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A02342	A myrroure for magistrates Wherein may be seen by example of other, with howe greuous plages vices are punished: and howe frayle and vnstable worldly prosperitie is founde, even of those, whom fortune seemeth most highly to fauour. Anno. 1559.; Mirrour for magistrates. Part 3.	Baldwin, William, ca. 1518-1563?; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375. De casibus virorum illustrium.	1559 (1559)	STC 1247; ESTC S104522	67,352	165

fayne Wo wo to realmes where suche are put in trust As leave the lawe to serve the princes lust And wo to him that by his flatteryng rede Maynteyneth a prince in any kynde of vyce wo wurth hym eke for envy pryde or mede That mysreportes any honest enterpryse Because I beast in all these poyntes was nyce The plages of all together on me lyght And due for yll ylldoers doth acquite For when the Earle was charged with my playnt He flatte denyed that any parte was true And claymde by armes to aunswere his attaynt And I by vse that warly feates well knewe To his desyre incontinently drewe wherwith the king dyd seme ryght well content As one that past not muche with whom it went At tyme and place apoynted we apearde At all poyntes armde to proue our quarels iust And whan our frendes on eche parte had vs chearde And that the Haroldes had vs do our lust with spere in rest we tooke a course to iust But ere our horses had run halfe theyr way A shoute was made the kyng dyd byd vs stay And for to avoyde the sheddyng of our bloode with shame and death which one must nedes haue had The king through coūsaile of the lordes thought good To banysh both whiche iudgement strayt was rad No maruayle than though both were wroth and sad But chiefely I that was exylde for aye ▪ My enmy straunged but for a ten yeares daye The date expirde whan by this doulfull doome I should departe to lyve in banysht hande On payne of death to Englande not to coome I went my way the kyng seasde in his hande My offyces my honours goods and lande To paye the due as openly he tolde Of myghty summes whiche I had from hym polde See Baldwin see the salarye of synne Marke with what meede vile vyces are rewarded Through pryde and envy I lose both kyth and kynne And for my flattring playnte so well regarded Exyle and slaunder are iustly me awarded My wife and heyre lacke landes and lawful right And me theyr lorde made dame Dianaes knyght If these mishaps at home be not inough Adioyne to them my sorowes in exyle I went to Almayne fyrst a lande ryght rough In whiche I founde suche churlysh folke and vyle As made me loth my lyfe ech other whyle There loe I learned what it is to be a gest Abrode and what to lyve at home in rest For they esteme no one man more than eche They vse as well the Lackey as the Lorde And lyke theyr maners churlysh is theyr speche Their lodging hard their bourd to be abhord Their pleyted garmentes herewith well accorde All ●agde and frounst with diuers coloures dekt They swere they curse and drynke tyll they be ●l●kt They hate all suche as these their maners hate Which reason would no wise man should allow With these I dwelt lamenting mine estate Till at the length they had got knowledge how I was exilde because I dyd auow A false complaynt agaynst my trusty frende For which they named me traytour styl vnende That what for shame and what for werynes I stale fro thence and went to Uenise towne Where as I founde more ease and frendlynes But greater gryefe for now the great renowne Of Bolenbroke whom I would haue put downe Was war● so great in Britaine and in Fraunce That Uenise through ech man did him auaunce Thus loe his glory grew through great despyte And I therby increased in defame Thus enuy euer doth her host acquyte Wyth trouble anguysh sorow smart and shame But sets the vertues of her foe in flame To water lyke whych maketh clere the stone And soyles it selfe by running thervpon Or ere I had soiurned there a yere Strange tidinges came he was to England goen Had tane the king that which touched him nere Enprisoned him with other of his foen And made hym yelde hym vp his crowne and throne When I these thinges for true by serche had tryed Griefe griped me so I pined away and dyed Note here the ende of pride so Flateries fine Marke the reward of enuy and false complaint And warne all princes from them to declyne Lest likely fault do find tho like attaynt Let this my life be to them a restraynt By others harmes who lysteth take no hede Shall by his owne learne other better rede THis tragicall example was of all the cumpany well liked how be it a doubte was founde therin and that by meanes of the diuersity of the Chronicles ▪ for where as maister Hall whom in this storye we chiefely folowed maketh Mowbray accuser and Boleynbroke appellant mayster Fabian reporteth the matter quite contrary that by the reporte of good authours makyng Bokynbroke the accuser and Mowbray the appeliant Which matter sith it is more harde to desise than nedefull to our purpose which minde