I haue spoke and sped in matters small By helpe of him that hath my Verses all But farre God wot I am from that I seeke And misse the marke that many men do hit Wherfore salâ— tears do trickle downe the cheeke And hart doth feele full many a wofull fit And so aside in sollem sorrow sit As one in deede that is forsaken cleane Wher most he doth deserue and best doth meane No matter now though ech man march tread On him that hates the life he beares about Yet such as shall these heauy Verses read Shall finde I blame my fortune out of dout But sens on hope no better hap will sprout I yeild to death and vpward lift the minde Where lothsome life shall present comfort finde Sens hope can haue no hony from the Hiue And paines can plucke no pleasure for his toile It is but vaine for weery life to striue And streatch out time with torment and tormoile Get what we can death triumphes oer the spoile Than note this well though we win neer so mitch When death tacks al we leaue a mizer ritch To liue and lacke is doble death in deede A presente death exceeds a lingring woe Sens no good hap in youth did helpe my neede In age why should I striue for Fortune soe Old years are come and haests me hens to goe The tâ—me draws on I hate the life I haue When hart shall breake my griefe shall ende in graue Should I seeke life that finds no place of rest Ne sotle nor seate to shroude me from the ayre When cramping colde be clipps my carefull brest And dollor driues my hart in deepe dispayre For such foule dayes darke death is wondrous fayre As good to make the skrawlling worms a feast As pleas y world wher mischiefe maks her neast Hie time it is to haest my carkas hens Youth stoole awaye and felt no kinde of ioye And age he laft in trauell euer sens The wanton dayes that made me nice and coye Wear but a dreame a shadoe and a toye Sith slaurye heer I finde and nothing els My hoem is thear wher soule in freedome dwels In warrs and woe my yeers aer waested clean What should I see if lordly lief I led I loek in glas and finde my cheeks so lean That eury owre I do but wishe mee ded Now back bends downe forwards faulls the hed And hollow eyes in wrinckled brow doth shrowd As though two stars wear creping vnder clowd The lipps waxe cold and loeks both pael thin The teeth fawlls out as nutts forsoek the shaell The baer bald head but shoes whear hear hath bin The liuely ioynts waxe weery stiffe and staell The reddy tongue now folters in his taell The wearishe face and tawny collour shoes The corraeg quaills as strength decayes and goes The sweete delites are dround in dulled minde The gladsome sports to groning sighes are bent The frisking lims so farre from frame I finde That I â–ª forthincke the time that youth hath spent But when I way that all these things wear lent And I must pay the earth her dutie throw I shrincke no whit to yeld these pleasures now Had I possest the giftes of Fortune heer A house a wyfe and children therewithall And had in store to make my frendes good cheer Sutch commoÌ„ things as neighbours haue at call In such dispayre perchaunce I would not fall But want of this and other lackes a skore Bids me seeke death and wishe to liue no more Yet for to beare a peece of all my woes And to impart the priuie pangs I felt From countrie soile a sober wife I choes In mine owne house with whom I seldom dwelt When thousandes slepte I waekt I swet I swelt To compas that I neuer could attaine And still from hoem abroed I brack my braine The thatcher hath a cottage poore you see The sheppard knoes where he shal sleepe at night The daily drudge from cares can quiet bee Thâ—s Fortune sends some rest to eurye wight So borne I was to house and lande by right But in a bagg to Court I brought the same From Shrews brye towne a seate of auncient fame What thinkes my frindes that thear behind I laft What fault finds she that gaue me lief and suck O courting fien thou art to cold a craft The Carter haeth at hoem much better luck Well well I saye a due all worldly muck Ne howse nor land we bear away I knoe I naked cam and naked hence must goe The greatest kyng must pas the self saem way Our daye of byrth and buriall are alike Their ioye their pompe their wealth and rich araye Shall soen consuem like snow that lies in dieck No bucklar serues when sodayn death doth striek As soen may coem a poer mans soule to blys As may the rich or greatest Lord that is Well ear my breath my body doe forsaek My spreet I doe bequeath to God aboue My bookes my skrowls and songs that I did maek I leaue with frindes that freely did me loue To flyring foes whoe 's mallice did me moue I wyshe in