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
had new found out the way Reuolt from Edward and in Henrys name Call in their friends to ayde him as he came THis noyse of Warre arising from the North In Edwards eares re-ecchoing bidds him stirre And rumour â—ells him if he made not foorth Queene Margarite comm'n he must resigne to her For they were Captaines of especiall worth On whom she did this mighty charge conferre For that her Ensignes she at large displai'd And as she came so still cameâ—n her ayd For which his much lou'd Mountacute he sends With Englands valiant Infantry his Pheres To whose wise guidance he this Warre commends His souldiers expert pickt in sundry sheeres His vtmost strength King Edward now extends Which he must doe or drag'd downe by the eares From his late-gotten scarsely-setled Throâ—e And on his shoulders she remount thereon And Mountacute had scarsely march'd away But he himselfe sets forward with an Host And a strong Nauy likewise doth puruay To scoure the Seas and keepe the Brittish coast Fearing from France fresh succours euery day To ayd Queene Margarit which perplext him most For he perceiu'd his Crowne sate not so sure But might be shak'd should she her Powers procure Now is the Northfild with refulgent Armes Edwards and English Scots Queene Margarit brings The Norths co 〈…〉 this â—reat conâ—ourse warms Their Quarrell 〈…〉 f two great Kings Which oft b 〈…〉 wrought each others harms And from that R 〈…〉 horrour dayly springs And though 〈…〉 od â—â—ey both had speÌ„t before Yet not so much but that there must be more At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Resse With Sir Ralph Percy he who had lately bin Leagu'd with King Edward but then gotten lose Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close That when those Barrons from that conflict fly In Henrys right he brauely dares to dye Which leades along as Tragicall an Act As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde As of their force King Henry little lackt The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood There struck they battell Bowmen Bowmen plide Northerne to Southerne slaughter ceaseth all Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side Could tell to which the Victory would fall But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide That she must come when they shall please to call And in his Cradle Henry had the curse That where he was that side had still the worse This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost Was Summerset surprized in his flight And in pursuing of this scattered Host On Mullins Rosse and Hungerford they light Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost â—nd with these Lords were taken many a Knight Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine For all the aydes this time she should procure Are either taken put to flight or slaine Of nothing else she can her selfe assure That she will leaue her losses to complaine For since she sees that still her friends goe downe She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine â—o get to France the wofull Queene is glad â—here with her Sonne inforced to remaine â—ill other aydes might thence againe be had â—o them that hard necessities constraine â—o set them downe that it doth make me sad Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene Vpon a poore King and a woefull Queene This done King Edward his strong Army sends â—o take those Castles which not long before â—ad beene deliuered to King Henrys friends Which he by sieges makes them to restore â—nd on the borders watchfully attends â—o Henryes ayde that there should come no more But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Rosse With Sir Ralph Percy he who had lately bin Leagu'd with King Edward but then gotten lose Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close That when those Barrons from that conflict fly In Henrys right he brauely dares to dye Which leades along as Tragicall an Act As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde As of their force King Henry little lackt The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood There struck they battell Bowmen Bowmen plide Northerne to Southerne slaughter ceaseth all Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side Could tell to which the Victory would fall But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide That she must come when they shall please to call And in his Cradle Henry had the curse That where he was that side had still the worse This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost Was Summerset surprized in his flight And in pursuing of this scattered Host On Mullins Rosse and Hungerford they light Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost And with these Lords were taken many a Knight Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine For all the aydes this time she should procure Are either taken put to flight or slaine Of nothing else she can her selfe assure That she will leaue her losses to complaine For since she sees that still her friends goe downe She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine To get to France the wofull Queene is glad There with her Sonne inforced to remaine Till other aydes might thence againe be had So them that hard necessities constraine To set them downe that it doth make me sad Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene Vpon a poore King and a woefull Queene This done King Edward his strong Army sends To take those Castles which not long before Had beene deliuered to King Henrys friends Which he by sieges makes them to restore And on the borders watchfully attends To Henryes ayde that there should come no more But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still For out of some deepe melancholly fit Or otherwise as falne into despaire Or that he was not rightly in his wit Being safe in Scotland and still succour'd there Vpon the suddaine he abandons it And into England Idly entring where He is surprizd and in his enemies power Is by King Edward shut vp in the Tower This hap had Henry who when he was
well that all things went not right For with his succours Clarence came not in Whom to suspect he greatly doth beginne And not in vaine for that disloyall Lord Taking those forces he had leuied leaues The Earle and with his Brother doth accord Which of all hope braue VVarwicke so bereâ—ueâ—â— â—hat now King Edward hopes to be restor'd Which then too late the credulous Earle perceiues Edward towards London with an Army sped To take the Crown once more from Henrys head The Queene in France this woful newes that heard How farre through England Edward thus had past As how by Glarence whom she euer fear'd VVarwicke behind-hand mightily was cast This most vndaunted Queene her hopes yet cheer'd By those great perills she had lately past And from King Lewis doth three thousand prest To ayde her friends in England in distresse Whilst she is busie gathering vp those aydes In so short time as France could her afford Couragious VVarwicke basely thus betray'd By Clarence lewdly falsifying his word The most couragious Earle no whit dismayd But trusting still to his successefull Svvord Follovves the King towards London march'â— before Each day his Power increasing more and more