onely to diswade from vices and exalte vertue we referre to the determinacion of the Haroldes or such as may cum by the recordes and registers of these doinges contented in the mean while with the best allowed iudgement and which maketh most for our forshewed purpose This doubt thus let passe I would ꝙ one of the cūpany● gladly say sumwhat for king Richard But his personage is so sore intangled as I thinke fewe bene●ices be at this day for after his imprisonment his brother and diuers other made a maske minding by Henries destruction to haue restored him which maskers matter so runneth in this that I doubt which ought to go before But seing no man is redy to say ought in their behalfe I will geue who so listeth leasure to thinke thervppon and in the meane time to further your enterprise I will in the kinges behalfe recount such part of his story as I thinke most necessary And therfore imagine Baldvvin that you see him al to be māgled with blew woundes lying pale and wanne al naked vpon the cold stones in Paules church ▪ the people standing round about him and making his moue in this sort Hovve kyng Richarde the seconde vvas for his euyll gouernaunce deposed from his seat and miserably murdred in prison HAppy is the prince that hath in welth the grace To folowe vertue keping vices vnder But wo to him whose will hath wisedomes place For who so renteth ryght and law a sunder On him at length loe al the world shall wunder Hygh byrth choyse fortune force nor Princely mace Can warrant King or Keysar fro the case Shame sueth sinne as rayne drops do the thunder Let Princes therfore vertuous life embrace That wilfull pleasures cause them not to blunder Beholde my hay see how the sely route Do gase vpon me and eche to other saye Se where he lieth for whome none late might route Loe howe the power the pride and riche aray Of myghty rulers lightly fade away The Kyng whych erst kept all the realme in doute The veryest rascall now dare checke and low●e What moulde be Kynges made of but carayn clay

Which of the king at home had gouernaunce Whose roume the earle of Warwike then supplied And I tooke his and sped me into Fraunce And hauing a zeale to conquer Orlyaunce With much a do I gat the regentes ayde And marched thither and siege about it layde But in the way I tooke the towne of Yayn Wher murdred wer for stoutnes many a man But Baugency I tooke with litle payne For which to shew them fauour I began This caused the townes of Mewne and Iargeman That stoode on Loyer to profer me the keyes Ere I came nere them welny by two dayes See here how Fortune forward can allure What baytes she layeth to bring men to their endes Who having hap like this but would hope sure To bring to bale what euer he entendes But soone is sowre the sweete that Fortune sendes Whan hope and hap whan helth and welth is hyest Than wo and wracke desease and nede be nyest For while I suing this so good successe Layd siege to Orlyaunce on the river syde The Bastard Cuckold Cawnyes sonne I gesse Tho thought the dukes who had the towne in gide Came fearcely forth when he his time espide To raise the siege but was beat backe agayne And hard pursued both to his losse and payne For there we wan the bulwarke on the bridge With a mighty tower standing fast therby Ah cursed tower that didst my dayes abridge Would god thou hadst bene furder eyther I. For in this tower a chamber standes on hie From which a man may view through al the towne By certayne windowes yron grated downe Where on a day now Baldwin note mine ende I stoode in vewing where the towne was weake And as I busily talked with my frend Shot fro the towne which al the grate did breake A pellet came and drove a mighty fleake Agaynst my face and tare away my checke For payne wherof I dyed within a wecke See Baldwin see the vncertaynty of glory How sodayne mischief dasheth all to dust And warne all princes by my broken story The happiest Fortune chiefly to mistrust Was neuer man that alway had his lust Than such be fooles in fancy more then mad Which hope to haue that neuer any had THis straunge aduenture of the good erle drave vs al into a dumpne inwardly lamenting his wofull destynye out of which we wer awaked after this sort To what ende ꝙ one muse we so much on this matter This Earle is neyther the first nor the last whom Fortune hath foundered in the heyth of their prosperitye For all through the raine of this vnfortunate king Henry we shall find many whych haue bene likewise serued whose chaunces sith they be mar●●●l and therfore honorable may the better be omitted And therfore we wil let go the lordes M●rlmes and Poyninges slayne both at the siege of Orleans shortly after the death of this earle Also the valiaunt earle of Arundle destroyed with a bowlet at the assault of Gerbory whose storyes nevertheles are wurth the hearyng And to quicken vp your spirites I wil take vpon me a tragicall person in deede I meane kyng Iamy slayne by his seruauntes in his pryvy chamber who although he be a Skot yet seing he was brought