The boldest Bassa then that dyd in life remaine Gan tremble at the sight hereof for priuy griefe and paine Thus when these fierce had fought from morning vntyl night Christ gaue his flocke the victory and put his foes to flight And of the Turkishe traine were eyght score Galleys tane Fiftéene sunke fiue and twenty burnt brought vnto their bane Of Christians set at large were fouretéene thousand soules Turkes twentie thousand registred in Belzebub his rolles Thus haue you nowe my Lordes the summe of all their fight And trust it all for true I tell for I was styll in sight But when the Seas were calme and skies began to cleare When foes were all or dead or fled and victors dyd appeare Then euery Christian sought amongst vs for his friende His kinsman or companion some succour them to lende And as they ransakte so loe God his wyll it was A noble wise Venetian by me dyd chaunce to passe Who gazing on my face dyd séeme to lyke me well And what my name and whence I was commaunded me to tel I now which waxed bolde as one that scaped had From déepest hell to highest heauen began for to be glad And with a liuely sprite began to plead◠my case And hid not from this worthy man myne auntient worthy race And tolde my fathers name and howe I dyd descende From Mountacutes by Mothers side nor there my tale dyd ende But furthermore I tolde my Fathers late exployte And how he left his lands goodes life to pay son Dieu son droit Nor of my selfe I craued so credited to bée For lo there were remaining yet These foure whom here you see Which all were Englishe borne and knewe I had not lyed And were my Fathers souldiors eke and sawe him how he dyed This graue Venetian who heard the famous name Of Mountacutes rehersed there which long had bene of fame In Italy and he of selfe same worthy race Gan straight with many curteous words in arms me to imbrace And kyssed me on chéeke and bad me make good chéere And thank the mighty hand of God for that which hapned there Confessing that he was him selfe a Mountacute And bare the selfe same armes that I dyd quarter in my scute And for a further proofe he shewed in his hat This token which the Mountacutes dyd beare alwaies for that They couet to be knowne from Capels where they passe For auncient grutch which lōg ago twene these two houses was Then tooke me by the hand and ledde me so aboorde His Galley where there were yféere full many a comely Lorde Of whome eyght Mountacutes dyd sitte in highest place To whome this first declared first my name and then my race Lo Lordings here quod he a babe of our owne bloods Whō Turks had tane his father slaine with losse of lands goods Sée how God fauours vs that I should find him nowe I straunge to him he straunge to mée we met I know not howe But sure when I him saw and gazed in his face Me thought he was a Mountacute I chose him by his grace Herewith he dyd rehearse my Fathers valiaunt deede For losse of whome eche Mountacute did séeme in heart to bléede They all embrast me then and straight as you may sée In comely garments trimde me vp as braue as braue may bée I was in sackcloath I nowe am I cladde in Golde And weare such roabes as I my selfe take pleasure to beholde Amongst their other giftes this token they me gaue And had me lyke a Mountacute my selfe alway behaue Nowe hearken then my Lordes I staying on the Seas In consort of these louely Lordes with comfort and with ease Determined with them in Italie to dwell And there by traine of youthfull yéeres in knowledge to excell That so I might at last réedifye the walles Which my good father had decaide by tossing fortunes balles And while they slice the Seas to their desired shore Beholde a lytle gale began encreasing more and more At last with raging blast which from Southeast dyd blowe Gan sende our sailes vpon these shores which I ful wel did know I spyed the Chalkie Clyues vpon the Kentishe coast Whereby our Lande hight Albyon as Brutus once dyd boast Which I no sooner sawe but to the rest I sayde Siate di buona voglta My Lordes be well apaide I sée by certaine signes these Tempestes haue vs cast Vpon my natiue countrey coastes with happy hap at last And if your honours please this honour me to doo In Englishe hauens to harbour you and sée our Citties too Lo London is not farre whereas my friendes would bée Right glad with fauour to requite your fauour shewed to mée Vouchsafe my Lordes quod I to stay vpon this strand And whiles your Barks be rigged new remaine with me on land Who though I bée a Boye my Father dead and slaine Yet shall you see I haue some friendes which wyll you entertaine These Noble men which are the flowre of curtesie Dyd not disdaine this my request but tooke it thankfullie And from their battered Barkes commaunded to be cast Some Gondalaes wherin vpon our pleasant streames they past Into the month of Thames thus dyd I them transport And to London at the last whereas I heard report Euen as we landed first of this twise happie day To thinke whereon I leapt for ioye as I both must and may And to these louely Lordes which are Magnificoes I dyd declare the whole discourse in order as it rose That you my Lorde who are the chiefest Mountacute And he whome Englishe Mountacutes their onely staye impute Had found the meanes this daye to match your sonne and heire In marriage with a worthy dame which is both fresh and faire And as reportes are spread of goodly quallyties A virgin trayned from hir youth in godly exercise Whose brother had like wise your daughter tane to wife And so by double lynkes enchaynde themselues in louers life These noble Mountacutes which were from Venice drouen By tempest as I tolde before wherewith they long had strouen Gan nowe giue thankes to God which so did them conuay To sée such honours of their kinne in such a happie day And straight they mée intreat whom they might wel commaund That I should come to you my Lord first them to recommaund And then this boone to craue that vnder your protection They might be bolde to enter here deuoyd of all suspection And so in friendly wise for to conselebrate This happie match solemnized according to your state Lo this is all they craue the which I can not doubt But that your Lordship soone will graunt with more if more ye mought Yea were it for no more but for the Curtesie Which as I saye they shewde to me in greate extremitye They are Venetians and though from Venice reft They come in such Venecian robes as they on seas had left And since they be your friendes and kinsmen too by
