borne Of Christian Kings the greatest then aliue Now he the Crowne full forty yeeres had worne Doth all his Regall Soueraignety suruiue Of all men liuing and the most forlorne So strange a thing can destiny contriue So many sundry miseries as he No King before had euer liu'd to see To heare all this Queene Margarite must endâ— Yet sadly to her fathers Court confin'de And now King Edward held himselfe secure When things fell out so fitly to his minde But when of rest he did himselfe assure Vpon a suddaine rose so rough a wind In his strong hand which shooke his Scepter mo 〈…〉 Then all the stormes that ere had blowne before For then in minde to league himselfe with Fr 〈…〉 Which he perceiu'd would be the surest way His questiond Tytle highly to aduance And at his need should serue him for a kay â—o open him their policies vvhose chance â—as then in casting and the next to play For Margarite still the French King Lewis prest For second aydes nor would she let him rest Wherefore he sends a marri'ge to entreat â—ith beautious Bona with whose rich report â—ame was opprest with and a taske too great â—he French Queenes sister and with her in Court â—arwicke the man chose foorth to worke the feat â—â—â— is sent thither in such sumptuous sort And in short time so well his businesse plyes That she was like to proue an English prize In the meane while this youthful King by chance â—omming to Grafton where the Dutchesse lay â—hen stil'd of Bedford his eye haps to glance 〈…〉 her bright Daughter the faire Widdow Gray 〈…〉 se beauties did his senses so intrance 〈…〉 stole his heart so suddainly away That must he lose his Crowne comeweale come woe She must be his though all the world say no Her lookes like Lethe make him to forget â—on what businesse he had Warwicke sent 〈…〉 this Lady he his loue so set 〈…〉 at should his Crowne from off his head be rent â—his rebellious people rise to let â—s choyse of his they should it not preuent For those pure eyes his bosome that had pierc'd Had writ alaw there not to be reuers'd What lesse amends this Lady can I make For her deere husband in my quarrell slaine Then lawfull marri'ge which for iustice sake I must performe quoth hee lest she complaine For a iust Prince so me the world shall take Soothing himselfe vp in this amorous vaine With his affections in this sort doth play Till he a Queene made the faire Lady Gray This Act of Edwards com'n to Warwicks eare And that the sequell show'd it to be true In his sterne eyes it eas'ly might appeare His heart too great for his strait bosome grew He his Commission doth in piece-meale â—eare Breakes the broad Seale and on the ground it thâ— And prayes blest heau'n may curse him if that â— For this disgrace reuenged would not be Haue I quoth hee so lifted thee 〈…〉 That to thy greatuesse I the scorne am growne Haue I for thee aduentur'd beene so oft In this long Warre as to the world is knowne And now by thee thus basely am I scoft By this disgrace vpon me thou hast throwne If these thy wrongs vnpunish'd slightly passe Hold Warwicke base and falne from what he was Know t w'as the Nevills forthy Title stood Else long e'r this layd lower then the ground And in thy cause my Father shed his blood None of our house for thee but beares a wound And now at last to recompence this good 〈…〉 for me this Guerdon hast thou â—ound 〈…〉 proud head this hâ—d shal pluck thy crown Or if thou stand then 〈…〉 Warwick down Yet he to England peaceably repaires And with a smooth browe smotherâ— his intent And to the King 〈…〉 the French affaires â—â— what in Court had past there since he went His spleene he for a fitter season spares 〈…〉 he the same more liberally might vent Calme was his countenance and his language faire But in his brest a deepe revenge he bare MEane while Queene Margarit a poore exile heares How things in England in her absence went 〈…〉 halfe burst heart which but a little cheeres â—â—â— from her head she felt the Crowne was rent â—et though fare off a little glimpse appeares â— seeming hope and though it fainâ—ly lent It might hauâ— said had not the Fâ—â—es said no These stormes at home might her some profit blow 〈…〉 heares how Warwicke cunningly had wrought 〈…〉 Duke of Clarence from his brothers side â—â—â— that braue Youth at Callice hauing caught â—â—â— eldest daughter had to him affide How to rebell the Northerne men were brouâ— And who by Warwicke poynted was their guide Aâ— on the Wâ—lâ—h he had a mighty hand By Edward rais'd those rebels to withstand Of new Rebellions at Northampton rais'd And to despight the King what they had done How they at Grafton the Earle Riuers seas'd And Sir Iohn Wooduile his most hopefull Sonne Who with their heads could hardly be appeas d And of the fame by puissant Warwicke wonne Who hauing taken Edward in his Tent His King his prisoner into Yorkâ—shirâ— sent Then heares againe how Edward had escapt And by his friends a greater power had got How he the men of Lincolneshire intrapt Who neere to Stamford pay'd a bloody shot And when the Earle his course for Callice shapt When England lastly grew for him to hot Vaucleere who there his Deputy he put The Ports against his late grand Captaine shut Lastly shee heares that he at Deepe ariues And lately com'n to Amboyes to the Court â—â—ereas King Lewis to his vtmost striues â—o entertaine him in most Princely sort When the wise Queene her businesse so contriues That she comes thither small what though her port Yet brings along the sweet yong Prince her sonâ—e To proue what good with Warwick might be done Wen both in Court and presence of the King Their due respect to both of them that gaue â—â— will'd them in so pertinent a thing That they the like should of each other haue The teares began from both their eyes to spring That each from other Pitty seeâ—'d to craue In gracefull manner when the grieued Queene Thus to that great Earle gently breaths her spleene Warwicke saith shee how mercilesse a Foe â—â—st thou beene still to my poore child and mee â—hat villaine Yorke which hast aduanced so Which neuer could haue risen but for thee â—hat Valour thou on Edward didst bestow â— hadst thou show'd for him thou here dost see Our Damaske Roses had adorn'd thy Crest And with their wreathes thy ragged Staues bene drest First at Saine Albans at Northamptoâ— then 〈…〉 fatall Towtâ—n that most fearefull fight 〈…〉 many nay what multitudes of men 〈…〉 fierce Warwicke slaine and put to flight O if thy Sword that euer stood for â—en Had but beene drawne for Henry and his right He should
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 mâ—ager 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 〈…〉 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 aâ—cuse 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 Wâ—â—â—â— Dowglas in that battaile â—ew three in the Kings â—oat Aâ—moâ—â— Wickliffe a learned Diuine and the greatest Propestant of those times A Parliament at Leicester Henry Chichly succeeding Arundâ—ll late decâ—â—sed in that See * So they termed it as unworthy of a better title The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration to tâ—â— Kingâ—â—nd Parliament at Lecesterâ— in the 〈…〉 following Stanzaes The Crâ—â—â—â— of France descended vpon Edward the third from Isabell â—u Mother Daughtar and suâ—â—â—â—â—ing heire to King Philip of France named the faire * Iames Daulpâ—â—â—â— of Viennoies The Dukes of Lâ—â—raine Burbon The Earles of Aumerlâ— Savoye Mountbilliard Flaunders Nevers â—â—arcourt King Iohn of France and Philip his son taken by the Blacke Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers brought Prisoners to â—â— land Iohn of Cleumount Peter of Burbon Examples of such as haue aduanâ—d 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 â—â—â— adagâ— He that will France wiâ— must with Scotland first beginne The Duke of Excester the Kings owne â—â—â—â— The first breaâ—h with France The Countries demanded by the King of England The King and Daulphine of France dâ—â—â—deth the King of England Henry the fist answered for the Tennis Balles The language of Tennis * Blades accounted of the best temâ—er Armed at all poynts * Armings for the thigh and legge * Armings for the arme and shoulder Great Ordnance then â—uâ— newly in â—â—â— Halfe thâ—â—â—â—â— cutt of the Island from the Spanish to the German Ocean Edward the third * The Soa betwixt France and England â—â— called A Catalogue of the Sâ—ps in â—â— 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 knowâ—â— * A country â—â—ng vpon â—e â—ast Sea ordering vpon Poland â—amous for â—â—erring fishng â—ydes to the â—ing by the â—obility 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 Baâ—taâ—â—â— of Hastings fighting against the Conquerour d The first famous Earle of
against the French Anthony Duke of Brabant sonne to the Duke of Burgundy The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine Many of the French in â—hotr flight get â—â—to an old Fort. The Kings slight answere Woodhouâ—â—â—eereth at the attempt Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse Caâ—tainâ— Gam â—â—aiâ—e 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 tâ—â—â— day A deuisâ—â—â— Burbons to giue incouragement to the French A Simily of the French Lewis of Burbon taken prisonâ— by a meane souldiour Lewis of Burbon stâ—bd 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 〈…〉 of rasâ—al French 〈…〉 the King Englands 〈…〉 The 〈…〉 The English kill 〈…〉 pâ—â—soners Ex 〈…〉 ion The French â—ause of their owne massaâ—hre A discriptiâ—n 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 conqueâ—â— of France by Henry the â—ift The Christian Princes seeke to 〈…〉 a peace between 〈…〉 and France A 〈…〉 18 moneths Pooâ—e in this time of â—eacâ—â—â—â—ourâ—th â—â—â—oncludâ— a Marâ—â—age beâ—â—ixt thâ— Lady Margarire and the King his Master Poole taken with the exâ—â—â—ding 〈…〉 â—y of the Princesse He had only the title of these Kingdomes without any lâ—â—â—lyhooâ— Margarite Duk Reyners Daughter A 〈…〉 of a 〈…〉 Amba 〈…〉 our with â—â—e â—â—â—â— of 〈…〉 onely daughter The high praises of the Princesse Margarites beauty Pooleâ— followers placed about the King to work â—â— owne ends The prouinces of France giuen to Duke Reyner for 〈…〉 Daughter Poole created first from an Earle Marque 〈…〉 and afteâ— Duke of Suffolke The people exceedingly râ—pinâ— for the giuing aâ—ay of the Prouinces A Simily Sâ—ffolke Procurator for the King The marriage solemâ—â—zedâ—â—â— the city of Towers The great concourse to honour the Solâ—â—nization Margaret in French signifâ—â—th a Daysâ—e The Queene brauely enteâ—tained in passing through Normandy The King stayeth for the 〈…〉 at Portâ—mouth Great and fearefull Tempests at the comming in of the Queâ—ne The Duke of Yor 〈…〉 discharged of hiâ— Regency in France and the Duke of Sommerset in hâ—â— place A Charractâ—â— of the Duke of Glocester The greatest persons of the Queenes Faâ—â—â—â—â— A Parliamentat Saint Edmunds-Bury The Duke of Gloster aresâ—ed by the high Marshall of England The Duke murthered The pâ—â—pâ—â— mutiny The death oâ— the Duk was the vtter 〈…〉 row of the house of Lâ—â—caster The affaires of England fall tâ— ruinâ—â—pon the death of the Duke The Irish rebell The French â—re vp in A 〈…〉 s. The Norman râ—uolt Townâ—â— in Normandy yâ—elded to th 〈…〉 enemy There had been a formâ— contract betwene the King and th 〈…〉 Earle of Arminacks only Daughter but being by the Duke o 〈…〉 Suffolke annulled cause 〈…〉 â—he Earle â—â—â— after to be â— vowed ene 〈…〉 â—â— the Englis 〈…〉 The commons chargâ—â—he Duke of Sommerset with thâ— lossâ— of Normand Articles of Treason put into the Parliament against the Dukes oâ— Sommerset â—nd Suffolke The Duke of Sufâ—olkeâ—anâ—â—â—ea for sine yâ—â—res 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 Excestâ—r of whom â—nâ— Water was the Captaine The subâ—â—ll 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 reâ—â—uired of a dangerous sicknesse The Queene preuailing against the Duke of York The Duke of Yorke 〈…〉 seth an army in the Marches of Wales The first Battaile at Saâ—â—â— Albans