vp in Englande where he learned the language hys example also so notable it were not meete he shoulde be forgotten And therfore marke Baldwin what I thinke he may say Hovv king Iames the first for breaking his othes and bondes vvas by gods suffrauns miserably murdred of his ovvne subiectes IF for examples sake thou write thy booke I charge the Baldwin thou forget me not Whom Fortune alwayes frowardly forsooke Such wa● my lucke my merite or my lot I am that Iames king Roberts sonne the Skot That was in England prisoner all his youth Through mine vncle Walters trayterous vntruth For whan my father through disease and age Unwieldy was to gouerne well his land Because his brother Walter semed sage He put the rule therof into his hand Than had my father you shall vnderstand Of lawfull barnes me and one only other Nempt Dauy Rothsay who was mine elder brother This Dauy was prince of Scotland and so take Till his aduoutry caused men complayne Which that he might by monyshment forsake My father prayed mine vncle take the payne To threaten him his vices to refrayne But be false traytour butcherly murdring wretch To get the crowne began to fetch a fetch And finding now a proffer to his pray Deuised meanes my brother to deuower And for that cause convayed him day by day ▪ From place to place from castell vnto tower To Faulkland fort where like a tormentour He starmd him and put to death a wife Whom through a reede he sukt to saue his life O wretched death ▪ fye cruel tiranny A prince in prison lost for fault of foode Was ●●nce enmy wrought such villany A trusted brother stroye his brothers blood Wo wurth foe frendly fye on double hood Ah wretched father see thy sonne is lost Sterved by thy brother whom thou trustedst most Of whom whan sum began to find the fraud And yet the traytor made him selfe so clere That he should seeme to haue deserued laud So wofull did he for his death appeare My doubtful father louing me ful deere To auoyde all daunger that might after chaunce Sent me away but nine yeres olde to Fraunce But windes and wether wer so contrary That we wer driuen to the English coast Which realme with Skotland at that time did vary So that they tooke me prisoner not as oste For which my father fearing I wer lost Conceiued shortly such an inward thought As to the graue immediatly him brought Than had mine vncle all the regiment At home and I in England prisoner lay For to him selfe he thought it detryment For my releace any raunsum for to pay For as he thought he had possest his pray And therfore wisht I might in durauns dure Till I had dyed so should his rayne be sure But good king Henry seing I was a child And heyre by ryght vnto a realme and crowne Dyd bring me vp not lyke my brother wylde But vertuously in feates of high renowne In libe●all artes in instrumentall sowne By meane wherof whan I was after king I did my realme to ciuil order bring For ere I had been prisoner eyghtene yere In which short space two noble princes dyed Wherof the first in prudence had no peere The other in warre most valyant throwly tryed Whose rowme his sonne babe Henry eke supplyed The pyers of England which did gouerne all Did of their goodnes helpe me out of thrall They maried me to a cosin of their king The Duke of Somersets daughter rich fayre Releast my raunsome saue a trifling thing And after I had done homage to the hayer And sworne my frendship neuer should appayre They brought me kingly furnisht to my lande Which I rec●yued at mine vncles hand Wherof my lordes and commons wer ful glad So was

She was sole hayer by due discent of line Wherby her rightes and titles al wer mine But marke me now I pray thee Baldwin marke And see how force oft overbeareth right Waye how vsurpers tyrannously warke To kepe by murder that they get by might And note what troublous daungers do alight On such as seke to reposses their owne And how through rigour right is overthrowen The earle of Herford Henry Bolenbrooke Of whom duke Mowbray tolde thee now of late Whan voyde of cause he had king Richard tooke He murdred him vsurped his estate Without all right or title sauing hate Of others rule or love to rule alone These two excepted title had he none The realme and crowne was Edmund Mortimers Whose father Roger was king Richardes hayre Which caused Henry and the Lancasters To seeke all shiftes our housholdes to appayre For sure he was to sit beside the chayre Wer we of power to clayme our lawfull right Wherfore to stroye vs he did all he might His cursed sunne ensued his cruel path And kept my giltles cosin strayt in duraunce For whom my father hard intreated hath But liuing hopeles of his liues assuraunce He thought it best by politik procuraunce To prive the king and so restore his frend Which brought him selfe to an infamous ende For whan king Henry of that name the fift Had tane my father in this conspiracy He from Sir Edmund all the blame to shift Was fayne to say the French king his ally Had hyred him this trayterous act to trye For which condemned shortly he was