But Edward by the Londoners let in Who in their Gates his Army tooke to guard VVarwicke this while that trifling had not bin But with a povver sufficiently prepar'd T' approach the City brauely doth begin To dare the King vvho lately him had dar'd Who then from London his Arm'd forces leades Towards where his march ambitious VVarwicke treadâ— From London this that from Saint Albans set These two graÌ„d souldiers shoulâ—ring for the Crown They in the mid-way are at Barnet met Where then they set their puissant Armies downe VVarwicke as neere as euer hee could get But Edward onely taketh vp the Towne Betwixt whose â—ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day â—uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may â—howing what blood her light was like to lose But hope of slaughter beares so great asway That with the Sunne their rage still higher growes Full were their hands of death so freely dealt That the most mortal wounds the least were felt The aduerse Ensignes to each other waue As t' were to call them forward to the field The King the Earle The Earle the King doth braue Nor cares he for the Leopards in his shield And whilst one friend another striues to saue He 's slaine himselfe if not enforc'd to yeeld In either Army there is not one eye But is spectator of some Tragedy Those wrongs the King had from the Earle receiu'd â—â—pulst the Kingdome onely by his power â—â—en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd â—or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd â—heltred by him from many a bloody shower Spurres vp reuenge and with that violent rage That scarsely blood their fury could asswage VVarwicke who sees his Souldiers had the worse And at a neere point to be put to flight Throwing himselfe from oâ— his Armed Horse Thrusts in on foote into the deadliest fight Edward againe with an vnusuall force In his owne person in the Armies sight Puts for the Garland which if now he lose Warwicke his Crowne at pleasure would disposâ— To Edwards side but fortune doth encline Warwickes high valour then was but in vaine His noble soule there destin'd to resigne Braue Mountacute his valiant Brother slaine Here Sommerset with them that did combine Forced to flye and Excesteâ— is faine To saue himselfe by Sanctuary this day Edward's victorious and beares all away THis fatall field vnluckily thus lost That very day so Destiny contriues That the grieu'd Queene at Sea turmoyl'd and tost Neere twenty dayes in Weymouth Road ariues Where scarcely landed but Post after Post Brings her this ill newes vvhich so farre depriues Her of all comfort that shee curst and band Those plaguy winds that suffered her to land Wert thou quoth shee so fortunate in fight O noble VVarwicke when thou wert our foe And now thou stood'st in our indoubted right And should'st for Henry thy high valour show Thus to be slaine what power in our despight Watcheth from heau'n vpon our ouerthrow Th' vnlucky Starres haue certainly made lawes To marke for death the fauourers of our cause O vvhat infernall brought that Edward backe 〈…〉 late expel'd by VVarwickes powerfull hand Was there no way his rotten Ship to wracke Was there no Rock was there no swallowing sand And too the wretched Subiects were so slacke To suffer him so traiterously to land Surely whole heau'n against vs haue conspir'd Or in our troubles they had else beene tyr'd Was I for this so long detayn'd in France From ragefull Tempests and reseru'd till now That I should land to meete with this mischance â—t must needes be the Powers haue made a vowe Vp to that height my sorrowes to aduance That before mine all miseries shall bowe That all the sorrow mortalls can surmise Shall fall far short oâ— Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease â—t the least breath of comfort to preuent â—he next ill newes in rushing after these â—as that King Henry to the Tower was sent As though it selfe euen Destiny should please 〈…〉 wretched Margarites heauy discontent Thrunging so thick as like themselues to smother Or as one ranne to ouertake another Those scattered Troopes from Barnet that escap'd â—earing the Queene thus landed with her power â—ugh much dismay'd with what had lately hapt 〈…〉 Gore drown'd Gladmore in that bloody shower And fearing by the foe to be entrapt Through vntrod grounds in many a tedious howâ— Flocke to her dayly till that by her ayde Equall with Edwards they her Army made When Somerset and Devonshire came in To the sad Queene and bad her not dispaire Though they of late infortunate had bin Yet there vvas helpe that Ruine to repaire What they had lost they hop'd againe to win And that the way lay open yet and faire For that the West would wholly with her rise Besides from VValles assur'd her of Supplyes And euery day still adding to their Force As on their Host tow'rds Glocester they guide When Edward finding their intended course Againe for Battell strongly doth prouide Both Armies they supply vvith Foote and Horse By both their friends as they affect the side And in their march at Tâ—wkesbury they met Where they in Order their Battalions set Ill was her choyse of this vneuen ground Lucklesse the place vnlucky vvas the howre The Heauens vpon her so extreamely frownd As on her head their plagues at once to powre As in a Deluge here her hopes were drown'd Here sees she death her faithfull friends deuoure The earth is fil'd with grones the aire with cry 〈…〉 Horrour on each side
my conceipt friend thou didst neuer see A righter Madam then thou hast of mee For now as Elegiacke I bewaile These poore base times then suddainely I le raile And I am Satiricke not that I inforce My selfe to be so but euen as remorse Or hate in the proud fullnesse of their hight Master my fancy iust so doe I write But gentle friend as soone shall I behold That stone of which so many haue vs told Yet neuer any to this day could make The great Elixar or to vndertake The Rose-Crosse knowledge which is much like that A Tarrying-iron for fooles to labour at As euer after I may hope to see A plague vpon this beastly world for mee Wit so respected as it was of yore And if hereafter any it restore It must be those that yet for many a yeere Shall be vnborne that must inhabit here And such in vertue as shall be asham'd Almost to heare their ignorant Grandsires nam'd With whom so many noble spirits then liu'd That were by them of all reward depriu'd My noble friend I would I might haue quit This age of these and that I might haue writ Before aâ— other how much the braue pen Had here bin honoured of the English men Goodnesse and knowledge held by them in prise How hatefull to them ignorance and vice But it falls out the contrary is true And so my Ieffereyes for this time adue Vpon the death of Mistris Elianor Fallowfield ACcursed Death what need vvas there at all Of thee or who to councell did thee call The subiect vvhere upon these lines I spend For thee was most vnfit her timelesse end Too soone thou wrought'st too neere her thou didst stand Thou shouldst haue lent thy leane and 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
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
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
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
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