Humfrey Earle of Stafford eldest sonne to the Duke of Buckingham The King crept into a poore Cottage The lawlesse â—surpation of the Yorkâ—stâ— Salsbury made Ch 〈…〉 Warwicke Captaiue of Caâ—â—â—ce Henry Beufoâ—â— 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 gâ—uching at Warwickes greatnesse Warwick in perill to hauâ— bin slaine passing thâ— street The men of Cheshire â—panâ—â—n the quarreâ—â— The 〈…〉 A great 〈…〉 The Lord A 〈…〉 Eâ—â—â—rd Earl of March eldest sonne to â—â—â— Duke tâ—â— Ea 〈…〉 and Warwicke A Simily A Parliâ—â—ent at 〈…〉 The men of Kent rise with the Torkists The name of Warwicke fearefull to hu enemies A great paâ—â— of the Nobility slaine at Nerthampton The Duke of Yorkeâ— insolence The Queeâ—â— impatient â— the Dukes pride The Dukes oft 〈…〉 ruine The Eâ—rle â—â— Salsbury bâ—â— headeâ— The end of young Rutland The Battaile â—â— Mortiâ—â—â—s Crosse Three sâ—nâ—ey 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 disâ—omfited at this second Battâ—ll at Saint Albans King Henry of no account The King â—â—etâ— with the Queene and her â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 The cruelty of the Queen King Henry most 〈…〉 The Londoners deny the Queene victuaile for her Army The Duke of Yorke entreth London with applause of the people Edward mâ—â— King by the suffrage of the Commons King Edward 〈…〉 from 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 The Lord Fitzwater and Bastard Neuill slamâ— Warwicke â—â—wâ—â— to reâ—snge his brothers death Warwickes deâ—â—eraâ—e â—â—â— sâ—lutiâ—â— No quarter â—eâ—t at Towton Towton field A miserable defect of the Queenes friends The greateâ—â— slaughter in all that ciuiâ—â— Warre The King and Queen forced to forsake the Land The Earle of Oxford and â—â— Sonne attainted Queene Margarit a womaÌ„ of an â—ndainted spirit The Queene in euery enterprise most vnforâ—â—nate Queene Margarite raiseth â— new Army Sâ—me that â—ad submitted themselues to King Edward â—eâ—olt at king Henrys comming Kin Edward prouideth to resist Queenâ— Margarites comming in The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile of Exhâ—â— Queene Margarites 〈…〉 goes still â—â—â—wrackâ— King Henry and the Queane â—â—â—â— The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile 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
Bona the French Queens sister The Dutchesse of Bedford after Iohn her husbands deceasâ— was wâ—ddedâ—â— Sir Richard Wooquile Knight whosâ— daughter â—â—â— Lady was Her husband slain at Saint Albans on the â—â—â—gâ— part 〈…〉 King 〈…〉 Warwicke deeply diâ—â—â—â—bles his dis 〈…〉 a George second brother to King Edward and by him 〈…〉 Duke of Clarence b Warwicke by his Agents had stirred vp this rebellion in the North he himselfe being at Calliâ—â— thâ— it might sâ—â—â—â— not to be done by him they had to their Captaines Henry Fitz-Hugh Henry Neuil and Sir Iohn Coniers c The Earâ—e of Penbroke and hâ—â— brother Richard Herbert ouerthrowne at Banbury field d These Râ—bâ—ls had to their Captain one whom they termed Robin of Rids dale The Earle Riuers was Father to the Lady Gray then Queene of England f The Earle â—aketh the King prisoner at â—â—lney in Warwickeshirâ— entring open this campe 〈…〉 the â—â—ght g They had to their Captaine Robert Wâ—lls sonnâ— to the Lord Wâ—lles T 〈…〉 field h The Lord Vaucleere a Gascoyne borne i A knowne Port Towne of Normandy k A Towne where the French King lay l 〈…〉 The Queeneâ— speech to the Earle in the soure following Stanzaes Barron â—â—ulcoâ— bringe was brother to Richard Neâ—â—ll Earle of Salsbury and Richard Earl of Warwicke Iohn Marquesse Mounâ—acute were Sonnes to the sayd Earle Warwickes reply in the two following Stanzaes Prince Edward affyed to Anne the Earle of Warwicks daughter Warwicke makes preparation for a â—â—w Warre Warwicke so famous that he was seene with wonder A Simile Warwick driueth King Edward out of the Kingdome Warwicke takes Kiâ— Henry the T 〈…〉 King Edward and his adherents aiâ—aiâ—ted by act of Parliament Queene Margarite neuer sees any thing that might giue her comfort The Duke of Burgondy brother in Law to King Edward so was â—he 〈…〉 King Henry by his Grand mother being the daughter of Iohn of Gaunt Torke yeelded vp to King Edward Succoursâ—onâ—â—â—ing into Edward King Edward sets downe hâ— Army besoâ— Couentry daring Warwicke to the field Clarence 〈…〉 his father in Law the Earle of Warwicke Warwicke followes the King towards London King Edward â—â—ts â—â—â— of London 〈…〉 The Armies meet at Barâ—t * The Armes of England Warwickes high 〈…〉 The Earle of Warwicke â—is brother Marquesse Mountacute â—aine â—hat very day â—hat Warwick â—as slaine the Queene â—ands â—he Queenes â—eech heaâ—ng of Warwicks defeat 〈…〉 the three â—ollowing â—anzaes Cause of new sorrow to the Queene The remnant of the Army which escaped aâ— Barnet resort to the Queene The Queene encouraged by her friends The Armies meete at Tukesbury A place ill â—â—osen on the Queenes part A bloody battell The Queeneâ— Army ouerthrowne Prince Edward taken prisoner Vpon the Kings Proclamation of a great reward to him that could bring him 〈…〉 As also of the Princes safety Sir Richard Crosts is won to discouer his prisoners Prince Edward stabd to death Queene Margarite gets into a poore Cell Lewis of France Duke Rayner â—â—dâ—â—th himselfe to rans 〈…〉 his Daughter The Earle of Gloster after Richard the third The Furies fetcha from hell to bring the World to â—â—d A description of the furies â—â—e Mooneâ—lfe beg â—t the diuell The prodigious signs that foreran the birth of the Moone-Calfe A description of the Moon Calfe Mother Red-Capâ— talâ— The moraliâ—y of mother Red-Caps tale The morallity of mother Bumbyes â—alâ— The morality of mother Howlets tale Gammer Gurtons tale The morallity of Mother Gurtons * The nearest harbour of Spaine An I le for the abundeâ— of wine supposed to be the habitaâ— on of B 〈…〉 * An I le for the abâ—ndance â—f Wine supposed to bee the habitatiâ—n of Bacchus
come to sway He would put faire as euer man did yet Vpon the height of Fortunes whâ—ele to sit Loue and Ambition spurre hâ—â— in such sort As that alone t' accomplish hâ—â— desire To fall with Phaeton he would thinke it sport Though he should set the Vnlâ—â—â—sâ— on â—ire 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 Anâ—oâ— 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 â—â—th a faire Princesse of as Royal blood The Daughter of the Earle of Arminake And hâ—â— 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 â—auing the time most diligently trac'd â—nd 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 â—nd Mauns a city of no small receite â—o which the Duke pretended interest â—or the conclusion when they came to treate â—nd 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 â—hen of a Marquesse is a Duke created â—or he at east in Fortunes lap was layd â—o glorious actions wholly consecrated Hard was the thing that he could not perswade â—n 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 â—h'amazed world which knew not what to say What liuing man but did the act mislike â—f him it did not vtterly dismay â—hat 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 WoÌ„dring what would of this straÌ„ge world become As when some dreadfull Comet doth appeare Athwart thâ— hâ— aâ—eÌ„ thaâ— throws his threatning light The peaceful people that at quiet were Stand with wild gâ—zâ—s wond'ring at the sight Some War some Plâ—gues so 〈…〉 faâ—â—in greatly feare Some falls of Kingdomes or of 〈…〉 of migâ—t The grieued people thus their iudgements spend Of these strange Actions what should be the end When Suffolke Procurator for the King Is sâ—â—p'd for France t'â—spouse the beautious Bride And fitted to the full of euery thing Followed with Englands Gallantâ—y and pride As fresh as is the brauery of the Spring Comming to Towers there sumptâ—oâ—sl 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 oneâ—ioy'd this happy day to sâ—e The King and Queene the Nuptials there to grace On them three Dukes as then attendâ—nts be Seuen Earles 〈…〉 Barrons in their â—quâ—pace And twenty Bishops whâ—â—â—â— that onely she Like to the Roâ—â— morning towards the rise Cheeres all the Church as it doth cheere the skiâ—â— Tâ—â—umphaâ—l Aâ—ches the glad Towne doth raise And sâ—lts and Turâ—â—ys are 〈…〉 at Court Conceited Masks 〈…〉 Banqâ—eâ—s witty playes 〈…〉 them many a pretty sport â—oâ—ts write Prothalamions in their praise â—ntill 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 〈…〉 ill entertained with most sumptuous showes â—n passing thorough Normandy to Diâ—pe Where like the Sea the concourse dayly flowes â—or 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 â—nd for faire Portsmouth their straight course they plyd Where the King stayd his louely Bride to meete â—onder she comes when as the people cryd Busie with Rushâ—s strevâ—ing euery streete The brainelesse Vulgar little vnderstand The Horrid plagues that ready were to Laâ—d Which but to soone all-seeing heauen foretold For shee was scarsely safely put a Shore â—â—t 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 thiÌ„gs to pass wer broght And these two braueaÌ„bitious spirits wer me The Queene and Duke now frame their working though Into their haÌ„dâ— 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 Chanâ—â— 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
charge whereof proud Warwicke on him too 〈…〉 In their intended bus'nesse neuer slept Nor yet their former enterprise forsooke In t' Henryes Counsailes who had those that crept And did each day his actions ouerlooke From whom as their aduertisements still are So they their strengths accordingly prepare And in meane time the Kingdome to embroyle That with lesse noise their frieÌ„ds might raise an host They plâ—gue the seas with Piracy and spoyle And rob the Hauens all along the Coast They ne'r take pitty of their Natiue soyle For that they knew this would auayle them most That whilst the State was busied there about Armes might be rais'd within by those without And slaughtring many that were set toward Th' especiall Ports th'vnweldy Anchors wayde Of the Kings ships whose fraught as prize they sharde And them to Callice carefully conuayd With their stoâ—nâ— Fleet and his great Nauy darde As late by land so now by Sea they sway'd All in Combustion and their bloody rage Nor Sea nor Land can possibly asswage Then haue they Forces rais'd for them in Kent Their next and most conuenien place to land Where should the aduerse power their hopes preueÌ„t In Douer Road yet were their ships at hand And by their Posts still too and fro that went They certainly were let to vnderstand That Kent was surely theirs and onely stayd To rise in Armes the Yorkists power to ayde When Falconbridge who second Brother was To Salsbury they send away before To see no ships should out of Sandwich passe To hinder them from comming to the shore There of Munition tooke a wondrous Masse Heapt in that Towne that with abundant store He Armed many at their comming in Which on their side would scarcely else haue bin That they no sooner setled were on land But that in Armes th'rebellious Kentish rose And the Lord Cobham with a mighty band With their Calicians presently doth close That now they sway'd all with a powerfull hand And in small time so great their Armie growes From Sussex Surry and those parts about That of her safety London well might doubt But yet at last the Earies shee in doth let To whom the Clergy comming day by day From further sheers them greater forces get WheÌ„ towards Northampton making forth their way Where the sad King his Army downe had set And for their comming onely made his stay With all the force his friends could him afford And for a fight with all things fitly stor'd Who in his march the Earle doth oft molest By their Vauntcurrers hearing how he came In many a straight and often him distrest By stakes and trenches that his Horse might lame But the stout Yorkists still vpon them prest And still so fearefull was great Warwicks name That