to make amendes And therwithall to learne by troubles smarte What swéete repose the lawfull life vs lendes For when such plagues the mightie God vs sendes They come aswell to scourge offences past As eke to teach a better trade at last 85 And eke how much were better for the first To beare lowe sayle beginne the worlde anewe And stande content to muster with the worst Till God conuey them to some better crewe It better were to bydde all pryde adieu And stoupe betimes in hope to ryse againe Than still to striue against the streame in vaine 86 So were more méete for mealy mouthed men And bufle â—edlars with their Princes mates Wryters and rimers for to turne their penne In humble style vnto the loftie states And eke with tongue attending at their gates In lowly wise their fauour to beseeche Than still to stande in stoute and sturdie spéech 87 But mighty Mars hath many men in store Which wayte alwayes to keepe his kingdome vp Of whome no one doth shewe his seruice more Than lingring Hope which still doth beare his cuppe And flatteringly lendes euery man a suppe Which haunts his courte or in his progresse passe Hope brings the boll whereon they all must quasse 88 Th' ambitious Prince doth hope to conquer all The Dukes Earles Lords Knights hope to be kings The Prelates hope to pushe for Popish pall The Lawyers hope to purchase wonderous things The Merchaunts hope for no lesse reckenings The peasant hopes to get a Ferme at least All men are guestes where Hope doth holde the feast 89 Amongst the rest poore Miser is so drie And thristeth so to taste of some good chaunge That he in haste to Hope runnes by and by And drinkes so déepe although the taste be straunge That madding moode doth make his wittes to raunge And he runnes on were Hope doth leade the way Most commonly God knowes to his decaye 90 So that for companie he sings the same Which Haughty harte and Greedy minde do sing He saieth that Bellum bréedeth grief of game And though at first it séeme a pleasant thing At last sayeth he it striketh with a sting And leaues a skarre although the wound be heald Which giues disgrace and cannot be conceald 91 To proue this true how many in my dayes And I for one might be rehearced here Who after proofe of diuers wandring wayes Haue bene constreynd to sit with sorie cheere Close in a corner fumbled vp for feare Till froÌ„ such dennes drummes dubbe hath calld theÌ„ forth To chaunge their chaunce for lottes ofte little worth 92 But here me thinks I heare some carping tong That barkes a pace and killes me with his crie One thinkes he sayes that all this geare goeth wrong When workes of warre are wrotte by such as I Me thinkes I heare him still this text applie That euill may those presume to teache a trade Which nay themselues in Schollers roome did wade 93 And for bycause my selfe confessed haue That more than might by writte expressed be I may not séeme aboue my skill to braue Since yet mine eyes the warres did neuer sée Therefore say some how fonde a foole is he That takes in hande to write of worthy warre Which neuer yet hath come in any iarre 94 No iarre good sir yes yes and many iarres For though my penne of curtesie did putte A difference twixt broyles and bloudie warres Yet haue I shot at maister Bellums butte And throwen his ball although I toucht no tutte I haue percase as déepely dealt the dole As he that hit the marke and gat the gole 95 For I haue séene full many a Flushyng fraye And fléest in Flaunders eke among the rest The bragge of Bruges where was I that daye Before the walles good sir as braue as best And though I marcht all armde withouten rest From Aerdenburgh and back againe that night Yet madde were he that would haue made me knight 96 So was I one forsooth that kept the towne Of Aerdenburgh withouten any walles From all the force that could be dressed downe By Alba Duke for all his cries and calles A high exployte Wée held the Flemings thralles Seuen dayes and more without or bragges or blowes For all that while we neuer herd of foes 97 I was againe in trench before Tergoes I dare not say in siege for bothe mine eares For looke as oft as euer Hell brake lose I meane as often as the Spainish peares Made salie foorth I speake this to my pheares It was no more but which Cock for a groate Such troupes we were to kéepe them vp in coate 98 Yet surely this withouten bragge or boast Our English bloudes did there full many a déede Which may be Chronicled in euery coaste For bolde attempts and well it was agréed That had their heades bene rulde by warie héede Some other feate had bene attempted then To shew their force like worthie English men 99 Since that siege raysde I romed haue about In Zéeland Holland Waterland and all By sea by land by ayre and all throughout As leaping lottes and chance did séeme to call Now here now there as fortune trilde the ball Where good Guyllam of Nassau badde me be There néeded I none other guyde but he 100 Percase sometimes S. Gyptians pilgrymage Did carie me a moneth yea sometimes more To brake the Bowres and racke them in a rage Bicause they had no better chéere in store Beefe Mutton Capon Plouer Pigeons Bore All this was naught and for no Souldiours toothe Were these no iarres speake now Sir yes forsoothe 101 And by my troth to speake euen as it is Such prankes were playde by Souldiours dayly there And though my self did not therein amisse As God he knowes and men can witnesse beare Yet since I had a charge I am not cleare For seldome climes that Captaine to renowne Whose Souldiours faults so plucke his honour downe 102 Well let that passe I was in rolling trench At Ramykins where little shotte was spent For gold and groates their matches still did quenche Which kept the Forte and forth at last they went So pinde for hunger almost tenne dayes pent That men could sée no wrincles in their faces Their pouder packt in caues and priuie places 103 Next that I serude by night and eke by daie By Sea by lande at euery time and tide Against Mountdragon whiles he did assaie To lande his men along the salt sea side For well he wist that Ramykins went wide And therfore sought with victuall to supplie Poore Myddleburgh which then in suddes did lie 104 And there I sawe full many a bold attempt By séelie soules best executed aye And brauest bragges the foemens force to tempt Accomplished but coldely many a daye The Souldiour charge the leader lope away The willing drumme a lustie marche to sounde Whiles ranke retyrers gaue their enimies ground 105 Againe at Seathe Souldiour forward still When Mariners had little lust to
calling to minde that there is a noble house of the Mountacutes in Italie and therwithall that the L. Mountacute here doth quarter the coate of an auncient English Gentleman called Mounthermer and hath the inheritaunce of the sayde house dyd therevpon deuise to bring in a Boye of the age of twelue or .xiiii. yeeres who should faine that he was a Mounthermer by the fathers side and a Mountacute by the mothers side and that his father being slaine at the last warres against the Turke and he there taken hee was recouered by the Venetians in their last victorie and with them sayling towardes Venice they were driuen by tempest vpon these coastes and so came to the mariage vpon report as followeth and the sayde Boye pronounced the deuise in this sort WHat wōder you my Lords why gaze you gentlemen And wherefore maruaile you Mez Dames I praye you tell mée then◠Is it so rare a sight or yet so straunge a toye Amongst so many nooble péeres to sée one Pouer Boye Why boyes haue bene allowed in euerye kinde of age As Ganymede that pretye boye in Heauen is Ioue his page Cupid that mighty God although his force be fearse Yet is he but a naked Boye as Poets doe rehearse And many a préetye boye a mightye man hath proued And serued his Prince at all assayes deseruing to bée loued Percase my strange attire my glittering golden gite Doth eyther make you maruaile thus or moue you with delite Yet wonder not my Lordes for if your honours please But euen to giue me eare a while I wyll your doubtes appease And you shall knowe the cause wherefore these roabes are worne And why I goe outlandishe lyke yet being Englishe borne And why I thus presume to