haest amendment of their wayes And to the Court and courtiars happy dayes My fortuen straunge to straungers doe I leaue That strangly can retain such straung mishap To such as still in world did me disseaue I wyshe they may bewaer of such lyk trap To sclaundrous tongues that kyld me with their clap I wyshe moer rest than they haue gyuen me And bles thoes shreaws that corst and crabbed be To such as yet did neuer pleasuer man I giue those ryems that nyps the gawlled back To such as would do good and if they can I wyshe good luck long lief and voyd of lack To currysh karls a whyp and collyars sack And to the proud that stands vpon their braus A waynskot face and twenty crabtree staues To surly syers that scorns the meaner sort A nightcap foord with Foyns I them bequeath To such as skowll at others good report And sets much stoer by their owne paynted sheath In sien of luck I giue a willowe wreath To such as aer vnnaemd and merits mutch The stoen I leaue that tries the gold by tutch To gentill race with good conditions ioynd I wyshe moer ioy than man imagin maye And sens for pooer I haue no money coynd God graunt them all a mery mariage daye To such as doth delyte in honest playe I wyshe the gold that I haue lost thearby And all the wealth I want befoer I dye Now frends shack hands I must be gon my boyes Our myrth taeks end our triumph all is don Our tykling talk our sports and myrry toyes Do flyed away lyke shadow of the Son Another coms when I my race haue ron Shall passe the tyme with you in better plyt And finde good cause of greater things to wryt FINIS A DISCOVRSE HOVV vertue seames to sleape and Iustice is euer awaken WHen vertue layd her down to slepe and would
liues belowe doe fear the ratling skye WheÌ„ Gods aer moued in louring clowds lyek dusky mantels black The troubled aire to mortall men doth threaten ruen and wrack I turne my talke from such discours and treat of that tormoyll Which long this Knight and Lady felt at hoem in countrey soyll And somewhat of the caers a broed that he perforce did taest I mean to wryt so that as troeth my verses be embraest For troeth and tyme that tries out gold hath tempred so my talk That pen nor mues no pleasuer taâ—ks on doutfull ground to walk Now whan these staets with links of loue wear tyde together fast And many a sad and heauy thought between them boeth had past Of Princes grace and fauour great to which regard they toâ—k As chiefest thing and only cause wheron they ought to loâ—k â–ª They wayd in ballance of their brests what fittest serud their corus And lyek as wood taeks flaem of fier and so to synders borns So throw the heat of this mishap they felt such sorrowe thoe As though hard deastnye swoer they should consuem them selues with woe The Lady lost her fredom streight the Gods had so decreed Her knight by sodain flight a broad maed vertue of a need And liuing thear with lingring hoep in forrain contrey strange Whear absence might throw present toyes in some men worke a change He stoed as ferm as marble stoen and kept boeth troeth and tutch To her who found few friends at hoem and harts diseas was mutch Yea though this Knight with offers great and treasuer tempted was As they full well can witnes bear who sawe those matters pas Yet small acount of Fortuen nue he maed for still in brest Was shryend the saynt that stoeny wals and pryson had possest No feer nor frynd nor fellow maet this troylus mind might moue This Fawcon scornd to pray abrod at hoem he left his loue Full many a sigh and heuy loek he sent a long the Seas And wysht him self in fetters fast to doe his Lady eas What grief of mynd and torment strang she suffred all the whyell Is knowen to thoes that bondaeg feels whoe 's frynds aer in exiell Could mischief fawll on boeth the syeds moer harder than hit did The oen from ioye and worldly pomp in preson cloesly hid The other forst by fatall chance to seek his fortuen out And shonning danger found dispayre in wandring world about But wayeng well a subiects stâ—et and what was dueties bounds He yeelded streight to open harms for fear of secret wounds And ventring lyef yea lands and goods to keep his naem from blot And to requit with hazards hard the loue that he had got From Spayn with speed he did retorn and setting foet on land He put his cause in iustice doem and noble Princis hand Though in the yoek with fre consent the humble hart did fall The heauens stoed so out of â—uen he gaet no grace at all And clapped vp full fast in bold a prysnars part he playes Whear gryepping griefs and greuous groens consuemd his gladsom dayes Whyels he a loef full long remaynd and out