being once cryde on put them oft to flight On the Kings Army till at length they light When th' Earle of March theÌ„ in the pride of blood His Virgin valour on that day bestowes And furious Warwicke like a raging flood Beares downe before him all that dare oppose Old Salsbury so to his tackling stood And Fauconbridge so sayes amongst his foes That euen like leaues the poore Lancastrians fall And the proud Yorkists beare away the Ball. There Humphrey Duke of Buckingham expir'd King Henrys comfort and his causes friend There Shrewsbury euen of his foes admir'd For his high courage his last breath doth spend Braue Beamout there and Egremount lay tyr'd To death there Lucy had his lucklesse end And many a noble Gentleman that day Weltring in gore on the wild Champion lay The wretched King as Fortunes onely sonne His souldiers slaine and he of all forsaken Left in his Tent of men the most forlorne The second time a prisoner there is taken The wofull Queene out of the Battaile borne In a deepe swound and when she doth awaken Nothing about her heares but howles and cryes Was euer Queenes like Margarites miseries YOrke comming in from Irelandâ—n â—n the end And to his hands thus finds the Battaile wonâ— By the high Prowesse of his faithfull friend Great Warwicke and that valiant March his son Hâ—s present hopes the former so transcend That the proud Duke immediatly begun By his bold Actions to expresse his thought Through so mucâ— blood which he so long had sought The Kings Command'ment daring to deny His Soueraigne Lord being cal'd to waite vpon And on his Fortune beares himselfe so hiâ— That he in State presumes t'ascond his Throane From the Kings lodgings puts his â—â—â—uâ—nâ—s by And placeth in them such as were his owne So infinitely insolent the growes As he the Crowne at pleasure would dispose When he procures a Parliament with speed In which himselfe Protector he doth make And only Heire apparent to succeâ—d The King when death him from the world doth take And what had bene at Couentry decreed He there Annulls from him and his to shake The seruile yoke of all subiection quite Downe goes the red Rose and vp goes the white And he with Fortune that this while doth sport Seeing the Southern to him still were sure Thinks to the North if he should but resort He to his part the Northerne should procure Seeking all wayes his greatnesse to support Nor would an equall willingly endure Downe into Yorkshire doth to Sandall ride Whose lofty scyte well suted with his plide The vexed Queene whose very soule forgot That such a thing as patience it had knowne And but shee found her friends forsooke her not As madde as euer Hecuba had grovvne Whilst both her wrongs and her reuenge were hot Her mighty mind so downe could not be throvvne But that once more the bloody set shee le play With Yorke ere so he beare the Crovvne away And dovvne to Sandall doth the Duke pursue With all the povver her friends could her prouide Led by those Lords that euer had been true And had stood fast vpon King Henryes side With that most valiant and selected crue This brau'st of Queenes so vvell her businesse plide That comming soone to Sandals lofty sight Into the Field she dares him foorth to fight And for this Conflict there came on with her Her hope Prince Henry her deare only Sonne Stout Somerset and noble Excester Dukes that for Margarite mighty things had done Devon and Wilt Earles vsing to conferre With this vvise Queene when danger she vvould shun Vndaunted Clifford Rosse in vvar vp brought Barrons as braue as ere in battaile fought When this stout Duke who in his Castle stood With Salsbury who beat them all at Blore Both which were flesht abundantly with blood In those three But aâ—les they had wonne before Thought in their pride it would be euer Flood Noâ— gainst Queen Margarite that they needed more For they â—d Fortune chain'd with them about Thâ—t of theâ—â— conquest none but fooles could doubt And for the Field soone Marshalling their force All poore delayes they scornefully defie Nor will the Duke stay for
those troupes of Horse With which his Sonne him promist to supply Inspight of Fate they 'll giue their foe the worse On their owne valour they so much rely And with fiue thousand marshald well they come Meaning to charge the Queenes maine Battaile home But in her Host she hauing those that were Expert in all the Stratagems of Warre To fight with him doe cause her to forbeare Till from his Castle she had got him farre Whilst in an ambush shee had placed there Wiltshire and Clifford with their strengths to barre Him from his home in off'ring to retire Or wound his backe euen as they would desire When too 't they fell vpon an easie plaine At the hill foote where furiously they fought Vpon both sides where there were many slaine But for the Queene foure to his one had brought The Duke of Yorke for all his pride was faine Backe to recoyle were hee was finely caught For Wilt and Clifford that in Ambush were The Van thus rowted ouerthrew the Reare Where Yorke himselfe who proudly but of late With no lesse hope then of a kingdome fed Vpon this field before his Castle gate Mangled with wounds on his owne earth lay dead Vpon whose body Clifford downe him sate Stabbing the corpes and cutting off his head Crown'd it with paper and to wreake his teene Presents it so to his victorious Queene His Bastard Vnckles both couragious Knights Sir Iohn and Sir Hugh Mortimer so sped Hall Hastings Neuill who in sundry Eights Had show'd their valour on the field found dead And Salsbury amongst these Tragicke sights Who at Blore-heath so much deere blood had shed Taken aliue to Pomfret sent with speed And for their bloods himselfe there made to bleed Some climbe vp Rocks through hedges other run Their foes so roughly execute their rage Where th' Earle of Rutland the Dukes yongest son Then in his childhood and of tender age Comming in hope to see the Battaile wonne Clifford whose wrath no rigour could asswage Takes and whilst there he doth for mercy kneele In his soft bosome sheathes his sharpned steele Edward of March the Duke his Father slaine Succeeding him whilst things thus badly sort Gathering an Army but yet all in vaine To ayde his Father for he came too short Hearing that Penbrooke with a Warlike trayne Was comming tow'â—ds him touch'd with the report His valiant Marchers for the field prepares To meet the Earle if to approach he dares Iaesper by birth halfe Brother to the King On bright Queene Katherine got by Owen Tether Whom Henrys loue did to this Earledome bring And as from Wales descended sent him thither And of South-wales gaue him the gouerning Where in short time he got an Host together Cleauing to Henry who did him preferre As an Alye to th' House of Lancaster Vpon their March when as they lastly mer Neere to the Crosse that Mortimer is nam'd Where they in order their Battalions set The Duke and Earle with equall rage enflam'd With angry eyes they one the other threat Their deadly Arrowes at each other aym'd And there a fierce and deadly fight begin A bloodier Battell yet there had not bin The Earle of Ormond an Associate then With this young Tudor for the King that stood Came in the Vanguard with his Irish men With Darts and Skaines those of the Brittish blood With Shaftes and Gleaues them seconding againe And as they fall still make their places good That it amaz'd the marchers to behold Men so ill arm'd vpon their Bowes so bold Now th' Welch and Irish so their weapons weeld As though themselues they conquerors meant to câ—l Then are the Marchers masters of the field With their browne Bills the Welchmen so they mall Now th one now th' other likely were to yeeld These like to fly then those were like to fall Vntill at length as fortune pleas'd to guide The Conquest turn'd vpon the Yorkists side Three Suns were seem that instant to appeare Which soone againe shut vp themselues in one Ready to buckle as the Armies were Which this braue Duke tooke to himselfe alone His drooping hopâ—s which somwhat seemd to cheere By his mishaps neere lately ouerthrowne So that thereby encouraging his men Once more he sets the white Rose vp agen Penbrooke and Ormond saue themselues by slight Foure thousand souldiers of both Armies dead But the great losse on the Lancastrians light So â—ll the â—riends of poore King Henry sped Where Owen Tudor taken in the flight This yong Earles father by Queene Katherines bed At Hereford not farre away from thence Where others with him dyde for their offence THis while the Queen the gole at Sandal gain Leades on tow'rds London her victorious Hâ— Whose blades she showes with blood of Yorkists stain'â— Nor of her CoÌ„quest can she leaue to boast But to her side whilst lucky fortune lean'd Come what can come she means to cleare the coâ—â— Of those she knew in Yorks reuenge would rise Found she not meanes their Forces to surprise And at Saint Albans finding on her way Iohn Duke of Norfolke and her diuelish foe Fierce Warwicke who there with an Army lay Which two deceased Yorke when he should goe To Sandall left them as his onely kay To keepe King Henry which they not foreslow Lest by the Queene hers he might be wroug T' annull their late past Parliament for nought For which to Counsell calling vp her Lords Well to consider what was to be done Who cheere her vp with comfortable words And would in no wise she her way should shunne For they would make her entraÌ„ce with their swoâ— Here what was lost might here againe be wunnâ— Assuring her their minds them strongly gaue That of this Field the glory she should haue And soone their Army ordering for the grou 〈…〉 Whereof a view they eâ—'ry way doe take When for Assault they bid their Trumpets sound And so their entry on the Towne they make â—ut comming to the market place they found â— shower of shafts as from a cloud it brake Which backe againe made them so fast to beare As that their Van was like to route their Reare But thus repuls'd another way they prooue How in vpon their enemy to get Which maks their foes that they their force remoue To stop that passage wherein they were set â—hat whilst they shafts into each other shoue â—or a long while it was an euen bet Death being thus dealt and both so deepely in Whether proud Warwicke or the Queene should winne But by the Queene constrained to recoyle â—heir ground from them they absolutely wonne When they the Yorkists miserably spoyle â—nd in with them on their mayne Battaile runne Which being greatly straitned by the soyle â—hey could not doe what else they might haue done Through thick thin o'r hedge ditch that take And happiest he the greatest hast could make Whilst Warwicke cryes ye Southerne cowards stay â—nd once more turne
