those rocks Ere eighteen Winters fully waxen were This imp of Mars began to do and dare With Reymond a stout brother of the sword He first attempted Sea and went aboard Two hundred strong for the East Indies bound Fame was the only prize he sought or found Twice twenty dayes auspicious waves and winds Lull'd them then AEolus and Neptune joynes To worke great Iones his fall Envie and ire To see him more than man made them conspire Rough Boreas whistled to the dancing ship The boistrous billows strove to over-skip The bounding vessell In this great distaster Reymond the souldiers mariners and master Lost heart and heed to rule then up-starts Iones Calls fo● sixe Gispins drinkes them off at once Thus a●m'd at all points yet as light as feather He ascends and drew and pist against the weather And are we borne my hearts quoth he to die Shall we descend Thy immortalitie Neptune thou must resigne if I come thither One Sea may not contain us both together Nor waves nor winds could fright him with their motion Who thought he could contain pisse an Ocean His fatall Smiter thrice aloft he shakes And frownes the sea and ship and canvasse quakes Then from the hatches he descends and stept Into his Cabbin dranke again and slept When these rough gods beheld him thus secure And arm'd against them like a man pot-sure They stint vaine stormes and so Monstrifera So hight the Ship toucht about Florida Upon a desart Island call'd Crotone Where savage beasts and serpents live alone Here Iones would needs to land though Reymond swore Danger was in 't he laught and leapt ashore Danger quoth he to them whom danger fright My heart was fram'd to dare my hands to fight Some sixe and thirtie more put forth to ground These for fresh food he for aduenture bound They limit their returne when three houres ends Which Reymond with the ship at Sea attends These sea-sick souldiers range hills woods and vallies Seeking provant to fill their empty bellies Iones goes alone where Fate prepar'd to meet him With such a prey as did unfriendly greet him A Beare as black as darknesse and as fell As Tyger vast as the black dog of hell Runs at him open jaw'd so fierce so fast That he no leasure had to draw for hast Kyl-za-dog his good sword with fist he aym'd All arm'd a blow which sure the Beare had brain'd But that betweene her yawning teeth it dings The gauntlet there stuck fast his hands he wrings Unarm'd unharm'd from thence her formost pawes The Beare on Iones his shoulder claps and gnawes The gauntlet wedg'd betwene her teeth Iones claspt her With both his armes and strove by force to cast her And here they try a plucke and graspe and tug And foame but Iones who knew the Cornish hug Heaues her a foot from footing swings her round And with a short turne hurles her on the ground Then came his good sword forth to act his part Which pierc't skin ribs and riffe and rove her heart The head his trophee from the trunke he cuts And with it back unto the shore hee struts Where Reymond was appointed to attend His and the rests returne but he false friend When they were once on shore and out of sight Hoist sailes to sea and tooke himselfe to flight Here Iones found fraud in man and deeply sweares Revenge on Reymonds head The rest he cheares All safe return'd but all in desperation To see themselves left there to desolation Nor graine nor ground but wilde nor man nor beast But savage yet O strange here Iones doth feast His six and thirty daily 't was with fishes Tost from his halberts point into their dishes Wherewith he tooke them standing on the shore Out of the Ocean whether t was the store Frequenting this unpeopled coast or whether To see this wondrous man they shoald together And so astonied yeeld themselves a prey To him from whom they durst not swim away B●e't so or so I 'le not deside but I Know Iones tels this for truth who knowes no lye Thus from his weapons point nine moneths they fed Till fate Sir Richard Greenfield thither led Who to America transports with Iones His six and thirty fish-fed Mermydons To Insip were they brought and left oh then 'T was time had they had meat to play the men Their first encounter there with famine was A dry and desart soile nor graine nor grasse Nor drinke but water had they here nor bread For thrice twelve moneths but caves for house and bed Such living as that Country could afford Bold Iones was forc't to win by dint of sword Eleven fierce Kings possesse the fertile tract Of this great Coast who all their powers compact To vanquish Iones a

man Can doe and say more than your Viceroyes can This praise was given him by the crafty Don For feare his losse seemd more than what he won And so it did in deede for Philip thought Iones inside by his outside dearely bought To try he askes him whither bound and whence He was and Iones replies with little sense Whether through feare or faining he affords To all the King demands not three wise words To try him further in a Iaile they cast him Which serv'd for nothing but to stinke and fast in And here it was his destiny to light Upon a learned priest a Iesuit With him falls Iones to worke The sacred word His weapon was for he had drown'd his sword Their Question was of purgatory where And whether 't is at all if so 't is here Quoth Iones For he halse tir'd with paines would needs Goe straight to heaven And thus the question breeds Iones was no Schooleman yet he bore a brain Which nere forgot what ere it could containe Yet this old Priest so wrests the letters sense Equivocates denies plaine consequence Sta●ts too and fro and raiseth such confusions That Iones chiefe ward was to denie conclusions But doe this subtill Schoolman what he can Such was the vigour of this martiall man Though he was