presse into this place And why I simple boye am bolde to looke such men in face Fyrst then you must perstande I am no straunger I But English boye in England borne and bred but euen hereby My father was a Knight Mount Hermer was his name My mother of the Mountacutes a house of worthy fame My father from his youth was trained vp in field And alwayes toke his chiefe delight in helmet speare and shielde Soldado for his life and in his happie dayes Soldado like hath lost his life to his immortall prayse The thundering fame which blewe about the worlde so wyde Howe that the Christian enemye the Turke that Prince of pride Addressed had his power to swarme vppon the Seas With Gallies foists and such liks ships well armde at al assaies And that he made his vaunt the gréedy fishe to glut With gobs of Christian carkasses in eruell péeces cut These newes of this report did pearce my fathers eares But neuer touched his noble heart with any sparke of feares For well he knewe the trade of all the Turkishe warres And had amongst them shed his blood at many cruell iarres In Rhodes his race begonne a slender tale yong man Where he by many martiall feats his spurres of knighthood wan Yea though the péece was lost yet won he honour styll And euermore against the Turkes he warred by his wyll At Chios many knowe how hardily he fought And howe with streames of stryuing blood his honoure deare hée bought At length enforst to yéeld with many captaines mo He bought his libertie with Landes and let his goodes ago Zechines of glistering golde two thousand was his price The which to paye his landes must leape for else he were vnwise Beléeue me nowe my Lordes although the losse be mine Yet I confesse them better solde than lyke a slaue to pine For landes maye come againe but lybertie once lost Can neuer finde such recompence as counteruailes the cost My selfe now know the case who lyke my fathers lot Was lyke of late for to haue lost my libertie God wot My father as I saye enforste to leaue his lande In mortgage to my mothers kinne for ready coyne in hande Gan nowe vpon these newes which earst I dyd rehearse Prepare himselfe to saue his pawne or else to léese his phearce And first his raunsome payde with that which dyd remaine He rigged vp a proper Barke was called Leffort Brittaine And lyke a venturer besides him séemely selfe Determined for to venture me and all his worldly pelfe Perhappes some hope of gaine perswaded so his minde For sure his hauty heart was bent some greate exploite to finde Howe so it were the windes nowe hoysted vp our sailes Wée furrowing in the foming flooddes to take our best auailes Now hearken to my wordes and marke you well the same For nowe I wyll declare the cause wherefore I hyther came My father as I saye had set vp all his rest And tost on seas both daye and night disdayning ydle rest We left our forelandes ende we past the coast of Fraunce We reacht the cape of Finis Terre our course for to aduaunce We past Marrocchus streightes and at the last descried The fertile coastes of Cyprus soile whicch I my selfe first spyed My selfe a foreward boye on highest top was plast And there I saw the Cyprian shoare whereto we sayld in haste Which when I had declared vnto the masters mate He lepte for ioye and thanked God of that our happy state But what remaines to man that can continue long What sunne can shine so cleare bright but cloudes may ryse among Which sentence soone was proued by our vnhappy hap We thought our selues full néere our friendes light in enemies lap The Turke that Tirant he with siege had girte the walles Of famous Famagosta then and sought to make them thralles And as he laye by lande in strong and stately trenche So was his power prest by Sea his Christian foes to drenche Vpon the waltring waues his Foistes and Gallies fléete More forrest like than orderly for such a man most méete This heauy sight once seene we turnde our course apace And set vp al our sailes in haste to giue suche furie place But out alas our willes and windes were contrarie For raging blastes did blowe vs still vppon our enimie My father séeing then whereto he néedes must go And that the mighty hand of God had it appointed so Most like a worthy knight though certaine of his death Gan cleane forget all wayling wordes as lauishe of his breath And to his Christian crewe this too shorte tale he told To comfort them which séemde to faint make the coward bold Fellowes in armes quod hée although I beare the charge And take vpon mée chieftaines name of this vnhappy barge Yet are you all my pheares and as one companie Wée must like true companions togeather liue and die You sée quod hée our foes with furious force at hand And in whose handes our handfull heere vnable is to stand What resteth then to doe should we vnto them yéeld And wifully receiue that yoke which Christians cannot weld No sure hereof be sure our liues were so vnsure And though we liue yet so
bée counted a very lymbe of the Diuill Many yeares since one of the moste dreadfull dasterdes in the world and one of them that first deuissed to weare his beard at length lest the Barbor might doe him a good turne soner then he looked for it and yet not so soone as he deserued had builded for his security a pile on the hyghest and most inaccessible mount of all his Territores the which being fortyfied with strong walles and enuyroned with deepe ditches had no place of entire but one onely doore so strayght and narrow as might by any possibility receiue the body of one liuing man from which he asended vp a ladder and so créeping through a meruelous strait hole attayned to his lodging that which was so dark obscure as scarcely either sunne or ayre could enter into it thus hee deuised to lodge in safetie and for the more suertye gane truste none other letting downe this ladder but only his wife and at the foote therof kept alwaies by daye light a fierce mastife close enkeneled which neuer sawe nor hearde the face or voice of any other creature but onelye of them twoo him by night he trusted with the scout of this prety passage hauing neuerthelesse betwéen him this dogge a double doore with treble lockes quadrible barres and before all a port coulez of Iron neither yet could he bée so hardye as to sléepe vntyll he had caused a garde of seruauntes whome he kept abroade for that purpose to search all the corners adioyning to all his fortresse and that betwéene fearefull sweate and chyuering cold with one eye opened the other closed he stole sometimes a broken sléepe deuided with many terrible dreames In this sort the wretch lyued all to long vntyll at last his Wife being not able any longer to supporte this hellishe life grewe so hardye as with his owne knife to dispatche his carkas out of this earthlye purgatorye the which being done his soule and good reason was quickly conueyed by Carone vnto hell there Radamanthus Iudge of that benche commaunded him quicklye to be thrust into a boyling poole and being therein plonged very often hée neuer shryked or cryed I skalde as his other companions there cryed but séemed so lightlye to estéeme it that the Iudge thought méete to condempne him vnto the most terrible place where are such tormentes as neyther penne can wryte tongue expresse or thought conceyue but the myser euen there seemed to smyle and to make small accompt of his punishment Radamanthus