your faces to your foes â—is feare not danger doth yee thus dismay â— proue the former fortune of your Bowes â—hinke but vpon the late-wonne glorious day â—ot in this place the fame whereof you lose By your base flight but he his breath might spare He might as well haue call'd vpon the Ayre Scatter'd like sheep by wolues that had bin scar'â— So runne the Yorkists which when Norfolke saw He calls to Warwicke scarcely then prepar'd Himselfe out of this danger to withdraw My Lord quoth he you see that all is mard Fortune hath sworne to keepe vs in her awe Our liues are gone if longer here wee stay Loose not your selfe though we haue lost the dâ— And for they found the Foe came on so fast The King by them to this lost battell brought And vnder guard in his pauillion plac't Th' are forc'd to leaue which late they little thougâ— For ther were those which made theÌ„ make such hasâ— They could not stay to haue their Soueraign soughâ— But since the Battell had such ill successe That lost they thought their losse of him the lessâ— The foe thus fled they quickly found the King From whom a speedy messenger is sent His Wife and Sonne away to him to bring Who with their Lords arriuing at his Tent Where after many a fall and many aspring Of teares of ioy vpon each other spent With strict embraces they each other straine No one had need a gladnesse there to faine Like as you see when Partriges are flowne In Falconers termes which we the Couy call By the sharpe Hawke and into thickets throwne There drops downe one there doth another fall â—et when they heare the questing Spaniels gone They in the euening get together all With pretty iugging and each other greet Glad as it were they once againe should meete But the fierce Queene her full reuenge to take Of those she thought the Yorkists well that meant â—he stout Lord Bonvile for King Henry sake â—nd Thomas Kerrill a braue Knight of Kent Who the Kings Guard stroue euer long to make â—ll threatning perill thereby to preuent And for their safety had his Soueraigne word That cruell woman putteth to the sword This wel might warne great Warwick not to trust â—oo much to Fortune which so soone reueales â—er whorish lightnesse like an Auerse gust â—nd on the suddaine makes him strike his Sayles Which when he most beleeued her to be iust â—is forward hopes then most of all she fayles All his accounts and teach him thus to summe None ouercomes but may be ouercome Some thinke that Warwicke had not lost the day â—ut that the King into the Field he brought â—or with the worse that side still went away Which had King Henry with theÌ„ when they fought â—pon his birth so sad a curse they lay â—s that he neuer prospered in ought The Queene wan two amongst the losse of many Her husband absent present neuer any But whilst her selfe with further hopes shee fed The Queene still watchfull wisely vnderstands That Warwicke late vvho at Saint Albans fled Whereas his heeles seru'd better then his hands Had met the Duke of Yorke and made a head Of many fresh and yet vnfought-with bands At Chipping-norton for more forces stay'd From whence towards London they their marâ— had layâ— And for shee saw the Southerne to adhere Still to the Yorkists who againe relyde Much on their ayde as London she doth feare A small reliefe which lately her denyde She can at all conceiue no comfort there With any succours nor to be supply'd But to the North her speedy course directs From whence fresh aydes she euery day expectâ— Not foure dayes march yet fully on her way But Yorke to London with his Army comes And neere the walles his Ensignes doth display Deaffing the city with his clamoorus Drummes His Title so the multitude doth sway That for his souldiers they prouide him Summes And those prouisioÌ„s they Queene Margarite oâ— Taken from hers they on the Duke bestow'de The Gates set open to receiue him in They with applause his gracious entrance greet His presence so the Peoples hearts doth vvinne That they come flocking in from euery street Kneeling before him as he Crownd had bin And as he rode along they kist his feete Whilst good King Henry towards the North is gone The poore Lancastrians damn'd by euery one Whither at once doe presently repaire The spirituall Lords Temporal who would haue Him take the Crowne who farre more ready are â—o giue then he their suffrages to craue The Commons take him so into their care Vpon his name that dotingly they raue And being ask'd who should their Soueraigne be They cry King Edward and no man but hee Thus to his height this puissant Prince they heaue The seate Imperiall where then sitting downe Their fealty they force him to receaue Which on his head might firmely fixe his Crowne And in his hand the Regall Scepter leaue Edward the fourth proclaim'd in eu'ry Towne With all the pompe that they could thinke vpon They then adorne his Coronation THis newes too quickly in Queene Margarites eare What by the Lords at London had beene done Euen at the point to fall into despaire Ready she was on her owne death to runne With her faire fingers â—ents her golden haire Cursing that houre when first she saw the Sunne With rage she faints reuiuing and doth call Vpon high heauen for vengeance on them all To ayde her right yet still excites her friends By her faire speech inchanted as by charmes Scarce any man on any Lord depends That followes her that riseth not in Armes The spacious North such plenteous succour sends That to her side the souldiers come in swarmes Thus day by day she addeth more and more To that full Army which she had before Not long it was but Edward vnderstood Of this great power prepared in the North When he to make his Coronation good Calls to his ayde his friends of greatest worth With whom then rising like a raging flood This forward King breakes violently foorth That with the helpe of Tributary flowes Extends his breadth still onward as he goes Nor Henryes Army needed to be sought For euery man could tell him where it lay In twelue dayes march which Edward eas'ly rough Without resistance keeping on his way Neere fifty thousand in his Host he brought Whose brandish'd Ensignes seem'd to braue the day And vnder Pomfret his proud Tents he pight Prouiding hourely for a deadly fight Of Henrys Host when they who had command On whom the Queene imposed had the care Great Sommerset and stout Northumberland And Clifford whom no danger yet could dare The walles of Yorke first hauing throughly man'd There plac'd the King when quickly they prepare To range their Battell which consisted then Of threescore thousand valiant Northerne men From Edwards Host the Lord Fitzwater went And valiant Neuill Warwickes Bastard brother At
Ferry-bridge the passage to preuent From comming ouer Eyre to keepe the other Gainst whom the aduerse the Lord Clifford sent Who taking night his enterprise to smother The dawne yet dusky passing through a Ford Puts them and all their souldiers to the sword At the shrill noyse when Warwicke comming in And finds his Brother and Fitzwater dead Euen as a man distracted that had bin Out of his face the liuely colour fled â—oth cruell Clifford thus quoth he begin For eu'ry drop of blood that he hath shed This day I 'le make an enemy to bleed Or neuer more in Battaile let me speed And to the King returning in this mood 〈…〉 Liege quoth he all mercy now defie â—elay no longer to reuenge their blood Whose mangled bodies breathlesse yonder lye â—nd let the man that meanes King Edwards good 〈…〉 and fast to Warwicke who no more shall flie Resolu'd to winne or bid the world a due Which spoke the Earle his sprightly courser sâ—â—e This resolution so extremely wrought Vpon King Edward that he gaue command That on his side who willingly not fought Should haue his leaue to quit him out of hand That eu'â—y one should kill the man he cought To keepe no Quarter and who meant to stand In his iust cause rewarded he would see This day hee 'll rise or this day ruin'd be When neere to Towton on the spacious playne These puissant Armies on Palme-Sunday me Wher down right slaughter angry heaueÌ„ doth rainâ— With clouds of rage the Element is set The windâ—s breath fury and the earth againe With the hot gore of her owne Natiues wet Sends vp a smoke which makes the mall so mad Of neither part that mercy could be had One horrid sight another doth appall One fearefull cry another doth confound Murthers so thicke vpon each other fall That in one shreeke anothers shreeke is drownd Whilst blood for blood â—ncessantly doth call From the wide mouth of many a gaping wound Slaughter so soone grows big that coÌ„mn to birtâ— The monstrous burthen ouer-loads the earth This bloody Tempest ten long houres doth last Whilst neither side could to it selfe assure The victory but as their lot was cast With wounds and death they stoutly it indure Vntill the valiant Yorkists at the last Although in number neere ten thousand fewer In their long fight their forces manage so That they before them lay their conquer'd foe Couragious Clifford first here fell to ground Into the throat with a blunt Arrow strucke Here Westmerland receiu'd his deadly wound Here dy'd the stout Northumberland that stuck Still to his Soneraigne Wells and Dacres found That they had lighted on King Henrys luck Trowluph Horne two braue commanders dead Whilst Summerset and Excester were fled Thirty two thousand in this battaile flaine Many in strayts lye heap'd vp like a wall 〈…〉 The restlye scatter'd round about the playne And Cocke a Riuer though but very small Fill'd with those flying doth so deepely staine The Riuer Wharfe int'which this Cocke doth fall As that the fountaine which this flood doth feed Besides their blood had seem'd for them to bleed King Henrys hopes thus vtterly forlorne By the late losse of this vnlucky day He feeles the Crown euen from his temples torn On his sword point which Edward beares away And since his fall the angry Fates had sworne He findes no comfort longer here to stay But leauing Yorke he post to Barwicke goes With 's Queene Son true partners in his woes The King for Scotland and for France the Queene Diuided hence since them thus Fortune thwarts Before this time there seldome had beene seene Two to be seuer'd with so heauy hearts The Prince their son then standing them betweene Their song is sorrow and they beare their parts He to the King of Scots to get supplies She to the French King and her Father flies Which well might shew a Princes slippery state For when she hither at the first came in England and France did her congratulate Then in two battailes she had Conqueror bin Seeming to tread vpon the Yorkists hate As from that day she had beene borne to winne Now to sayle backe with miseries farre more Then were her Tryumphs landing here before This cruell blow to the Lancastrians lent At fatall Towton that Palme-Sunday fight Where so much blood they prodigally spent To France and Scotland as inforc'd their flight Lifts vp the Yorkists to their large extent And Edward now to see his Crowne set right Proâ—d in his spoyles to London doth repaire And re-annoynted mounts th' Imperiall Chaire Where he a speedy Parliament doth passe T' annull those Lawes which had beene made before Gainst his succession and dissolue the Masse Of Treasons heapt on his them to restore Whereby King Henry so much lesned was As after that he should subsist no more Little then thinking Lancaster againe Now but an exile ouer him should raigne Where he attaints as Traitors to his Crowne Iohn Earle of Oxford and hâ—s valiant sonne Aâ—brey De Vere with whom likewise went downe Mountgomery Terrill Tudenham who were done To death so Heau'n on Henry seemes to frowne And Summerset King Edwards wrath to shunne Himselfe submitting is receiu'd to grace Such is Queene Margarites miserable case Henry in Scotland the sad Queene the while Is left to France to Lewis there to sue To lend her succour scorning her exile In spight of Fate she will the warre renew She will tempt Fortune till againe she smile In such a pitch her mighty spirit still flew That should the world oppose her yet that strengh She hopes shall worke vp her desires at length And with fiue thousand valiant Volunteers Of natiue French put vnder her command With Armes well sitted she towards Scotland steeres With which before she possibly could land The wrath of Heauen vpon this Queene appeares And with fierce Tempests striue her to withstand The winds make warre against her with her Foe Which Ioin'd together worke her ouerthrowe Her Forces thus infortunatly lost Which she in Scotland hop'd to haue encreast And in this tempest she herselfe so tost As neuer Lady yet she here not coast But since she found her enterprise thus crost She to the Scottish her faire course adrest Nor would desist till she had rais'd agen Ten thousand valiant well-appointed men And in vpon Northumberland doth breake Rowzing the Siuggish villages from fleepe Bringing in Henry though a helpe but weake But leaues her Son in Barwicke safe to keepe Her ratling Drums so rough a language speakes The ruffling Scots and all the Country sweepe Which rumour run so fast with through the ayre That Edward thought it shooke his very Chaire And Somerset receiu'd to grace before With Sir Raulph Percy from that fatall day At Towton found each minute more and more How sad â— fate on the Lancastrians lay Yâ—â— hoping now King Henry to restore Who they suppos'd
