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A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

there were Yet of all comfort they c●nnot bereaue Her but his hope her pensiue h●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 disda●n●full scorne If any thing do corrosiue his brest I● 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 happ● presence misse The endlesse Summe of all his earthly bl●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 Coue●'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 ●O here behold a most disastrous chance A man of Warre the Seas that scoured there One at his actions that still look't asc●nce And to this Duke did deadly hatred beare After a long chase tooke this little Cra●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 show●● And when no more they could the Duke de●●●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 th● 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 ●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 broac●d As though the Fa●es should enujo●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 winn● 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 wāting strēgth 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 ●● 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 ●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 thē 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 ●or now his hopes vpon him came so thicke His entrance doores from off the hinges shooke ●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 ●or for her frowne one friend of hers he spar'd Lucks on his side while such stand by to bett Heel

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 bere●ue●● ●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'● 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 tread● From London this that from Saint Albans set These two grād souldiers shoul●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 ●ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day ●uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may ●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 ●●pulst the Kingdome onely by his power ●●en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd ●or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd ●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 o● 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 dispos● 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 Exceste● 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 ●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 o● Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease ●t the least breath of comfort to preuent ●he next ill newes in rushing after these ●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 ●earing the Queene thus landed with her power ●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 how● 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 T●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

slander dumbe Your vertue then had perish'd neuer priz'd For that the same you had not exercis'd And you had lost the Crowne you haue and glory Neuer had you beene the subiect of my Story Whilst they feele Hell being damned in their hate Their thoughts like deuils them excruciate Which by your noble sufferings doe torment Them with new paines and giues you this content To see your soule an innocent hath suffered And vp to heauen before your eyes be offered Your like wee in a burning Glasse may see When the Sunnes rayes therein contracted be But on some obiect which is purely white We find that colour doth disperce the light And stands vntainted but if it hath got ●ome little sully or the least small spot Then it soone fiers it so you still remaine Free because in you they can finde no staine God doth not loue them least on whom he layes The great'st afflictions but that he will praise Himselfe most in them and will make them fit Near'st to himselfe who is the Lambe to fit For by that touch like perfect gold he tryes them Who are not his vntill the world denies them And your example may worke such effect That it may be the beginning of a Sect Of patient women and that many a day All Husbands may for you their Founder pray Nor is to me your Innocence the lesse ●n that you striue not to suppresse Their Barbarous malice but your noble heart Prepar'd to act so difficult a part With vnremoued constancy is still The same it was that of your proper ill Th' effect proceeds from your owne selfe the cause Like some iust Prince who to establish lawes ●uffers the breach at his best lou'd to strike ●o learne the vulgar to endure the like You are a Martir thus nor can you be Lesse to the world so valued by me If as you haue begun you still perseuer Be euer good that I may loue you euer An Elegie vpon the death of the Lady Pe●elope Clifton MVst I needes write whose hee that can refuse He wants a mind for her that hath no Muse The thought of her doth heau'nly rage inspire Next powerfull to those clouen tongues of fire Since I kn●w ought time neuer did allow Mee stuffe fit for an Elegie till now When France and England's Henry's dy'd my quill Why I know not but it that time lay stil 'T is more then greatnesse that my spirit must raise To obserue custome I vse not to praise Nor the least thought of mine yet ere depended On any one from whom she was descended That for their fauour I this way should wooe As some poore wretched things perhaps may do● I gaine the end whereat I only ayme If by my freedome I may giue her fame Walking then foorth being newly vp from bed O Sir quoth one the Lady Cl●ffto●s dead When but that reason my sterne rage withstood My hand had sure beene guilty of his blood If shee be so must thy rude tongue confesse it Quoth I and com'st so coldly to expresse it Thou shouldst haue giuen a shreek to make me fear the That might haue stain what euer had bin neere the Thou shuldst haue com'nlike time W th thy sca●p bar And in thy hands thou shouldst haue brought thy haire Casting vpon me such a dreadfull looke As seene a spirit or th'adst beene thunder strooke And gazing on mee so a little space Thou shouldst haue shot thine eye-balls in my face Then falling at my feet thou shouldst haue sayd O she is gone and Nature with her dead With this ill newes amaz'd by chance I past By that neere groue whereas both first and last I saw her not three moneths before shee dy'd When though full Summer gan to vaile her pride And that I saw men lead home ripened Corne Besides aduis'd me well I durst haue sworne The lingring yeare the Autumne had adiourn'd And the fresh spring had been againe return'd Her delicacie louelinesse and grace With such a Summer brauely deckt the place But now alas it lookt forlorne and dead And where she stood the fading leaues were shed Presenting onely sorrow to my sight O God thought I this is her Embleme right And sure I thinke it cannot but bee thought That I to her by prouidence was brought For that the Fates fore-dooming she should die Shewed me this wondrous Master-peece that I Should sing her funerall that the world should know it That heauen did thinke her worthy of a Poet My hand is fatall nor doth fortune doubt For what it writes not fire shall e'r race out A thousand silken Puppets should haue died And in their fulsome Coffins putrified Ere in my lines you of their names should heare To tell the world that such there euer were Whose memory shall from the earth decay Before those rags be worne they gaue away Had I her god-like features neuer seene Poore sleight Report had told me she had beene A hansome Lady comely very well And so might I haue died an Infidell As many doe which neuer did her see Or cannot credit what she was by me Nature her selfe th●t b●fore Art prefers To goe beyond all our Cosmogaphers By Charts and Maps exactly that haue showne All of this earth that euer can be knowne For that shee would beyond them all d●scry What Art could not by any mortall eye A Map of Heauen in her rare features drue And that she did so liuely and so true That any soule but seeing it might sweare That all was perfect heauenly that was there If euer any Painter were so blest To draw that face which so much hean'n exprest If in his best of skill he did her right I wish it neuer may come in my sight I greatly doubt my faith weake man lest I Should to that face commit idolatry Death might haue tyth'd her sex but for this one Nay haue ta'n halfe to haue let her alone Such as their wrinckled temples to supply Cyment them vp with ●luttish Mercury Such as vndrest were able to affright A valiant man approching him by night Death might haue taken such her end deferd Vntill the time she had beene climaterd When she would haue bin at threescore yeres and three Such as our best at three and twenty be With enuy then he might haue ouerthrowne her When age nor time had power to sease vpon her But when the vnpittying Fates her end decreed They to the same did instantly proceed For well they knew if she had languish'd so As those which hence by naturall causes goe So many prayers and teares for her had spoken As certainly their Iron lawes had broken And had awak'd heau'n who clearely would haue show'd That change of Kingdoms to her death it ow'd And that the World still of her end might thinke It would haue let some neighboring mountain sinke Or the vast Sea it in on vs to cast As Seuerne did about some fiue yeares past Or some sterne Comet his curld top to reare Whose