hereof enformed sent for him and demaunded the cause why he made so light of his duraunce he aunswered that whyles he lyued on earth he was so continually afflicted and oppressed with suspicion as that now only to thinke that he was out of those meditations was sufficient armour to defend him from all other tormentes Radamanthus astonied hereat gan call togeather the Senators of that kingdome and propounded this question howe by what punnishment they might deuise to touche him according to his deserts herevpon fell great disputation at last being coÌ„sidered that he had already him plonged in the most vnspeakable torments therat litle or nothing had changed couÌ„tenance there withal that no soule was sent vnto theÌ„ to be relieued of his smart but rather to be punished for his former delights it was coÌ„cluded by the general couÌ„sel that he should be eftsones sent into the world restored to the same body wherein he first had his resiance so to remain for perpetuity and neuer to depart nor to perish Thus this body and soule being once againe vnited and nowe eftsones with the same pestilence infected he became of a suspicious man Suspicion it selfe and now the wretch remembring the treason of his wife who had so willingly dispatched him once before gan vtterly abhorre hir and fled hir company searching in all countries some place of better assurance and when he had in vaine trode ouer the most part of the earth he embarked himself to find some vnknowen Ilande wherein he might frame some newe habitation and finding none so commodious as hée desired he fortuned â—â—yling aloane by the shoare to espy arock more than sixe hundreth Cubits high which hong so suspiciously ouer the seas as though it would threateâ— to fall at euerye litle blast this dyd Suspition Imaginâ— to be a fit foundation whereon he might build his seconâ— Bower hée forsooke his boate and trauailed by lande to espie what entrye or accesse might bée made vnto the same and founde from lande no maner of entrie or accesse vnlesse it were that some curteouse Byrd of the ayre would be Ambassadour or conuey some Engins as whilom the Eagle did carrie Ganymedes into heauen He then returned to Seas and approching neere to this rocke founde a small streame of fresh water issuing out of the same into the Seas the whiche although it were so lytle and so straight as might vnethes receyue a boat of bygnesse to carry one liuing creature at once yet in his conceypt hee thought it more large and spatious than that broad waye called of our forefathers Via appia or than that other named Elaminia he abandoned his barke and putting of his clothes aduentured for he was now asured not to drown to wade and swim against the streame of this vnknown brooke the which a wondrous thing to tell and skarcelye to be beléeued came downe from the very top and height of this rock and by the waye he found six strayghts dangerous places wher the water séemed to staye his course passing vnder six strayght and lowe bridges and harde by euery of those places a pyle raysed vp in manner of a Bulworke the which were hollow in such sorte as lodginges and other places necessary might in them commodiously be deuised by suche one as coulde endure the hellishnes of the place Passing by these hée attayned wyth much payne vnto the toppe of the Rocke the which hée found hollowed as the rest and farre more fite for hys security than otherwise apt for any commodity Ther gan Suspition determine to nestle hymselfe and hauing now placed sixe chosen porters to wit Dread Mistrust Wrath Desperation Frensie and Fury at these sixe straung Bulworkes he lodged himselfe in that vii al alone for he trusted no company but euer mistrusting that his wife should eftsonnes finde him out therein hée shricketh comtynually lyke to a shrich owle to keepe the watch wakyng neuer content to sleep by day nor by night But to be sure that he should not ouer sleepe him selfe gane stuffe hys couch with Porpentines quilles to the ende that when heauy sleep ouercame him and he thereby should be constrayned to charge his pallad with more heauye burden those plumes might then pricke through and so awake him His garments were steele vpon yron and that yron vpon Iron and Iron agayne and the more he was armed the lesse he trusted to be out of daunger He chopped and changed
men as maye confesse with me How contrary the lots of loue to all true louers bée Let Patience be the Priest the Clarke be Close conceipt The Sertin be Simplicitie which meaneth no disceipt Let almes of Loue be delt euen at the Chaunsell doore And feede them there with freshe delayes as I haue bene of yore Then let the yongest sort be set to ring Loues Bels And pay Repentance for their paines but giue thē nothing else Thus when the Dirge is done let euery man depart And learne by me what harme it is to haue a faithfull hart Those litle landes I haue mine heyre must needes possesse His name is Lust the landes be losse few louers scape with lesse The rest of all my goodes which I not here rehearse Giue learned Poets for their paines to decke my Tombe with verse And let them write these wordes vpon my carefull chest Lo here he lies that was as true in loue as is the best Alas I had forgot the Parsons dewe to paye And so my soule in Purgatorye might remaine alway Then for my priuie Tythes as kysses caught by stealth Sweete collinges such other knackes as multiplied my wealth I giue the Vickar here to please his gréedie wyll A deintie dishe of suger soppes but saust with sorrow stil And twise a wéeke at least let dight them for his dishe On Fridayes and on wednesdaies to saue expence of fishe Nowe haue I much bequeathed and litle left behinde And others mo must yet be serued or else I were vnkinde Wet eyes and wayling wordes Executours I make And for their paines ten pound of teares let either of them take Let sorrow at the last my Suprauisor be And stedfastnesse my surest steade I giue him for his fée Yet in his pattent place this Sentence of prouiso That he which loueth stedfastly shall want no sauce of sorrow Thus now I make an ende of this my wearie wyll And signe it with my simple hand and set my seale there tyll And you which reade my wordes although they be in rime Yet reason may perswade you eke Thus louers dote sometime The Subscription and seale MY mansion house was Mone from Dolours dale I came I Fato Non Fortuna hight lo now you know my name My seale is sorrowes sythe within a fielde of flame Which cuts in twaine a carefull heart that sweltreth in the same Fato non Fortuna ALas lo now I heare the passing Bell Which Care appointeth carefullye to knoule And in my brest I féele my heart now swell To breake the stringes which ioynde it to my soule The Crystall yse which lent mine eyes their light Doth now waxe dym and dazeled all with dread My senses all wyll now forsake me quite And hope of health abandoneth my head My wearie tongue can talke no longer now My trembling hand nowe leaues my penne to hold My ioynts nowe stretch my body cannot bowe My skinne lookes pale my blood now waxeth cold And are not these the very panges of death Yes sure sweete heart I know them so to bée They be the panges which striue to stop my breath They be the panges which part my loue from thée What sayd I Loue Nay life but not my loue My life departes my loue continues styll My lothed