that country e Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that country lying vpon the French Sea f At lying the fittest to expell or fore warne Inuaâ—â—on g Expressâ—ng the delicaâ—y of the Bath their chiefe City h The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of Gloster borne by the City Stonidge being the first wonder of England standing in Wiltshire An old Emâ—lâ—mâ— of Bâ—â—â—câ— or â—â—rkshire i A â—adge of the ancient Family of the Staffords Dukes of that place k Queene 〈…〉 Founder-of the Crosse wife to Constantine and daughter to King Coâ—ll builder of Colches 〈…〉 Essex l Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres m For the brâ—â— prospect to 〈…〉 Germaine Ocean a Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersity their Shire townes b The Armes of the Townâ— somewhat alluding to thâ— name c The Armes of the towne of Hunting don first so named of a place where Hunters met d The Armes of the towne e From the aboundance of wool in that tract f A sport more vsed in that shire from ancient time then in any other g For the length that it hath vpon the German Ocean h The Bear and ragged Staffe thâ— Ancient Armes of that Earledome i For the abundance of fruite more there then in any other tract k The fine 〈…〉 of the Wooll of Lemster in that shire l Many Hermites liued there in the woods in ti 〈…〉 pasâ— it being all forrestrie m Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that S 〈…〉 on which many Hawkes were wont â—â— ayâ—y n That famous out law â—â—â—ed 〈…〉 ch in that Country and is yet by many places there Celebrated o Aâ—câ—â—nted oâ—â—r the best Archers of England p For their 〈…〉 with the spâ—are 〈…〉 of their Naggâ— q Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots r Expressing the sâ—itâ— therâ—f â—uting ouâ— into those dangerous Sâ—â—â— betwixt England and Ireland Å¿ Their 〈…〉 conflicts 〈…〉 with the Scots exprâ—ssâ—d in the fight between â—â—â— golden â—â—d Lyon a Milford Hauen in Penbrooke shiâ—â—â— one of the 〈…〉 harbours in the kno 〈…〉 world therefore not vnaptly so expressed b Partly Dutâ—â— partly English partly Welch c Meâ— iâ— by whose birth and knowledg that towne â—â— maâ—â— fâ—mous d A watch Tower or pharus hauing the scituation whâ—â—â— Seuorâ— beginneth toâ— widden as when Pirats haue come in to giâ—e warning to the other Maritine Countryes e For the glory it hath attained to be the Kings birth-place and to ex 〈…〉 sse his principalities f The Armes of Brecknocke g Lying towards the miâ—st of Wâ—lâ—◠〈…〉 for abundance of Sheepe liuing on those high mountaines g Lying towards the miâ—st of Wâ—lâ—◠〈…〉 for abundance of Sheepe liuing on those high mountaines i For the abundance of Gâ—ate◠〈…〉 those inacâ—essible Mountaines h Expressing the scituation 〈…〉 Shâ—â—râ— lying on the Maritine part vpon the Irish Sea k The shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales l As 〈…〉 it selfe to the great North or Deucalâ—donian Sea in Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse in that little Tract A Simile of the Nauy The braus solemnity of the departing of the â—lâ—et The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne The brâ—ue encouragement of a â—oâ—ragious King A charitable Proclamation made by the King The Kings mayne Standard for the pâ—nderousnes thereof euâ—â— borne vpon a Carriage The King makes his aproches on three parts The King summons Harflew Charles de Aâ—bert and Iohn Boweequalt A Simile of the French power A discription of the siege of Harflewe in the 19 following Stanzaes * Crosbowe Arrowes The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph Hing Henry offereth to decade his right by single combat A fâ—â—â—d found in the riuer of Soame A counsill held at Roan against the King of England A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon Yong mens counsails oft-times proue the vtter subuersion both of themselues and others The French King sendeth â—o dare the King of England to Battaile The King of Englands modest answere A Simily of the rising of the French Dauid Gaâ— a great Captaine in that Warre The Duke of Yorke The French scorning the English being so few in respect of their mighty power The ryot in the French Campe the night before the Battell Pondering in hu thoughts hu Fathers comming to the crowne by deposing of the rightfull King Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken vp where it was meanly buried at Langly and to be layd in Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne The great are of a wise â—nd pâ—litike aptaine This Sâ—ratâ—gem the ouerthrow of the French The French mis-interpreâ— the flight of Rauens â—ouering ouer there owre 〈…〉 〈…〉 Marshal 〈…〉 of the 〈…〉 ch Arâ—y â—ontaiâ—â—g three 〈…〉 The Marshal ling of the English Army containing fiue Stanzaes The brauery of King Henryes owâ—e Person The scornfull message of the French to the King of England The Kings answer to the French The Constables Oration to the French The King of Englands Oration â—o the English The high 〈…〉 of the King of England Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the signall to the English A Simily of the French charging the English The three hundred Arâ—hâ—rs lay a in ambush disorder the French men â—â— Armes at the first encounter Two wings of French horse defeated The English Vaâ—â—ard and 〈…〉 Basâ—â—â—â—e charge â—he French 〈…〉 at 〈…〉 Charles de 〈…〉 Constable of F 〈…〉 The A 〈…〉 Thâ— Aâ—miâ—all flâ—â—â—â— The Constable flaine The â—â—â—â—agâ— of Woodhouse remarkâ—able A Simily 〈…〉 the appearance of the Battell The Duke of Burben and â—riâ—ance toâ—â—â— prisoners 〈…〉 of some Guisâ—ard the Daulphine of Aâ—agâ—n The Daulphine of Auerney slaine The Earle 〈…〉 Ewe taken prisoner The Duke of Yorke slaine The King 〈…〉 of the Duk of Yorks 〈…〉 The Kings solution The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English at the ioyning of the two maine Battailes in fiue Sâ—anzaes Called Clâ—eâ— of Brabant The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntington with breaâ—h of promise A desp 〈…〉 attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon One braue â—â— plâ—ieâ— begerteth another The Earle of Suffolk 〈…〉 The English kill she French with their owne Weapons The Duke of Glocester â—◠〈…〉 by the Duke of Alanzon The King of England in danâ—eâ— to be slanâ— by the Duke of Alanzon Alanzon betten downe by the King of England The King kil leâ—o two Gentlemen that aduenture to â—resene the Duke The Duke Alanzon slaine The Duke Neuers taken prisoner Morrisby and Gam aâ— contention for the Duke of Neueres Morrisby â—â— bâ—auey â—â— Knigh Dauid Gaâ— oft mentioned in this P 〈…〉 The Duke of Excester commeth in with the Reare The Earle of Vandome slaine Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred Aâ—â—hers The Marshal of France slaine Co 〈…〉 Vadamount The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant
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 â—laine 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 Graâ—daâ—â— 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 â—t 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 â—y 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 â—hat 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 â—is 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 â—hose 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 â—or 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 â—at he might see they no such matter ment â— a thing sitter for his youthfull hand â— Tunne of Paris Tennis Balls him sent â—tter himselfe to make him vnderstand â—riding his ridiculous intent â— And that was all the answere he could get Which more the King doth to this Conquest â—heâ— 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 sâ—nd him Bals and Rackets if I liue That they such Râ—câ—et shall in Paris see When ouer line with Bâ—â—dies I shall driue As that before the set be fully done France may perhap into the Hâ—zzard runne So little doth luxurious France fore see By her disdaine vvhat shee vpon her drew In her most brauâ—â—y sâ—eâ—ing 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 horroâ—s 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 waâ—re 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 â—â— 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 aâ—d 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
first good successâ— And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say That though he thus was setled on his shore Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay His ancient right if so he would restore But if the same he wilfully denay To stop th' effusion of their Subiects gore He frankly off'reth in a single fight With the yong Daulphine to decide his right Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare What answere back his Harauld him would bâ—â— But when he found that he was ne'r the neere And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing As to fight single nor that any were To deale for composition from the King He casts for Callice to make foorth his way And take such townes as in his iourney lay But first his bus'nesse he doth so contriue To curbe the Townes-men should they chancâ— stâ— Of Armes and office he doth them depriue And to their roomes the English doth preferre â—ut of the ports all Vagrants he doth driue â—nd therein sets his Vncle Excester This done to march he bids the thundring Drums To scourge proud France when now her conqueror comes The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood â—ow on his way this haughty Henry was â—uer the Soame which is a dangerous flood â—uckt down the bridges that might giue him passe â—nd euery thing if fit for humane food â—us'd to be forrag'd to a wonderous masse And more then this his iourneys to fore-slow He scarce one day vnskirmish'd with doth goe But on his march in midst of all his foes â—e like a Lyon keeps them all at bay â—nd when they seeme him strictly to inclose â—et through the thick'st he hewes him out a way â—or the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose â—hough off'ring oft his Army to fore-lay Nor all the power the enuious French can make Force him one foote his path but to forsake And each day as his Army doth remoue â—arching along vpon Soams Marshy side â—is men at Armes on their tall Horses proue â—o find some shallow ouer where to ride â—ut all in vaine against the Streame they stroue â—ill by the helpe of a laborious guide A Ford was found to set his Army ore Which neuer had discouered bene before The newes divulg'd that he had waded Soame And safe to shore his Caridges had brought Into the Daulphines bosome strooke so home And on the weakenesse of King Charles so wrouâ— That like the troubled Sea when it doth Foame As in a rage to beate the Rocks to nought So doe they storme and curse on curse they heaâ— Gainst those which should the passages haue keâ— And at that time both resident in Roan Thither for this assembling all the Peeres Whose counsailes now must vnder prop their throâ— Against the Foe which not a man but feares Yet in a moment confident are growne When with fresh hopes each one his fellow cheeâ— That ere the English to their Callis got Some for this spoyle should pay a bloody shot Therefore they both in solemne Counsaile satâ— With Berry and with Britane their Allies Now speake they of this course and then of that As to insnare him how they might deuise Something they faine would do but know not wâ— At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise And crauing silence of the King and Lords Against the English brake into these words HAd this vnbridled youth an Army led That any way were vvorthy of your feare Against our Nation that durst turne the head Such as the former English forces were This care of yours your Countrey then might sted To tell you then who longer can forbeare That into question you our vallour bring To calla counsaile for so poore a thing A Route of tatter'd Rascals starued so As forced through extremity of need To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so