of daunger crept The dolfull Dame in deepe dispayre his absence soore be wept Yet great regard to promise paste shee had as world well wist And therefore often wrong her hands when that her knight she mist. But now beganne the boystrous blastes to blow in bloudy brest And now the golfe of sighes and sobbs burste out with great vnrest For loe one house helde both these wights yet both a sonder were And both in like displeasure stoode yea ech of both in feare Of Princes wrath and worlds disgrace a heauy tale to tell A plague past hope of heauens blisse a torment and a hell That is without redemption sure but what should more be said Thus vnder locke and barred doores these Iuewels safely laid They must abide the happie houre that God appoints in skies And drincke vp water sweete or sowre or what shall hap to ries The prison than did pleade their case the walles both deaffe and dom Did showe by sines of freedome goone what sorrowes wear to come The skreeking Owle in silent night at window clapt his winges To threaten death or badde successe of sondrie doubtfull thinges No ioyfull sounde was heard with eare no newes of happie yeares No pleasure to the pinched harte in prison strong appeares Admit the Lute with toutch of handâ— a heauie domp doth shoe A coelling comfort Musicke brings to wretches wrapt in woe No myrth with mourning moen may match for mischiefe measure lacks And care consuems the minde of man as fire melts Uirgin Waxe In silly Sell and seurall place these two estates did sit Whose comming out did farre surmount the compasse of their wit. As long they spent their tickle time in teen and terror great So oft God wot of matters hard in head did hammers beat Now hoping that the clouds would calme and storms would stand at stay Than looking whan the Planets tornde their course another way But shaken shipps in seas do sincke when surgis ries aloft And vnder waues for want of ayde weake vessels welter oft So that no hope of succour seemes to come when tempests rage Except the Gods draw backe the plagues and winde and weather swage The present panges and parlous thoughts that pearceth troubled minds Is knowne to none but such I say that lacke of freedome finds A prisner beares a simple port most glad to pleas and â—lye As subiect to the keepers becke and iellouse Geillors eye Now trasing out a wearie walke now whisht and quiet stands Now downe on knees now to the cloudes loeks vp with streatched hands Now listning after happie newes now nipt with sorrows old Now sore abasht and broughte in muâ—s now mirrie stout and bold Now riepe and reddie for to speake now dumme and dare not store Now fearefull of ech sodaine sounde and clap of eurye dore Now bent to beare and suffer wrong now full repoesd on right Now faine to fawne on feeble folke now setting all thinges light These pashons stil awakes their spreets that careful captiues are Such smart they taste such breade they bite that feeds on loues of care Yea some are sarud with chaunge of meates yet touch they nere a dishe But sits like Tantalus in hell and wants what moste they wishe These twaine I troe were not so vsde but yet when best they sped On heauy morssells mixt with mone their hongrie stomacks fed No daye stoode free from Fortunes foile no houre but norrisht fear No season serude to salue the soers of sooking sorrow thear No drincke could coole the furie hot of thraldoms thirsty throte No pleasaunt Uerse nor dittie fraemde to dollors dollfull note No booke nor storie might reuiue their drowping dead delite For from the thoughtes of thirled hartes are pleasures banisht quight To slowth to sleepe and mirthlesse moods their dompishe dayes enclinde As from
The kindled coles doth crepe in straw so farre That quarrels rise and peace is turnde to warre One haleth backe an other drawes aside And weakest bones must needes the brunt abide As I aspierd by vertue and desarte And was by Prince cald vnto credite still So some by sleight did seeke to sucke my harte And of my bloud did thrist to drincke their fill They sought to stoppe the water from the mill And turne the wheele and all the ioynts awrye Lo heare how close the swelling Serpents lye Loe how they caste their venom as they maye And marke what hate they gaine that beareth sway For that I grew full great with Robert Vear A noble man full wise and mightie both And had the guide of good Prince Edwards hear To show therein my dutie faith and trothe Great mallice rose as grudginge daily grothe Twene many men that cannot rule their rage A mightie-duke there was well stept in age That sought to reape the corne that I had sowne And