lyfe may from my corpse remoue My louing Loue shall alwayes worke thy wyll It was thy wyll euen thus to trye my truth Thou hast thy wyll my truth may now be sene It was thy wyll that I should dye in youth Thou hast thy wyll my yeares are yet but grene Thy penaunce was that I should pine in paine I haue performde thy penaunce all in wo Thy pleasure was that I should here remaine I haue bene glad to please thy fansie so Nowe since I haue performed euery part Of thy commaunde as neare as tongue can tell Content thée yet before my muse depart To take this Sonet for my last farewell Fato non fortuna His Farewell FArewell déere Loue whome I haue loued and shall Both in this world and in the world to come For proofe whereof my sprite is Charons thrall And yet my corpse attendant on thy toome Farewell déere swéete whose wanton wyll to please Eche taste of trouble séemed mell to me Farewell swéete deare whose doubtes for to appease I was contented thus in bale to be Farewell my lyfe farewell for and my death For thee I lyu'd for thee nowe must I dye Farewell from Bathe whereas I feele my breath Forsake my breast in great perplexitie Alas how welcome were this death of mine If I had dyde betweene those armes of thine Fato non Fortuna The Reporters conclusion WHere might I now find flooddes of flowing teares So to suffice the swelling of mine eyes How might my breast vnlode the bale it beares Alas alas how might my tongue deuise To tell this weary tale in wofull wise To tell I saye these tydinges nowe of truth Which may prouoke the craggy rockes to rush In depth of dole would God that I were drownde Where flattering ioyes might neuer find me out Or graued so within the gréedy grounde As false delights might neuer bréede my doubt Nor guilefull loue hir purpose bring about Whose trustlesse traines in collours for to paint I find by proofe my wittes are all to faint I was that man whome destinies ordeine To beare eche griefe that groweth on the mold I was that man which proued to my paine More panges at once than can with tongue be told I was that man hereof you maye be hold Whome heauen and earth did frame to scoffe and scorne I I was he which to that ende was borne Suffized not my selfe to taste the fruite Of sugred sowres which growe in gadding yeares But that I must with paine of lyke pursute Perceiue such panges by paterne of my peares And féele how fansies fume could fond my pheares Alas I find all fates against me bent For nothing else I lyue but to lament The force of friendship bound by holy othe Dyd drawe my wyll into these croked wayes For with my frend I went to Bathe though loth To lend some comfort in his dollie dayes The stedfast friend stickes fast at all assayes Yet was I loth such time to spend in vaine The cause whereof lo here I tell you playne By proofe I found as you may well perceiue That all good counsell was but worne in wast Such painted paines his passions did deceiue That bitter gall was mell to him in tast Within his will such rootes of ruine plast As graffes of griefes were only giuen to growe Where youth did plant and rash conceite did sowe I sawe at first his eares were open aye To euery tale which fed him with some hope As fast againe I sawe him turne away From graue aduise which might his conscience grope From reasons rule his fancie lightly lope He only gaue his mind to get that gaine Which most he wisht and least could yet attaine Not I
vpon him this same name and for proofe bringeth him for a witnesse which hath bene euer reputed here for Erostrato Phi. I will tel you sir let me be kept here fast in prison at my charges let there be some man sent into Sicilia that may bring hither with him two or thrée of the honestest mē in Cathanea and by them let it be proued if I or this other be Philogano and whether he be Erostrato or Dulipo my seruant if you finde me contrarie let me suffer death for it Pa. I will go salute master Doctour Cle. It will aske great labour great expences to proue it this way but it is the best remedie that I can see Pa. God saue you sir Cle. And reward you as you haue deserued Pa. Then shall he giue me your fauour continually Cle. He shall giue you a halter knaue and villein that thou arte Pa. I knowe I am a knaue but no villein I am your seruaunt Cle. I neither take thée for my seruāt nor for my friend Pa. Why wherein haue I offended you sir Cle. Hence to the gallowes knaue Pa. What softe and faire sir I pray you I praesequar you are mine elder Cle. I will be euen with you be you sure honest man. Pa. Why sir I neuer offended you Cle. Well I will teach you out of my sight knaue Pa. What I am no dogge I would you wist Cle. Pratest thou yet villein I will make thée Pa. What will you make me I sée wel the more a man doth suffer you the worsse you are Cle. Ah villein if it were not for this gentleman I wold tell you what I. Pa. Villein nay I am as honest a man as you Cle. Thou liest in thy throate knaue Phi. O sir stay your wisedome Pas What will you fight marie come on Cle. Well knaue I will méete with you another time goe your way Pas Euen when you list sir I will be your man. Cle. And if I be not euen with thee call me out Pas Nay by the Masse all is one I care not for I haue nothing if I had either landes or goods peraduenture you would pull me into the lawe Phi. Sir I perceiue your pacience is moued Cle. This villaine but let him goe I will see him punished as he hath deserued Now to the matter how said you Phi. This fellow hath disquieted you sir peraduenture you would be loth to be troubled any further Cle. Not a whit say on let him go with a vengeance Phi. I say let them send at my charge to Cathanea Cle. Yea I remember that wel it is the surest way as this case requireth but tel me how is he your seruant and how come you by him enforme me fully in the matter Phi. I will tell you sir when the Turkes won Otranto Cle. Oh you put me in remembrance of my mishappes Phi. How sir Cle. For I was driuen among the rest out of the towne it is my natiue countrey and there I lost more than euer I shall recouer againe while I liue Phi. Alas a pitifull case by S. Anne Cle. Well procéede Phi. At that time as I saide there were certaine of our countrey that scoured those costes vpon the seas with a good barke well appointed for the purpose and had espiall of a Turkey vessell that came laden from thence with great aboundance of riches Cle. And peraduenture most of mine Phi. So they boarded them in the end ouercame them brought the goods to Palermo 〈◊〉 whence they came and amōgst other things that they had was this villeine my seruaunt a boy at that time I thinke not past fiue yéeres olde Cle. Alas I lost one of that same age there Phi. And I beyng there and liking the Childes fauour well proffered them foure and twentie ducates for him and had him Cle. What was the childe a Turke or had the Turkes brought him from Otranto Phi. They saide he was a Childe of Otranto but what is that to the matter once .xxiiij. Ducattes he cost me that I wot well Cle. Alas I speake it not for that sir I woulde it were he whome I meane Phi. Why whom meane you sir Liti. Beware sir be not to lauish Cle. Was his name Dulipo then or had he not another name Liti. Beware what you say sir Phi. What the deuill hast thou to doe Dulipo no sir his name was Carino Liti. Yea well said tell all and more to doe Cle. O Lord