And other foule diseases that they breed That they disabled are their Armes to sway But in their march doe leaue them on the way And to our people but a handfull are Scarse thirty thousand when to land they came Of which to England dayly some repaire Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame Fitter for Spittles and the Surgions care Then with their swords on vs to winne them fame Vnshod and without stockings are the best And those by Winter miserably opprest To let them dye vpon their March abroad And foules vpon their Carkaises to feed The heapes of them vpon the common road A great infection likely were to breed For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd And doe for them this charitable deed Vnder our swords together let them fall And on that day they dye be buried all This bold invectiue forc'd against the Foe Although it most of the assembly seas'd Yet those which better did the English know Were but a little with his speeches pleas'd And that the Duke of Berry meant to show Which when the murmure somewhat was appeasâ— After a while their listning silence breakes And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes MY Liedg quoth he you my Lords peeâ— Whom this great businesse chiefly doth co 〈…〉 ceâ—â— By my experience now so many yeres To know the Englishâ— am not to learne Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares Then fitteth Manhood or doâ— hope to earne Suffrage from any but by zeale am wonne To speake my mind here as the Duke hath doâ— Th' euents of War are various as I know And say the losse vpon the English light Yet may a dying man giue such a blow As much may hinder his proud conquerours might It is enough our puissant power to showe To the weake English now vpon their flight When want and winter strongly spurre themâ— You else but stay them that would faine be goâ— I like our Forces their first course should hold To skirmish with them vpon euery stay But fight by no means with theÌ„ though they woâ— Except they find them forraging for pray So still you haue them shut vp in a foold And still to Callis keepe them in their way So Fabius wearied Haniball so wee May English Henry if you pleased be And of the English rid your Countrey cleane If on their backs but Callis walles they winne Whose Frontier Townes you easily may maintaine With a strong Army still to keepe them in Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne Eâ—e with supplyes againe they can inuade â—pent in the Voyage lately hither made That day at Poyteers in that bloody Field The sudden turne in that great Battell then Shall euer teach me whilst I Armes can weeld Neuer to trust to multitudes of men â— was the first day that ere I wore a Shield Oh let me neuer see the like agen Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell won As to behold it might amaze the Sunne There did I see our conquered Fathers fall Before
vpon his Helmet stay'd For carefull thoughts his eyes long waking kept Great God quoth he withdraw not now thy ayde Nor let my Father HENRIES sinnes be heapt On my transgressions vp the Summe to make For which thou may'st me vtterly forsake King Richards wrongs to mind Lord do not call Nor how for him my Father did offend From vs alone deriue not thou his fall Whose odious life caus'd his vntimely end That by our almes be expiated all Let not that sinne on me his Sonne descend When as his body I translated haue And buried in an honourable graue These things thus pondring sorrow-ceasing sleep From cares to rescue his much troubled mind Vpon his Eye-lids stealingly doth creepe And in soft slumbers euery sense doth blind As vndisturbed euery one to keepe When as that Angell to whom God assign'd The guiding of the English gliding downe The silent campe doth with fresh courage crown His glittering wings he gloriously displayes Ouer the â—ost as euery way it lyes With â—olden Dreames their trauell and repayes This Herault from the Rector of the skies In Vision waâ—nes them not to vse delayes But to the Battell cheerefully to rise And be victorious for that day at hand He would amongst them for the English stand The dawne scarse drew the curtaines of the East But the late wearied Englishmen awake And much refreshed with a little rest Themselues soone ready for the Battaile make Not any one but feeleth in his breast That sprightly fire which courage bids him take For cre the Sunne next rising went to bed The French by them in triumph should be led And from their Cabins ere the French arose Drown'd in the pleasure of the passed night The English cast their Battailes to dispose Fit ' or the ground whereon they were to fight Foorth that braue King couragious Henry goes An hower before that it was fully light To see if there might any place be found To giue his Host aduantage by the ground Where t was his hap a Quickset hedge to view Well growne in heigh and for his purpose thin Yet by the Ditch vpon whose banke it grew He found it to be difficult to winne â—specially if those of his were true â—mongst the shrubs that he should set within By which he knew their streÌ„gth of horse must come If they would euer charge his Vanguard home And of three hundred Archers maketh choice Some to be taken out of euery Band The strongest Bowmen by the generall voyce Such as beside were valiant of their hand And to be so imployed as would reioyce Appointing them behind the hedge to stand To shrowd themselues from sight and to be mute Vntill a signall freely bad them shoote The game some Larke now got vpon her Wing As t were the English early to awake And to wide heauen her cheerefull notes doth sing As she for them would intercession make Nor all the noyse that from below doth spring Her ayrie walke can force her to forsake Of some much noted and of others lesse But yet of all presaging good successe The lazie French their leisure seeme to take And in their Cabins keepe themselues so long Till flocks of Rauens them with noyse awake Ouer the Army like a cloud that hong Which greater hast inforceth them to make When with their croaking all the Country rong Which boaded flaughter as the most doe say But by the French it turned was this way That this diuining Foule well vnderstood Vpon that place much gore was to be spill'd And as those Birds doe much delight in blood With humane flesh would haue their gorges fill'd So waited they vpon their swords for food To feast vpon the English being kil'd Then little thinking that these came indeed On their owne mangled Carkases to feed When soone the French preparing for the Field Their Armed troupes are setting in array Whose wondrous numbers they can hardly weeld The place too little whereupon they lay They therefore to necessity must yeeld And into order put them as they may Whose motion sounded like to Nilus fall That the Vast ayre was deafned therewithall The Constable and admirall of France With the grand Marshall men of great command The Dukes of Burbon and of Orleance Som for their place some for their birth-right stand The Daulphine of Auerney to aduance His worth and honour of a puissant hand The Earle of Ewe in Warre that had bene bred These mighty men the mighty Vauward led The maine brought forward by the Duke of Bar Neuers and Beamont men of speciall name Alan Zon thought not equall'd in this Warre With them Salines Rous and Grandpre came â—heir long experience who had fetcht from farre Whom this expected Conquest doth enflame Consisting most of Crosbowes and so great As France her selfe it well might seeme to threat The Duke of Brabant of high valour knowne â—he Earles of Marle and Faconbridge the Reare â—o Arthur Earle of Richmount's selfe alone â—hey leaue the right wing to be guided there Lewes of Burbon second yet to none â—ed on the left with him that mighty Peere The Earle of Vandome who of all her men Large France entytled her great Master then The Duke of Yorke the English Vauward guides Of our strong Archers that consisted most Which with our horse was wing'd on both the sides â—affront so great and terrible an host â—here valiant Fanhope and there Beamont rides With Willoughby which scowred had the Coast That morning early and had seene at large How the Foe came that then they were to charge Henry himselfe on the mayne battell brings Nor can these Legions of the French affright This Mars of men this King of earthly Kings Who seem'd to be much pleased with the sight As one ordayn'd t'accompish mighty things Who to the field came in such brau'ry dight As to the English boades succesfull lucke Before one stroke on either side was strucke In Warlike State the Royall Standard borne Before him as in splendrous Armes he road Whilst his coruetting Courser seem'd in scorne To touch the earth whereon he proudly troad Lillyes and Lyons quarterly adorne His shield and his Caparison doe load Vpon his Helme a crowne with Diamonds decâ— Which through the field their Radient fires refâ—eâ— The Duke of Glocester neere to him agen T' assist his Brother in that dreadfull day Oxford and Suffolke both true Marshall men Ready to keepe the battell in Array To Excester there was appointed then The Reare on which their second succours lay Which were the youth most of the Noblest bloâ— Vnder the Ensignes of their names that stood Then of the stakes he doth the care commend To certaine troupes that actiue were and strong Onely deuis'd the Archers to defend Poynted with Iron and of fiue foote long To be remou'd still which way they should bend Wher the French horse shold thick'st vpoÌ„ theÌ„ throâ— Which when the host to charge each other went Show'd his great wit
I haue beene forced to bee neare The King whose person I attend vpon 〈…〉 d that I doubt not but to make appeare â—ow 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 〈…〉 think'st it wasts vs and I heare it say 〈…〉 her 's that couragious Englishman that dares 〈…〉 enture but to carry me away â—is were a tâ—ing now worthy of our warres 〈…〉 true quoth Suffolke by this blessed day On and wee le haue it sayst thou so indeed Quoth Huntingdon then Fortune be our speed â—nd through the rancks then rushing in their pride â—ey make a Lanâ— about them so they lay â—ote goes with foote and side is ioynde to side â—ey strike downe all that stand within their way 〈…〉 d to direct them haue no other guide 〈…〉 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 〈…〉 the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne 〈…〉 e there as trees within a well-growne wood â—ere great Atchieuements instantly were done 〈…〉 inst them roughly whilst that Nation stood 〈…〉 ô what man his destinie can shunne That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne â—hen â—e much vallour sundry wayes had showne Which the proud English further doth proâ—â— 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 〈…〉 Their Staues both strongly reuetted with sâ—â— At the first stroke each other they astound That as they staggering from each other reele The Duke of Glocester falleth to the ground â—hen as Alanzon round about doth wheele â—hinking 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 â—etwixt them two the conflict grew so hot â—hich those about them so amaz'd doth make That they stood still as wondring at the â—ight And quite forgot that they themselues must fight Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore â—hat with a stroke as he was wondrous strong â—e câ—eft the Crowne which on his Helme he wore â—nd tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong â—hen with a second brus'd his Helme before â—hat it his forehead pitifully wrung As some that saw it certainely had thought â—he King therewith had to the ground bin brought But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit â—s now his valour lay vpon the Racke â—on'th face the Duke so strongly hit 〈…〉 in his Saddle layd him on his backe 〈…〉 d once perceluing that be had him split 〈…〉 llow'd his blowes redoubling thwack on thwack 〈…〉 Till â—e 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 rightâ—uâ—ly pertaine I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase Quoth Morrisby but lefts him in the throng â—hen put I on quoth Gam hast thou the face â—nsulting Knight to offer me this wrong Quoth Morrisby who shall decide the case â—â—t 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 â—ere not sayd he his ransome worth a pin â—ow by these Armes I were thou gett'st him not â—r if thou dost thou shalt him hardly win â—am whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot â—o 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 â—nd fighting still nay doubtfull yet the day â—iâ—ke you not thâ—se vs fast enough deuoure â—t that your braues the Army must dismay â—ought but good befall vs in this houre â—is 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