could not rest till I was quite oerthrowne My roulmes and rule and things that I had goet My gaine my wealth and glory as it grue Was in his eye so bigge a mightie moet That loe this Duke my plague did still pursue With open mouth he so the bellowes blue That sparkes of fier as thicke flew in my face As in the Sunne the gnatts do flie at chace Or as the balle rebounds at euery stroke So loe his words did smore me vp in smoke This dreadfull Duke did driue a wondrous drift To worke his will with slipper sleight of hande And sought to giue king Richards frends a lift For whom he did prepare a secrete bande Whose bolde attempts did trouble all this lande But few could finde the darnell in the corne Or iudge aright the Roes from pricking thorne So close in clowde was clokte their cunning arte That none could know who plaide the Foxes parte This Duke did raise a bruite the king would haue A taxe most straunge of all the realme throwe out And to the Lords and commons councell gaue Against the king to stand both stiffe and stout This practise proude was patcht with many a clout Here did the Wolfe leade silly lammes amis And suckt their bloud as wolâ—ishe maner is Here traytrous tricks and trebell trothles traynes In subiects brestes began to sprede theyr vaines The Duke of Yorke and diuers noble peers Forsoke the king and held with this vprore By which great strife was sowne in sondry sheres And corsies rose that made a running sore Bigge biles brust out where fleshe was sounde before And though some time the Surgeon salue did finde To heale the wound the skarre remaind behinde A common plague doth creepe alonge the realme As skulls of fishe swimmes vp and downe the streame The greatest townes and Cities of most name As London Yorke and many mo beside These Dukes did draw with folly out of frame And made some striue against both streame and tide Where bankes be brooke the water cannot bide Where flouds flee out the fishe do follow fast And than to late to call againe is past The Swallow flies no swifter vnder winge Then mens deuice that do forsake a kinge For faith once stainde seekes straight for starting holes As prisners doe that hath their promise broke The seames once ript of shue farewell the soles The Oxe set free will seeke to shonne the Yoke The chimney bruste the house is full of smoke The sleuce drawen vppe downe driues the dregs and all The strongest tript the weakest needs must fall There is no stay to hold meane people in When might with maine the mischiefe doth begin The Lords alledgd the king was gouerd still By such as came from base and poore estate And sayd he should no longer haue his will By which bould speache there grew so great debate The lande was bent on murther ruyne and hate Now seuerall wayes from hiue flew out the bees Now tempests came and tare vp mightie trees Now traitours flockt and fell to fackshions straunge Whose fickill myndes still gaped for a chaunge O vipars brode and blody bosome snakes O Butchers curres that would your maister byte O helhoundes rude of Plutos lothesum lakes O cursed crew more crewell then the Kyte O kankred hartes so fraught with froward spite O Tigers wilde O monstrous men most vyle Where was your loue and dewtie all this whyle How durst you speake so stoutly to his face To whom of right the stoutest ought giue place Among brute bestes that sauage ar and wilde The Lion raignes and rules with regall powre And so great birdes stoupes downe like littill childe To fathers beck if Eagle doth but lowre Than to a king dare people loke so sowre That they will force their suffraine paste their reatche No scoller ought his learned tewtor teache No member dare presume to rule the hed None raignes and rules but kynges when all is sed Note how they shrincke that shapes to giue a shocke Against a king and marke how traitors spede Note how their hedes do tumble of the block That with vaine hope do peoples humors fede And note from whence doth Princes powre procede And note withall how farre doth stretche his fame And faulters quake that do but heere his name For at the brunte saye here a king doth cumme Home runne poore knaues down they fling the drumme Harke howe this Duke whereof I spake before By three estates vnto a coumpt did call Their king and Lorde whose minde they troubled sore And vexte thereby his frendes and faures all They fill in lashe they felt the bluddy brale They loste their goodes they got a great disgrace They fled the courte they were pursewd in chace They were full faine for none offence or cawes At open barre to plede their cace by lawes Suche are the happes of those that hould