if it be as I thinke how happie were I why did you change his name then Phi. We called him Dulipo bycause when he cryed as Chrildren doe sometimes he woulde alwayes cry on that name Dulipo Cle. Well then I sée well it is my owne onely Childe whome I loste when I loste my countrie he was named Carino after his grandfather and this Dulipo whome he alwayes remembred in his lamenting was his foster father that nourished him and brought him vp Li. Sir haue I not told you enough of the falshood of Ferara this gentleman will not only picke your purse but beguile you of your seruaunt also make you beleue he is his son Cle. Well goodfellow I haue not vsed to lie Liti. Sir no but euery thing hath a beginning Cle. Fie Philogano haue you not the least suspecte that may be of me Liti. No marie but it were good he had the most suspecte that may be Cle. Well hold thou thy peace a litle good follow I pray you tell me Philogano had the child any remembrance of his fathers name his mothers name or the name of his familie Phi. He did remember them and could name his mother also but sure I haue forgotten the name Liti. I remember it well enough Phi. Tell it then Liti. Nay that I will not marie you haue tolde him too much al ready Phi. Tell it I say if thou can Liti. Cā yes by the masse I cā wel enough but I wil haue my tong pulled out rather thā tell it vnlesse he tell it first doe you not perceiue sir what he goeth about Cle. Well I will tell you then my name you know alredy my wife his mothers name was Sophronia the house that I came of they call Spiagia Liti. I neuer heard him speake of Spiagia but in déede I haue heard him say his mothers name was Sophronia but what of that a great matter I promise you It is like enoughe that you two haue compact together to deceiue my maister Cle. What nedeth me more euident tokens this is my sonne out of doubt whom I lost eighteen yeares since and a thousand thousand times haue I lamented for him he shuld haue also a mould on his left shoulder Li. He hath a moulde there in deede and an hole in an other place to I would your nose were in it Cle. Faire wordes fellow Litio oh I pray you let vs goe talke with him O fortune howe much am I bounde to thée if I
vnto the right hand taking the crownes from the kings heads she crowned therwith the ij slaues casting the vyle clothes of the slaues vpon the kings she despoyled the kings of their robes and therwith apparelled the slaues This done she was drawen eftsones about the stage in this order and then departed leauing vnto vs a plaine Type or figure of vnstable fortune who dothe oftentimes raise to heighte of dignitie the vile and vnnoble and in like manner throweth downe frō the place of promotiō euen those whō before she hir selfe had thither aduaunced after hir departure came in Duke Creon with foure gentlemen wayting vpon him and lamented the death of Meneceus his sonne in this maner Actus .iij. Scena .1 CREON. CHORVS ALas what shall I do bemone my selfe Or rue the ruine of my Natiue lande About the which such cloudes I sée enclosde As darker cannot couer dreadfull hell With mine own eyes I saw my own deare sonne All gorde with bloud of his too bloudy brest Which he hath shed full like a friend too deare To his countrey and yet a cruell foe To me that was his friend and father both Thus to him selfe he gaynde a famous name And glory great to me redoubled payne Whose haplesse death in my afflicted house Hath put suche playnt as I ne can espie What comfort might acquiet their distresse I hither come my sister for to séeke Iocasta she that might in wofull wise Amid hir high and ouer pining cares Prepare the baynes for his so wretched corps And eke for him that nowe is not in life May pay the due that to the dead pertaynes And for the honor he did well deserue To giue some giftes vnto infernall Gods. Cho. My Lorde your sister is gone forth long since Into the campe and with hir Antigone Hir daughter deare Cre. Into the campe alas and what to do Cho. She vnderstoode that for this realme foorthwith Hir sonnes were gréed in combate for to ioyne Cre. Alas the funerals of my deare sonne Dismayed me so that I ne did receiue Ne séeke to knowe these newe vnwelcome newes But loe beholde a playne apparant signe Of further feares the furious troubled lookes Of him that commeth heere so hastilye Scena 2. NVNCIVS CREON. CHORVS ALas alas what shall I doe alas What shriching voyce may serue my wofull wordes O wretched I ten thousande times a wretch The messanger of dread and cruell death Cre. Yet more mishap and what vnhappie newes Nun. My Lord your nephues both haue lost their liues Cre. Out and alas to me and to this towne Thou doest accompt great ruine and decay You royall familie of Oedipus And heare you this your liege and soueraigne Lordes The brethren both are slayne and done to death Cho. O cruell newes most cruell that can come O newes that might these stony walles prouoke For tender ruthe to brust in bitter teares And so they would had they the sense of man. Cre. O worthy yong Lordes that vnworthy were Of such vnworthy death O me moste wretch Nun. More wretched shall ye déeme your selfe my lord When you shall heare of further miserie Cre. And can there be more miserie than this Nun. With hir deare sonnes the quéene hir self is slaine Cho. Bewayle ladies alas good ladies waile This harde mischaunce this cruell common euill Ne hencefoorth hope for euer to reioyce Cre. O Iocasta miserable mother What haplesse ende thy life alas hath hent Percase the heauens purueyed had the same Moued therto by the wicked wedlocke Of Oedipus thy sonne yet might thy scuse But iustly made that knewe not of the crime But tell me messanger oh tell me yet The death of these two brethren driuen therto Not thus all onely by their drearie fate But by the banning and the bitter cursse Of their cruell sire borne for our annoy And here on earth the onely soursse of euill Nun. Then know my Lorde the battell that begonne Vnder the walles was brought to luckie ende Eteocles had made his fotemen flée Within their trenches to their foule reproche But herewithall the brethren both straightway Eche other chalenge foorth into the fielde By combate so to stinte their cruell strife Who armed thus amid the fielde appeard First Polynice turning toward Gréece His louely lookes gan Iuno thus beséeche O heauenly quéene thou séest that since the day I first did wedde Adrastus daughter deare And stayde in Gréece thy seruaunt haue I bene Then be it not for mine vnworthinesse Graunt me this grace the victorie to winne Graunt me that I with high triumphant hande May bathe this blade within my brothers brest I know I craue vnworthy victorie Vnworthy triumphes and vnworthy spoyles Lo he the cause my cruell enimie The people wept to beare the wofull wordes Of Polynice foreséeing eke the ende Of this outrage and cruell combate tane Eche man gan looke vpon his drouping mate With mindes amazed and trembling hearts for dread Whom pitie perced for these youthfull knightes Eteocles with eyes vp cast to heauen Thus sayde O mightie loue his daughter graunt to me That this right hande with this sharpe armed launce Passing amid my brothers cankred brest It may eke pierce that cowarde hart of his And so him slea that thus vnworthily Disturbes the quiet of our common weale So sayde Eteocles and trumpets blowne To sende the