no good disputant or Text-man Nor knew to spell Amen to serve a Sexton Yet truth with confidence and his strong fist Doth first convince and then convert the Priest Some talke of Garnets straw and Lipsius lasses Whose miracles made manie Artists asses But here 's a miracle transcends them all An Artist made wise by a Naturall Now Englands Court rings all of Iones his fetters And men of rank were soone sent ore with letters To ransome him for gold or man for man On anie termes The King with many a Don Consults upon this point One thought it fit To deale upon exchange some better wit Thought it more fit to keepe this second Drake For so he term'd him wisely and thus spake Armies are Englands arme Captains the hand Of this strong arme that rules by sea and land And of this arme and hand I think in summe This captive Captain is the very thumb This speech was short and sound but could not go so Without th' opposing of old Don Mendozo Who lov'd and favour'd Iones but knew not why Nature it seemes had wrought some sympathie Pardon quoth he dread Sovereigne Are we come To talke of armes and hands and Captain Thumb From East to West our Armes and armies raigne And feare we now for one to re-obtaine So many Viceroyes in the Isle captiv'd For us of light and almost life depriv'd Were Drake's and Candish spirit in this dragon Let not their future times have this to brag on That Englands Queene did prize one Captain more Than Spaines great Monarch did his twenty foure His speech prevaild and so they all attone And twenty foure were askt and given for one All which had led great armies to the field And never knew but once what t was to yeeld And thus was Iones dismist yet ere he goe The King to grace him made him kisse his toe Long may'st thou live old man and may thy tongue And memory as thou grow'st old wax yongue Then wilt thou live in spite of time and bee Times subject and time thine t' imblazon thee Pardon my forward Muse striving to soare A pitch with thee at mid-day tyr'd gives ore For who can speake thee all thou mightie man Not Greeces Homer nor Romes Mantuan Thy Irish warres thy taking great Tyrone Whole heards of Wolves kild there by thee alone Thy severall single duells with fierce men And Beares all slaine and that dry journey when Thou drankst but what thou pist for thrice seven dayes Which made thee dry ere since then th' amorous wayes The Queene of No-land us'd to make thee King Of her and hers Oh manie a precious thing Thy London widow next in love halfe drown'd Which thou refus'dst with fortie thousand pound Thy daunting Essex in his rash bravado Raleigh's hard scaping of thy bastinado Lastly thy grace with thy great Queene Eliza Who hadst thou had the learning to suffice a Man but to write and reade had made thee able To sit in Councell at her highnesse Stable These trophees of thy Fame and myriads more Kept by thy fertile braine for time in store I leave unsung and wish they may be writ In golden lines by some more happy wit Whose Genius till some Fury doth inspire Let me sit downe in silence and admire THE END A copious commendation of a Redde Nose LEt him that undertooke to praise The French Pox so many waies Did proue that it is now-a-dayes Commodious I say let him a while give place For I will prove a fiery face Is to the owner no disgrace Nor odious Who hath a fiery face that man Is said to have a rich face an Rubies about his nose none can Deny it And all men know as well as I That what is rich most eagerly We covet and no cost deny To buy it Some sell their cloths frō off their back And some their lands and som will lack Meat rather than good sherry Sack And Clarre● And they swear swear truth that those Which drink small Beer wear good cloths Do offer wrong unto their nose And marre it If in Romes Senate long nos'd men Were chose for wisest tell me then Why these should not be praised when All men know A fiery face nere is without A rich nose and how farre a snowt That 's rich exceeds a long to doubt Or call men to Dispute or to capitul●te This matter 's not so intricate But any may expostulate● And iudge it And if iudge truly hee 'l confesse Fire-rich exceeds long-wise I ghesse No man that hath true worthinesse Will grutch it Besides the world knowes this that we Affirme those gracious that we see But blush and call it modestie In people A rich face alwayes blushes so It doth all faces else out-go As farre as S. Faiths is below Paules steeple He that reades this and does not say A fiery face hath won the day In iudgement shewes himselfe a boy And heedlesse Nor will I spend more words to show What commendations men do ow To Captaine Iones his face you know T is needlesse FINIS The Invocation His birth-place His behavior in a storm at Sea The name of his ship He goes ashore * His encounter with a Beare * The name of his sword He joynes himselfe to the 36 souldiers His taking of fish with his halberts point Capta'ne Iones encounters with the grea● Giant Asdriasdust His oration to his 25. soldiers before their fight with the 2000. sent against him by the 11. American Kings His cou●age in fig●t 5. Kings and 1200. souldiers slaine Strange herrings What became of the rich prizes Hee and his men come for England His raysing of the siege of Kemper Castle He is made Vicegeneral under G. of Cumberland and fought against the Spanish Fleet. * This sword hee won frō the great and fearful giant Nereapeny His Genius deh●rts him from selfe-murder How he was used being taken captive He is presented to the Sp. King He is cast into a prison He disputed there with a Iesuit about Purgatory Order taken in England for his ransome The point of his ransome debated in Spaine A touch of some other deed● of chivalry by him performed