slayne In helping right this was my fathers gayne Thus whan the linage of the Mortimers Were made away by this vsurping line Sum hanged sum slayne sum pined prisoners Because the crowne by right of law was mine They gan as fast agaynst me to repine In feare alwayes least I should sturre them strife For gilty hartes have never quiet life Yet at the last in Henryes dayes the sixt I was restored to my fathers landes Made duke of Yorke wherthrough my minde I firt To get the crowne and kingdome in my handes For ayde wherin I knit assured bandes With Nevels stocke whose doughter was my make Who for no wo would ever me forsake O lord what happe had I through mariage Fower goodly boyes in youth my wife she boore Right valiaunt men and prudent for their age Such bretherne she had and nephewes stil in store As none had erst nor any shal haue more The erle of Salisbury and his sonne of Warwike Wer matchles men from Barbary to Barwike Through helpe of whom and Fortunes lovely looke I vndertooke to clayme my lawful right And to abash such as agaynst me tooke I raysed power at all poyntes prest to fight Of whom the chiefe that chiefly bare me spite Was Somerset the Duke whom to annoy I alway sought through spite spite to vistroy And maugre him so choyse loe was my chaunce Yea though the quene that all rulde tooke his part I twise bare stroke in Normandy and Fraunce And last liuetenant in Ireland where my hart Found remedy for euery kind of smart For through the love my doinges there did brede I had their helpe at all times in my nede This spiteful duke his silly king and quene With armed hostes I thrise met in the ●ield The first vnfought through treaty made betwene The second ioynde wherin the king did yeeld The duke was slayne the quene enforst to shylde Her selfe by flight The third the quene did fight Where I was slaine being overmacht by might Before this last were other battayles three The first the erle of Salisbury led alone And fought on Bloreheth and got the victory In the next was I and my kinsfolke euerythone But seing our souldiers stale vnto our foen We warely brake our cumpany on a night Dissolved our hoaste and tooke our selues to flight This boye and I in Ireland did vs save Mine eldest sonne with Warwicke and his father To Caleys got whence by the reade I gave They came againe to London and did gather An other hoast wherof I spake not rather And met our foes slew many a lord and knight And tooke the King and drave the Queene to flight This done came I to England all in haste To make my claime vnto the realme and crowne And in the house while parliament did last I in the kinges seat boldly sat me downe And claymed it wherat the lordes did frowne But what for that I did so wel procede That al at last confest it mine in dede But sith the king had rayned now so long They would he should continue til he died And to the ende that than none did me wrong Protect●ur and heire apparant they me cryed But sith the Quene and others this denied I sped me toward the North where than she lay In minde by force to cause her to obey Wherof she warnde prepared a mighty power And ere that mine were altogether ready Came bold to Boswurth and besieged my bower Where like a beast I was so rashe and heady That out I would there could be no remedy With skant fiue thousand souldiers to assayle Fower times so many encampt to most avayle And so was slayne at first and while my childe Skarce twelve yere olde sought secretly to part That cruell Clifford lord nay Lorell wilde While the infant wept and praied him rue his smart Knowing what he was w t his dagger cla●e his hart This doen he came ●o the campe where I lay dead Dispoylde my corps and cut away my head And whan he had put a paper crowne theron As a gawring stocke he sent it to the Queen And she for spite commaunded it anon To be had to Yorke where that it might be seen They placed it where other traytours been This mischiefe Fortune did me after death Such was my life and such my losse of breath Wherfore see Baldwin that thou set it furth To the ende the fraude of Fortune may be knowen That eke all princes well may way the wurth Of thinges for which the sedes of warre be sowen No state so sure but soone is overthrowen No worldly good can counterpeyze the prise Of halfe the paynes that may therof arise Farre better it wer to loose a piece of right Than limmes and life in sousing for the same It is not force of frendship nor of might But god that causeth thinges to fro or frame Not wit but lucke doth wield the winners game Wherfore if we our follies would refrayne Time would redres all wronges we voyd of payne Wherfore warue princes not to wade in warre For any cause except the realmes defence Their troublous titles are vnwurthy farre The blud the life the spoyle of innocence Of frendes and foes behold my foule expence And never the nere best therfore tary time So right shall raigne and quiet calme ech crime WIth this mayster Ferrers shooke me by the sleve saying why how now man do you forget your selfe