summons of their bloudy fighte That one the other fiercely did encounter Like Lions two yfraught with boyling wrath Bothe coucht their launces full agaynst the face But heauen it nolde that there they should them teinte Vpon the battred shields the mightie speares Are bothe ybroke and in a thousande shiuers Amid the ayre flowne vp into the heauens Beholde agayne with naked sworde in hande Eche one the other furiously assaultes Here they of Thebes there stoode the Greekes in doubt Of whom doth eche man féele more chilling dread Least any of the twayne should lose his life Than any of the twayne did féele in fight Their angry lookes their deadly daunting blowes Might witnesse well that in their heartes remaynde As cankred hate disdayne and furious moode As euer bred in beare or tygers brest The first that hapt to hurt was Polinice Who smote the righte thighe of Eteocles But as we déeme the blow was nothing déepe Then cryed the Gréekes and lepte with lightned harts But streight agayne they helde their peace for why Eteocles gan thrust his wicked sworde In the lefte arme of vnarmed Pollinice And let the bloud from bare vnfenced fleshe With falling drops distill vpon the ground Ne long he stayes but with an other thrust His brothers belly boweld with his blade Then wretched he with bridle left at large From of his horsse fell pale vpon the ground Ne long it was but downe our duke dismountes From of his startling steede and runnes in hast His brothers haplesse helme for to vnlace And with such hungry minde desired spoyle As one that thought the fielde already woonne
For lo these naked walles do well declare My latest leaue of thée I taken haue And vnknowen coastes which I must séeke with care Do well diuine that there shal be my graue There shall my death make many for to mone Skarce knowne to them well knowne to thee alone This bowne of thée as last request I craue When true report shall sounde my death with fame Vouchsafe yet then to go vnto my graue And there first write my byrth and then my name And how my life was shortned many yeares By womens wyles as to the world appeares And in reward of graunt to this request Permit O God my toung these woordes to tell When as his pen shall write vpon my chest With shriking voyce mine owne deare friend farewell No care on earth did séeme so much to me As when my corps was forst to part from thée Si fortunatus infoelix He wrote to the same friend from Excester this Sonet following A Hundreth sonnes in course but not in kind Can witnesse well that I possesse no ioye The feare of death which fretteth in my mind Consumes my hart with dread of darke anoye And for eche sonne a thousand broken sléepes Deuide my dreames with fresh recourse of cares The youngest sister sharpe hir sheare she kéepes To cut my thred and thus my life it weares Yet let such daies such thousand restlesse nights Spit forth their spite let fates eke showe their force Deathes daunting dart where so his buffet lights Shall shape no change within my friendly corse But dead or liue in heauen in earth in hell I wil be thine where so my carkase dwell Si fortunatus infoelix He wrote to the same friend from Founteine belle eaü in Fraunce this Sonnet in commendation of the said house of Fountaine bel'eaü NOt stately Troye though Priam yet did liue Could now compare Founteine bel'eaü to passe Nor Syrian towers whose loftie steppes did striue To climbe the throne where angry Saturne was For outward shew the ports are of such price As skorne the cost which Cesar spilt in Roome Such works within as stayne the rare deuise Which whilome he Apelles wrought on toome Swift Tiber floud which fed the Romayne pooles Puddle to this where Christall melts in streames The pleasaunt place where Muses kept their schooles Not parcht with Phoebe nor banisht from his beames Yeeld to those Dames nor sight nor fruite nor smell Which may be thought these gardens to excell Si fortunatus infoelix He wrote vnto a Skotish Dame whom he chose for his Mistresse in the French Court as followeth LAdy receyue receiue in gracious wise This ragged verse these rude ill skribled lines Too base an obiect for your heauenly eyes For he that writes his fréedome lo resignes Into your handes and fréely yéelds as thrall His sturdy necke earst subiect to no yoke But bending now and headlong prest to fall Before your féete such force hath beauties stroke Since then mine eyes which skornd our English dames In forrayne courtes haue chosen you for fayre Let be this verse true token of my flames And do not drench your owne in déepe dispayre Onely I craue as I nill change for new That you vouchsafe to thinke your seruaunt trew Si fortunatus infoelix A Sonet written in prayse of the browne beautie compiled for the loue of Mistresse E. P. as foloweth THe thristles thred which pampred beauty spinnes In thraldom binds the foolish gazing eyes As cruell Spiders with their crafty ginnes In worthlesse webbes doe snare the simple Flies The garments gay the glittring golden gite The tysing talk which flowes from Pallas pooles The painted pale the too much red made white Are smiling baytes to fishe for louing fooles But lo when eld in toothlesse mouth appeares And hoary heares in stéede of beauties blaze Than had I wist doth teach repenting yeares The tickle track of craftie Cupides maze Twixt faire and foule therfore twixt great and small A louely nuthrowne face is best of all Si fortunatus infoelix Now to begin with another man take these verses written to be sent with a ryng wherein were engraued a Partrich in a Merlines foote THe Partridge in the pretie Mertines foote Who féeles hir force supprest with fearfulnesse And findes that strength nor strife can do hir boote To scape the danger of hir déepe distresse These wofull wordes may séeme for to reherse Which I must write in this waymenting verse What helpeth now sayeth she dame natures skill To die my feathers like the dustie ground Or what preuayles to lend me winges at will Which in the ayre can make my bodie bound Since from the earth the dogges me draue perforce And now aloft the Hauke hath caught my corse If chaunge of colours could not me conuey Yet mought my wings haue scapt the dogges despite And if my wings did fayle to flie away Yet mought my strength resist the Merlines might But nature made the Merline mée to kill And me to yéeld vnto the Merlines will. My lot is like déere Dame beleue me well The quiet life which I full closely kept Was not content in happie state to dwell But forth in hast to gaze on thée it lept Desire thy dogge did spring me vp in hast Thou wert the Hauke whose tallents caught me fast What should I then séeke meanes to flie away Or striue by force to breake out of thy féete No no perdie I may no strength assay To striue with thée ywis it were not méete Thou art that Hauke whom nature made to hent me And I the Byrd that must therewith content me And since Dame nature hath ordayned so Hir happie hest I gladly shall embrace I yéeld my will although it were to wo I stand content to take my griefe for grace And seale it vp within my secrete hart Which seale receiue as token of my smart Spraeta tamen viuunt A louing Lady being wounded in the spring time and now galded eftsones with the remembrance of the spring doth therfore thus bewayle THis tenth of March when Aries receyud Dame Phoebus rayes into his horned head And I my selfe by learned lore perceyu'd That Ver approcht and frostie winter fled I crost the Thames to take the cherefull ayre In open féeldes the weather was so fayre And as I rowed fast by the further shore I heard a voyce which séemed to lament Whereat I stay'd and by a stately dore I left my Boate and vp on land I went Till at the last by lasting paine I found The wofull wight which made this dolefull sound In pleasant garden placed all alone I sawe a Dame who sat in weary wise With scalding sighes she vttred all hir mone The ruefull teares downe rayned from hir eyes Hir lowring head full lowe on hand she layed On knée hir arme and thus this Lady sayed Alas quod she behold eche pleasaunt gréene Will now renew his sommers liuery The fragrant flowers which haue not long bene séene Will florish