loue This opened wide the publike way whereby Ruine rusht in vpon the troubled Land Vnder whose weight it hapned long to lye Quite ouerthrowne with their il-guiding hand For their Ambition looking ouer-hie Could in no measure aptly vnderstand Vpon their heads the danger that they drew Whose force too soone they and their faction knew For whilst this braue Prince was imploid abroad Th' affaires of France his minde vp wholly tooke But being thus disburthen'd of that load Which gaue him leave into himselfe to looke The course he ranne in euidently show'd His late Allegeance that he off had shooke And vnder hand his Title set on foote To plucke their Red-Rose quite vp by the roote Thus hauing made a Regent of their owne By whom they meane great matters to effect For by degrees they will ascend the throane And but their owne all ayde they else neglect As with a tempest he to ground is blowne On whom their rage doth any way reflect Which good Duke Humfrey first of all must taste Whose timelesse death intemperately they haste This Henryes Vncle and his next of blood Was both Protector of the Realme and King Whose meekenesse had instiled him the Good Of most especiall trust in euery thing One to his Country constantly that stood As Time should say I foorth a man will bring So plaine and honest as on him I le rest The age he liu'd in as the onely best This graue Protector who both Realms had sway Whilst the Kings nonage his sound counsels crau'â— In his great wisedome when he throughly way'd How this French Lady here her selfe behau'd To make her Game againe how Suffolke play'd The Realmes from ruine hoping to haue sau'd Lost his deare life within a little space Which ouerthrew the whole Lancastrian race This Prince who still dar'd stoutly to oppose Those whom be sawe all but their owne to hate Then found the league o his inueterate soes To come vpon him wiâ—h the power of Fate And things to that extremitie still rose The certaine signe of the declining State As that their Faction euery day grew strong Perceiu'd his vertues like to suffer wrong Fierce Margarits malice propt with mighty me Her darling Suffolke who her forward drew Proud Sommerset of France the Regent then And Buckingham his power too well that knew The Cardinall Bewfort and with him agen Yorks great Arch-Prelate to make vp the crue By accusations doing all their best From the good Duke all Gouernment to wrest Who then compell the peacefull King to call Parliament their grieuances to heare 〈…〉 the Duke that to inforce his fall 〈…〉 y might haue something that might Collour beâ—â— â—ut then they doubt his answere and withall â—he murmuring people they farre more doe feare As their owne liues who lou'd him therefore they Must cast to make him secretly away And therefore with the Parliament proceed â—aint Edmunds-bury the appointed place Whereas they ment to doe the fatall deed Which with much quicknesse should decide the case The cruell manner soone they had deâ—reed And to the Act they hasten them apace On this good Prince their purpose ro effect Then when the people nothing should suspect No sooner was this great assembly met â—ut the high Marshall doth the Duke arrest And on his person such a guard they set That they of him were certainely possest His seruants were from their attendance lett And either sent to prison or supprest So that their Lord lefâ— in this piteous plight Lay'd in his bed was strangled in the night Then giue they out that of meere griefe he dyde To couer what they cruell had done But this blacke deede when once the day discride The frantique people to his Lodging runne â—ome rayle some curse yea little children chide Which forc'd that faction the faire streets to shun Some wish proud Suffolke sunke into the ground Somebid a plague the cruell Queene confound Thus their Ambition would not let them see How by his death they hastened their decay Nor let them know that this was only he Who kept the Yorkists euermore at bay But of this man they must the murtherers be Vpon whose life their safety onely lay But his deare blood them nothing could suffice When now began Queene Margarites Miserieâ— In either Kingdome all things went to wracke Which they had thought they could haue made to thi 〈…〉 His noble CouÌ„sells when they came to lacke Which could them with facility contriue Nor could they stay them in their going backe One mischiese still another doth reuiue As heauen had sent an host of horrors out Which all at once incompast them about Out flie the Irish and with sword and fire Vnmercied hauocke of the English made They discontented here at home conspire To stirre the Scot the borders to inuade The faithlesse French then hauing their desire To see vs thus in Seas of troubles wade In euery place outragiously rebell As out of France the English to expell The sturdy Normans with high pride in flamd Shake off the yoke of theiâ— subiâ—ction quite Nor will with patience heare the English nam'd Except of those that speake of them in spight But as their foes them publikely proclaim'd And their Alyes to open Armes excite In euery place thus Englands right goes downe Nor will they leaue the English men a Towne New-castle Constance Maleon and Saint lo With Castel-Galliard Argenton and Roane Pâ—nteu-de-mer with Forts and Cities moe Then which that Country stronger holds had none Set ope their gates and bad the English goe For that the French should then pâ—sâ—â—sse their owne And to the Armies vp the Forts they yeeld And turne the English out into the Field And that great Earle of Arminacke againe A puistant peere and mighty in estate Vpon iust cause who tooke in high disdaine To haue his Daughter so repudiate His countreys bordering vpon Aquitane Pursues the English nation with such hate As that he entred with his Armed powers And from that Dutchy draue all that was oâ—rs Th' inraged commons ready are to rise Vpon the Regent to his charge and layd That from his slacknesse and base cowardize These Townes were lost by his neglect of ayde Then follow Suffolke with confused cryes With Maine and Aniou and doe him â—pbrayd And vow his life shall for their losses pay Or at the stake their goods and liues to lay In th' open Session and Articulate Sâ—uen â—â—uerall Treasons vrg'd against them both As most p 〈…〉 tious members of the State Which was confirmed by the commons oath So that the King who sa 〈…〉 the peoples hate In his owneselfe though he were very loath â—o both the houses laâ—â—ly doth assent To â—et on Suffolke fiue yeares banishment His Soueraigne Lady Suffolke thus must leaue And she her seruant to her soule so deare Yet must they both conceale what they conceiue Which they would â—ot if any hâ—lpe
there were Yet of all comfort they câ—nnot bereaue Her but his hope her pensiue hâ—art 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 disdaâ—nâ—full 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 blâ—sse 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 â—O here behold a most disastrous chance A man of Warre the Seas that scoured there One at his actions that still look't ascâ—nce And to this Duke did deadly hatred beare After a long chase tooke this little Craâ—e 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 showâ—â— And when no more they could the Duke deâ—â—â—e 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 â—s 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 broacâ—d As though the Faâ—es should enujoâ—sly 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 waÌ„ting streÌ„gth 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 â—â— 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 â—or 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 â—or now his hopes vpon him came so thicke His entrance doores from off the hinges shooke â—e 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 â—or for her frowne one friend of hers he spar'd Lucks on his side while such stand by to bett Heel
At Warwicks greatnesse inwardly yet storm'd Which euery day still more and more was seene Against the King who Callice so had Arm'd As it his owne inheritance had beene Which towne she saw that if he still should hold That she by him must hourely be controul'd For which his murther shee pursu'd so fast As that she soone and secretly had layd 〈…〉 h to assault him as the streets he past As if his braue name had not brought him ayd He of her vengeance had beene sure to tast The Tragique Sceane so furiously was playd That he from London was inforc't to fly Like a rough â—eâ— her malice grew so hye And towards the Duke his speedy iourâ—y takes Who then at Middleham made his most aboad Which Salsbury his habitation makes Whereas their time together they bestew'd Whose courages the Earle of Warwicke wakes When he to them his suddaine danger show'd With a pale vâ—sage and doth there disclose Her brands set on him both in wounds blowe This wrong in counsell when they had discust And way'd the danger wherein still they were Continuall Treasons shrouded in their trust Nor other hopes else likely to appeare They find that this might make a war seeme iust And giue their cause vp to the world so cleare To rise in Armes when they resolue at last To raise them force and wisely thus forecast To muster vp their Tenants and their friends Not as a War vpon the land to bring Nor to aduance their owne sinister ends Nor wrong a Subiect in the smallest thing Onely to guard them as their case then stands Till they had show'd their grieuance to the King And giue their power to Salsbury to guide That wiâ—h the King the bus'nesse should decide With this distinction Salsbury is sent Warwiâ—ke to Callice with what haâ—â— he may By his much speed a mischiefe to preuent Fearing the Towne might else be giuen away The Duke of Yorke by generall consent â—t Middleham Castell they allot to stay To raise a second power if need should be To reinforce them or to set them free The Queene who heard by such as were her own With that false Earle how those of Cheshire sided â—s in short time how powerfull he was growne Thinks with her selfe the shire might be diuided â—f that her loue to some of them were knowne Which eas'ly might be were her pleasure guided By some such person of whose valour they Had an opinion which she thus doth lay Causing the King to giue a large command To Iames Lord Awdley powerfull in those parts To Raise him force those Rebels to withstand â—uch to their Soueraigne as had loyall hearts And to make Captaines ouer eu'ry band Men of the best blood as of best desarts Which he so laboured till that he had brought That th' halfe of one house gainst the other fought So that two men arising from one bed Falling to talke from one another flye This weares a white Rose and that weares a Red And this a Yorke that Lancaster doth cry He wisht to see that Awdley well had sped He prayes againe to prosper Salsbury And for their farewel when their leaues they take They their sharpe swords at one another shake This fire in euery family thus set Ouâ— go the Brown bills with the well strung bowâ— Till aâ— Blore heath these boy strous souldiers met For there â—â— chanc'd the Armies then to close This 〈…〉 not liue if that hee stroue to let Neuer such friends yet ere became such soes With down-right strokes they at each other â—â— No word for Cheshire was but