with right Suche cureles woundes they haue that sores wold heale Suche hate they heape in hucksters handes that light Suche harmes they finde that standes with coÌ„mon weale And such know not to whom they should appeale When wrong will rule and reuell faules to spoyle The faithfull flocke are forste to feele the foyle Drede driues desartes that daylie well hath dunne To flie from foes or els throw fier to runne Because these Lordes who loekte to lede the daunce Saw other step one stage ere they could ryse By playne fine force they would them selues aduaunce And for that feate this drifte they did deuise Desier of fame doth so abuse the wise They ende like fooles that erste began full well And sonest smarte that ringes the larom bell For wheles and all faules downe about their eares From rotten frames who first stode voide of feares But we who were besigd by fortune so Betraied I meane if trothe may tell the tale Were skorgd and plagd and faine to fawne one
but long two leages I lost To ease my horse he bade me oft a light But I thereat seemde dumme and deaffe as post Of stomacke stoute the way oft times he crost And soughte to take my bridle by the raine That sleight I found and so he lost his paine Had I turnde backe the peysants wear at hand Who mounted were on better horse than I A village neare there was within that land Whear loe my gide would haue me needs to lye Not so my frend I aunswearde very hye Where at he knew the padde in straw was founde So toke the ball and stroke it at rebounde Thou canst not scape ê™ he then light a downe Thou art but dead thy life here shalt thou lose And therewithall the carle began to frowne And laide his hand apon my Lether hose Throw siâ—es he made the towne by this aroes And some by warres that lately loste their good Sought to reueng the same apon my blood My gied leapt vp apon the horse I roode And flang away as fast as he could driue Downe was I haeld and on my face they troode And for my roebs the tormenters did striue My gide did crie O leaue him not aliue An English churle he is his tongue doth shoe And gold he hath good store full well I knoe They stript me streighte from doblet to my short Yet hose they laâ—te vntoutcht as God it would No powre they had to do me further hort For as the knife to throte they gan to hold To saue my life an vpright tale I told They hearing that laid all their weapons downe And askt me if I knew saint Quintains towne I past thereby whan to the Spawe I went ê™ I and there my pasport well was veaud If that be true said one thou shalt be sent From hens in hast and so they did conclued To towne I should from sauage country rued So in the hey they laid me all that night Yet sought my life before the day was light But as with weedes some suffrante flower groes So in that soile a blessed man was bred Which vndertoke to keepe me from my foes And saue my life by fine deuice of hed He cald me vp when they wear in their bed And bade me go with him whear he thought best Lest in that place full small should be my rest I followde on as he did lead the trace He brought me safe where I in surety stood Thus God throw him did shoe his might grace Which ioyde me more than all this worldly good The other sort â—wear butchers all for blood And daily slue such stragglars as they toek For whom they laie and watcht in many â—nock That hazard paste I found more mischieues still But none so great nor none so much to fear With toâ—le paine with sleighte of head and skill From FrauÌ„ce I came and laft al mischief thear Nowe here what fruite my natiue soile doth bear See what I reap and marke what I haue sowne And let my lucke throwe all this land be knowne First let me tell how Fortune did me call To Garnesey thoe to staye my troubled miend Whear wel I was althogh my wealth was smal And long had dwelt if destnie had assiend But as the shippe is subiect to the winde So we must chaenge as checking chaunces falls Who tosseth men about like tennis balls This chaunce is she some say that leads men out And brings them home when least they looke therefore A dalling dame that breeds both hope and dout And makes great wounds yet seldom to salues the soer Not suer on sea nor certaine on the shoer A worldly witch that dealls with wanton charms For one good turne she doth ten thousand harms A figge for chaunce this Fortune bears no shaep The people fonde a name to Fortune giue Which sencelesse soules do after shadoes gaep Great GOD doth rule and sure as God doth liue He griends the corne and sifts the meale throw siue And leaues the bran as reffues of the flowre To worke his will and shoe his