nones First from the minde it makes the heart to swell From thence the flesh is pampred euery parte The skinne is taught in Dyers shoppes to dwell The haire is curlde or frilled vp by arte Beléeue mée Batte our Countreymen of late Haue caughte such knackes abroade in forayne lande That most men call them Deuils incarnate So singular in theyr conceites they stande Nowe sir if I shall sée your maistershippe Come home disguysde and cladde in queynt araye As with a piketoothe byting on your lippe Your braue Mustachyos turnde the Turky waye A Coptanckt hatte made on a Flemmish blocke A nightgowne cloake downe trayling to your toes A slender sloppe close couched to your docke A curtold slipper and a shorte silke hose Bearing your Rapier pointe aboue the hilte And looking bigge like Marquise of all Beefe Then shall I coumpte your toyle and trauayle spilte Bycause my seconde P with you is chéefe But forwardes nowe although I stayde a while My hindmost P is worsse than bothe these two For it both bones and bodie doth defile With fouler blots than bothe those other doo Shorte tale to make this P can beare no blockes God shielde me Batte should beare it in his breast And with a dashe it spelleth piles and pockes A perlous P and woorsse than bothe the reste Now though I finde no cause for to suspect My Batte in this bycause he hath bene tryde Yet since such Spanish buttons can infect Kings Emperours Princes and the world so wide And since those sunnes do mellowe men so fast As most that trauayle come home very ripe Although by sweate they learne to liue and last When they haue daunced after Guydoes pype Therfore I thought it méete to warne my frende Of this foule P and so an ende of Ps. Now for thy diet marke my tale to ende And thanke me then for that is all my fees Sée thou excéede not in thrée double Vs The first is Wine which may enflame thy bloud The second Women such as haunte the stewes The thirde is Wilfulnesse which dooth no good These thrée eschue or temper them alwayes So shall my Batte prolong his youthfull yéeres And sée long George againe with happie dayes Who if he bée as faithfull to his féeres As hée was wonte will dayly pray for Batte And for Pencoyde and if it fall out so That Iames a Parrye doo but make good that Which he hath sayde and if he bée no no The best companion that long George can finde Then at the Spawe I promise for to bée In Auguste nexte if God turne not my minde Where as I would bée glad thyselfe to sée Till then farewell and thus I ende my song Take it in grée for else thou doest mée wrong Haud ictus sapio Gascoignes woodmanship written to the L. Grey of VVilton vpon this occasion the sayd L. Grey delighting amongst many other good qualities in chusing of his winter deare killing the same with his bowe did furnishe the Aucthor with a crossebowe cum pertinencijs and vouchsaued to vse his company in the said exercise calling him one of his woodmen Now the Aucthor shooting very often could neuer hitte any deare yea and oftentimes he let the heard passe by as though he had not seene thē VVhereat when this noble Lord tooke some pastime and had often put him in remembrance of his good skill in choosing and readinesse in killing of a winter deare he thought good thus to excuse it in verse MY woorthy Lord I pray you wonder not To sée your woodman shoote so ofte awrie Nor that he stands amased like a sot And lets the harmlesse deare vnhurt go by Or if he strike a Doe which is but carren Laugh not good Lord but fauoure such a fault Take will in worth he would faine hit the barren But though his harte be good his happe is naught And therefore now I craue your Lordships leaue To tell you plaine what is the cause of this First if it please your honour to perceyue What makes your woodman shoote so ofte amisse Beléeue me L. the case is nothing strange He shootes awrie almost at euery marke His eyes haue bene so vsed for to raunge That now God knowes they be both dimme and darke For proofe he beares the note of follie now Who shotte sometimes to hit Philosophie And aske you why forsooth I make auow Bicause his wanton wittes went all awrie Next that he shot to be a man of lawe And spent sometime with learned Litleton Yet in the end he proued but a daw◠For lawe was darke and he had quickly done Then could he wish Fitzharbert such a braine As Tully had to write the lawe by arte So that with pleasure or with litle paine He might perhaps haue caught a trewants parte But all to late he most mislikte the thing Which most might helpe to guide his arrow streight ▪ He winked wrong and so let slippe the string Which cast him wide for all his queint conceit From thence he shotte to catch a courtly grace And thought euen there to wield the world at will But out alas he much mistooke the place And shot awrie at euery rouer still The blasing baits which drawe the gazing eye Vnfethered there his first affection No wonder then although he shot awrie Wanting the feathers of discretion Yet more than them the marks of dignitie He much mistooke and shot the wronger way Thinking the purse of prodigalitie Had bene best meane to purchase such a pray He thought the flattring face which fleareth still Had bene full fraught with all fidelitie And that such wordes as courtiers vse at will. Could not haue varied from the veritie But when his bonet buttened with gold His comelie cape begarded all with gay His bumbast hose with linings manifold His knit silke stocks and all his queint aray Had pickt his purse of all the Peter pence Which might haue paide for his promotion Then all to late he found that light expence Had quite quencht out the courts deuotion So that since then the tast of miserie Hath bene alwayes full bitter in his bit And why forsooth bicause he shot awrie Mistaking still the markes which others hit But now behold what marke the man doth find He shootes to be a souldier in his age Mistrusting all the vertues of the minde He trusts the power of his personage As though long limmes led by a lusty hart Might yet suffice to make him rich againe But Flushyng fraies haue taught him such a parte That now he thinks the warres yéeld no such gaine And sure I feare vnlesse your lordship deigne To traine him yet into some better trade It will be long before he hit the veine Whereby he may a richer man be made He cannot climbe as other catchers can To leade a charge before himselfe be led He cannot spoile the simple sakeles man Which is content to feede him with his bread He cannot pinch the painefull souldiers pay And sheare