kill and slay The Sonne as some report the Father flue In opposition as they stoutly stood The Nephew seene the Vnckle to pursue Bathing his sword in his owne naturall blood The Brother in his brothers gore imbrue His guilty hands and at this deadly food Kinsman kills Kinsman and together fall As hellish fury had possest them all There noble Tutchâ—t the Lord Audlâ—y dyde Whose Father wan him such renowne in Francâ— And many a Cheshire Gentleman beside Fell at this field by warres vncertaine chance These miseries Queene Margarite must abide Whilst the proud Yorkists doe themselues aduance And poore King Henry on a pallet lay And scarcely ask'd which side had got the day Thus valiant Audlâ—y at this Battaile slaine And all those friends to the Lancastrians lost Cheshire by her such dâ—mage to sustaine So much deere blood had this late Conflict cost Wherfore the grieued Queene with might main Labours for life to raise a second Host Noâ— time therein she meaneth to foâ—â—slow Either shee 'll get all or will all forgoe And whilst their friends them forces gathering were The neighbouring Realmes of this great bus'nesse ring The Duke those that to his part adhere â—roclaimed Traytors pardon promising To those at Blore that Armes did lately beare â—o they would yet cleaue to their lawfull King Which driue in many to their part againe To make their full they Yorkâ—sts in their wane Yorke who perceiu'd the puissant Host prepar'd With his deare Neuils Counsels what to doe â—or it behou'd him to make good his guard With both their strengths and all too little too â—nd in the Marches he no labour spar'd â—o winne his friends along with him to goe With expedition which he could not gâ—t On the Kings side the Commons were so set And being to meete so absolute a power 〈…〉 t wanting much his party good to make 〈…〉 d Henryes proclamations euery houre 〈…〉 s Souldiers win their Generall to forsake 〈…〉 sides the storme which rais'd this sudden shower 〈…〉 m all in sunder likely was to shake He saw his safety to consist in flight Thus e'r he wist o'rmastred in his might All on the spurre for liâ—â— away they post Their homes too â—â—â— nor there they might abide The threâ—â—â—aue Earls soon reacht the western coa 〈…〉 〈…〉 wheÌ„ce to Callice their â—â—raight course they pli 〈…〉 The Duke to Wales being there befriended most Yet for more safety he â—o Ireland hyde So others ship themselues from eu'ry bay And happiest he that â—oon'st could get away As when a Route of raue'nous wolues are met T'asseyâ—â— some Heard the desart pâ—sturing neare Tâ—â— watchfull Clownes which ouer them are set Ofâ— taught before their â—iranny to feare With dogges with stâ—uâ—s and shouts together g 〈…〉 Noâ— neuer leaue till they their Cattell cleare So the Kings power the Yorkists still pursue Which like those wolues before those Heards mâ— fl 〈…〉 They gone the King at Couentry begun A Parliament by good aduice wherein The Duke of Yorke with th' Earle of March his so 〈…〉 With Salâ—bury and Warwicke who had bin Conspirators much mischiefe and had done And by whose helpe â—e hapt so much to win He there attaints of Treason and bestowes All that was theirs vpon his friends their foes When now those Earles in Callice still that 〈…〉 The
haue built thee Trophyes euery whâ—â— Wrought with our Crowne supported by thâ— Beâ—â— What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of â—ame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mountâ—cute ô base To aduance a â—raâ—tor to his â—oueraigne thus But to our Crâ—â—ne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall â—â—e Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents crâ—es Whom many a sad cuâ—se euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding theirâ— for whom our blood was 〈…〉 When in like language this great Earle agaiâ— Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former greeâ—e one thought to â—ntertaine 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 eaâ—â— This is not it no â—t must be our Swords Must right our vvrongs deare Lady not our w 〈…〉 Madam quoth he by this my vexed heart On Edwards head which oft hath wish'd the Crown â—t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part â—his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe â—nd 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 〈…〉 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 â—o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare â—â—g Henrys Title and to them commends â—â—at they should take his cause into their care â—ow is the time that he must try his friends â—hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the coÌ„mons 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 â—arwicke vvhose name Fame sounded had so far 〈…〉 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 Aâ—iue 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 riâ—â— Like some black cloud which houering lately hu 〈…〉 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 â—he 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 shâ—ill 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 forfâ—itures 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 â—ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene â—uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance â—efore 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 disâ—ay'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
doth enclose her eyes Neuer did death so terribly appeare 〈…〉 e first their Armes the English learnt to weeld â—ho would see slaughter might behold it heere 〈…〉 the true shape vpon this fatall field 〈…〉 vaine was valour and in vaine was feare 〈…〉 vaine to fight in vaine it was to yeeld In vayne to flye for destiny discust By their owne hands or others dye they must Here her deare Deuonshire noble Courtney dyde â—er faithfull friend great Somerset here fell â—â—lnes Leuknâ—r Hamden Whittingham beside O Margarite who thy miseries can tell â—harp were those swords which made their wounds so wide Whose blood the soyâ—e did with abundance swell Other her friends into the Towne that fled Taken no better then the former sped But the amazing misery of all 〈…〉 heauen the great'st vntill the last had kept 〈…〉 it would say that after this none shall 〈…〉 mortall eyes be worthy to be wept The Prince her sonne who sees his friends thus fall And on each side their â—arkases lye heapt Making away in this most piteous plight 〈…〉 s taken prisoner in his tardy flight And forth by Crâ—fts before the con 〈…〉 or brought â—is Proclamation cleering euery doubt 〈…〉 he youths safety liuing where he caught 〈…〉 a reward to him should bring him out But when they once had found him whoÌ„ they soug 〈…〉 Hearing his answeres Princely wise and stout Those bloody brothers Hastings and the rest Sheath'd their sharpe ponyards in his many br 〈…〉 Queene Margarite thus of mortalls most forlo 〈…〉 Her sonne now slaine her army ouerthrowne Left to the world as fortunes only scorne And not one friend to whom to make her moane To so much wo was neuer woman borne This wretched Lady wandring all alone Gets to a homely Cell not farre away If possibly to hide her from the day But wretched woman quickly there bewray'd She thence is taken and to Prison sent Meanely attended miserably array'd The people wondring at her as she went Of whom the most malicious her vpbray'd With good Duke Humphries death her heart to rent Whilst her milde lookes and Gracefull gesture drue Many a sad eye her miseries to rue Till by Duke Rayner Ransomed at last Her tender Father who a Prince but poore Borrow'd great Summes of Lewis with much wast Which for he was not able to restore Prouince and both the Cicils to him past With fruitfull Naples which was all his store To bring her backe from earthly ioyes exil'd The vndon Father helpes the vndone Child And though enlarg'd ere she could leane the land 〈…〉 king a long yeere of each short-liu'd houre 〈…〉 e heare 's that by Duke Richards murthering hand â—he King her husband suffers in the Towre As though high heauen had layd a strict command Vpon each starre some plague on her to powre And vntill now that nothing could suffice Nor giue a period to her miseries FINIS NIMPHIDIA THE COVRT OF FAYRIE OLde Chaucer doth of Topas tell Mad Rablais of Pantagruell A latter third of Dowsabell With such poore trifles playing Others the like haue laboured at Some of this thing and some of that And many of they know not what But that they must be saying Another sort there be that will Be talking of the Fayries still Nor neuer can they haue their fill As they were wedded to them No tales of them their thirst can slake So much delight in them they take And some strange thing they faine would make Knew they the way to doe them Then since no Muse hath bin so bold Or of the Latter or the old Those Eluish secrets to vnfold Which ly from others reeding â—y actiue Muse to light shall bring The court of that proud Fayry King And tell there of the Reuelling Ioue prosper my proceeding And thou Nimphidia gentle Fay Which meeting me vpon the way These secrets didst to me bewray Which now I am in teiling My pretty light fantasticke mayde â—here inuoke thee to my ayde That I may speake what thou hast sayd In numbers smoothly swelling This Pallace standeth in the ayre By Negromancy placed there That it no Tempests needes to feare Which way so ere it bloweth And somewhat Southward tow'rd the Noone Whence lyes a way vp to the Moone And thence the Fayrie can as soone Passe to the earth below it The Walles of Spiders legges are made Well mortized and finely layd He was the master of his Trade It curiously that builded The Windowes of the eyes of Cats And for the roofe instead of Slats Is couer'd with the skinnes of Bats With Mooneshine that are guilded Hence Oberon him port to make Their rest when weary mortalls take And none but onely Fayries wake Descendeth for his pleasure And Mab his merry Queene by night Bestrids young Folkes that lye vpright In elder Times the Mare that height Which plagues them out of measure Hence Shaddowes seeming Idle shapes Of little frisking Elues and Apes To Earth doe make their wanton skapes As hope of pastime hasts them Which maydes thinkes on the Hearth they see When Fires well neere consumed be Their dauncing Hayes by two and three Iust as their Fancy casts them These make our Girles their sluttery rue By pinching them both blacke and blew And put a penny in their shue The house for cleanly sweeping And in their courses make that Round In Meadowes and in Marshes found Of them so call'd the Fayrie ground Of which they haue the keeping These when a Child haps to be got Which after proues an Ideot When Folkes perceiue it thriueth not The fault therein to smother â—ome silly doting brainelesse Calfe â—hat vnderstands things by the halfe â—ay that the Fayrie left this Aulfe And tooke away the other But listen and I shall you tell â— chance in Fayrie that be fell Which certainely may please you well In Loue and Armes delighting Of Oberon that iealous grew Of one of his owne Fayrie crue Too well he fear'd his Queene that knew His loue but ill requiting Pigwiggen was this Fayrie Knight One wondrous gracious in the sight Of faire Queene Mab which day and night He amorously obserued Which made King Oberon suspect His seruice tooke too good effect His saucinesse and often checkt And could haue wisht him starued Pigwiggen gladly would commend â—ome token to Queene Mab to send â—f Sea or Land him ought could lend Were worthy of her wearing â—t length this Louer doth deuise â— bracelet made of Emmotts eyes â— thing he thought that shee would prize No whitt her state impayring And to the Queene a letter Writes Which he most curiously endâ—es Conâ—â—ring her by all the rites Of loue she would be pleased To meete him her â—â—ne Seruant where They might without suspect or feare Themselues to one another cleare And haue their poore hearts cased At mid night the appointed hower And for the Queene a fiering Bower Quoth he is thâ—t faire Cowslip flower On Hipcut hill that