mightie powre Promoshon coms ne from the East nor West Ne South nor North it faulls from heauen hie For God himselfe sets vp who he thincks best And casts them downe whose harts would clime the skie Thus earthly happs in worldlings doth not lie We trudge we runne we ried and breake our braine And backwarde come the selfe same stepps againe Till time aprotche that God will man prefarre With labours long in vaine we beat the ayre Our destnies dwell in neither moone nor starre Nor comfort coms from people foule nor fayre Small hoep in those that sits in Golden chayre Their moods their minds and all we go about Takes light from him that putts our candel out This argues now all goodnes freely groes From him that first made man of earthly mold And floâ—ds of wealth into their bosome floes That cleerly can his blessed will behold As sheppards do keepe safe their sheepe in fold And Gardnar knoes how flowrs shold watted be So God giues ayde ear man the want can se. Helps coms not sure by hap or heads deuice Though wits of men are means to worke the waxe And cunning hands do often cast the dice All these are toyes trust vp in tinkars packs No flame wil ryes till fier be thrust to flare No brantch may bud till he that made the plant With dew of grace in deede supplies the want Can earth yeild fruit til Springtime sap do shoe Can ayre be cleer till foggs and miests are fled Can seas and floeds at eury season floe Can men giue life to shapes and bodies dead Such secrets pas the reatche of mans vaine head So loke to reap no corne for all our toile Till Haruest come and God hath blest the soile The pottar knoes what vessail serues his turne And therein still he powreth liquor sweete The cooke well notes what wood is best to burne And what conceites is for the banket meete The Captaine marks what souldiour hath most spreete And calls that man to charge and office great Whan he thincks good and saruice is in heat Dare any wight presume to take the place Of worthy charge till he therto be cald Dare subiect brag before the Princes face Or striue wyth staets that are in honour stauld Dare village boest with Cittie stronglye wauld Dare children clime till they good footing find No all thing yelds to him that leads the minde He lifts aloft he flingeth downe as faste He giues men fame and plucks renowne awaye Hap doth not so for chaunce is but a blaste An idle word where with weake people playe Hap hangs and holds on hazarde eury waye And hazard leanes on doubt and danger deepe That glads but few and maketh MillioÌ„s weepe I vse this terme of hap in all I write As well to make the matter large and long As any cause or dram of great delite I take therein But
fruetfull feeld what can be sweet or sownd But in that soyl whear for offence is due correction fownd Wee make the sâ—uill lawes to shien and by example mield Reform the rued rebuek the bold and tame the contrey wyeld We venter goods and lius ye knoe and trauill seas and land To bring by trafick heaps of wealth and treasuer to your hand We aer astay and stoer howse boeth to kingdoms farr and neer A cawse of plentie throw foersyght whan things war scarce and deer And thoghe our ioy be moest in peace and peace we do maintain Whear on to prince and realm throw out doth ries great welth and gain Yet haue we soldyars as you see that stoers but whan we pleas And sarus our torns in howshold things and sits in shop at eas And yet daer blaed hit with the best when cawse of contrey coms And cals out courage to the fight by sound of warlike Droms We Marchants keep a mean vnmixt with any tarryng partâ— And bryng boeth Treble and the Baess in order still by art A Souldiour shal be liked well if his dezarts be sutch A noble mind for noble acts shall suer be honord mutch But if men glory all in warres and peace disdayns in deed We skorn with any Siroep sweet their humour sowre to feed And blest be God we haue a Prince by whom our peace is kept And vnder whom this Citie long and land hath safly slept From whom liekwyes a thousand gifts of grace enioy we do And feell from God in this her raygne ten thousand blessyngs to Behold but how all secrets fâ—en of falshed coms to light In these her dayes and God taks part with her in troeth and right And mark how mad Dissenshon thriues that would set warres abroetch Who sets to saell poer peoples liues and gets but viell reproetch And endles shaem for all their sleights O England ioy with vs And kis the steps whear she doth tread that keeps her countrey thus In peace and rest and perfait stay whearfore the god of peace In peace by peace our peace presarue and her long lief encreace ¶ This was to be don and put in exersies befoer the Queen cam to the knittyng vp of the matter but perswasion beyng dismist the battry was planted befoer the FORT and they within so straitly enclosed that they must needs abied the mercy of the Sword and Cannon ¶ At which instant in the after noen that present day the Prince was in her Skaffold to beholde the sucksesse of these offers of warre and so went the Battry of and the asâ—aut was geuen in as mutch order as might be the enemie was three times repolsed and beholdyng nue suckors commyng from the Courte to the Forts great comfort the enemye agred on a parley whearin was rehersyd that the cortain was beaten down and the fort maed sawtable and yet the enemie to saue the liues of good Citizens and Soldiors thearof would giue them leaue to depart with bag and bagaeg as order of wars required To the which the Fort maed answer that the Corttayns nor Bulwarks was not their defence but the corrage of good peple the force of a mighty prince who saet and beheld all these doyngs was the thyng they trusted to on which answer the enemie retired and so condicions of peace wear drawn and agreed of at which peace boeth the sides shot of their Arttillery iâ— sien of a triumphe and so â—â—yinge God saue the Queen these triumphes and waâ—lâ—k pastimes finished the Prince likyng the handlyng of these causes verie well sent iâ— hundreth crownes to make the Souldiors a banket Now heer is to be considered that the Prince went into the Gallees and so down to Kyngroed aer these things wear brought to an end ¶ At her highnes departuer a gentilman in the confiens of the Towns liberties spaek this speech that follows The dolfull a Due OUr Ioy is ioynd with greuous groens Our triumphe tornd to tears The brantch whoe 's blosoms gladnes broght a bitter berry bears In howse and street whear mirth was hard is moen and moorning noies The sommer day is dimd with clowds eclypsed aer our ioyes The loedstar leaus our wished cowrs and clims the heauens hie Our sofrant will no longer lord in walls of Brislow lye No maruell sins our barrain soyl and ground of groes deuyce Haeth yelded no thing that might pleas a prince of so great price Our deuties aer not half dischargd no thoghe we kist the grownd And prostraet fall full flat on face whear her foet steps aer fownd The Persians daer not cast vp eies nor loek apon thear king Shall Christians then presuem to preace on sutch a Sacred thyng And tho no part of duties bownds â— nod forbid I say But that the lords anointed should be honord eury way Long loâ—kt this Câ—â—te for a prince loâ—g â—eâ—s and many a yeer A â—ing or Queâ—n beheld this town short time she taâ—yes heer Good fortuen folow thee O Queen god gieb thy doings all A world of threfold blessed happ apon thy kingdom fall As loeth to taek our heauy leaue as leaue our lius in deed A due deeâ— lady of this land the liuing Lord thee speed ¶ Som of these Speeches could not be spoken by means of a Scholâ—maister who enuied that any stranger should set forth these shoes FINIS ☞ A Skirmishe at Dumbar Vnder the pretence of peace they shotte in oâ—â— faces One mâ—â—laine at the 〈◊〉 All haue noâ— same that do well Sir Harry Kniuet hurte manfully at the charge Tvvelue men of good name slaine on the FreÌ„ch side and v. gentlemen taken prisoners The â—ishop of Valence The vvoman vvas duckt in vvater The bloudy monday Sir Iames a Croâ—â—es led the soldiours on their enemies The lord Gray that novve is vvas sore hurte at a valiaunt charge he gaue Rashnes of souldiouâ—s running out veide of condâ—â—â— losâ—th all many tymes Sir Andrevve Corbet vvas here and other gentlemen Policy 〈…〉 of all gouernmentes Maister Pellam Lieutenaunt of â—he ordinaunce Captaine Randall gaue vvarning vvhen thassault should beginne The Earle of VVorceters brother maister Frances Somerset Sir Frances Leake came to our reliefe A larom in our ovvn campe by the French policie The byshop of Valence from Fraunce My Lorde of Burleighe that novveâ— came to conclude thâ—s peace Lord Bâ—rleigh ended these bâ—oyleâ— Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note A right figure of Death A pattern of death My Lord of Sussex â—orâ—eys I set out in my secoÌ„d book Note Note The Duke chattilleroy waâ— at this â—eeâ—e and 〈◊〉 away disâ—oraged Note Battred And randered Chery Prouision â—as made for tâ—e preseruation of sicke persoÌ„s mâ—n â–ª vvomen and children 〈◊〉 A â—oet of iorney to â—eâ—ell Sir Thomas Manners two nombers vnder oen Aâ—seent Of footmen was sent before to sâ—ay the gates Two fawlters punished Syr Simon Burley complaines to him that knows