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A18734
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The firste parte of Churchyardes chippes contayning twelue seuerall labours. Deuised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentilman.
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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1575
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than trodg thowe for the drink O boy I fear that I shall sownd befoer thow com I thinck Out â—lings the lad vp goes the w and at a windowe pride Untill at length faâ—re of ful wel her husband had she spyde Alas go â—ied the quickly freer sayd she if that thow can For â—â—er at â—and I do not fain thear commeth my good man. â—erâ— is no corner to get owt ful 〈◊〉 is me ther foer Nowe shal we by our pastime deer and paâ— for pleasuers soer Now alâ— the myscheef wil be mien because I haue the heer Nowe shall my honest naem be broght in question by a Freer Wel nowe thear is no nother shift but heer the bront to bied Except that in thâ—s littel cheast thâ— self nowe canst thowe hied Nowe chues thow whether open blaem or secret prison sweet In theas eâ—streams and â—aest is moest for present myscheef meet The Freer to find som reddy help was pleasd and well a payd So in the cheast this great wies man is crept ful soer afraid She lokt the same and clapt the keys close vnder bolstor saer So layde her down apon the bed and â—â—d soer fits enduer Or faynd to feell about hir brest sutch grieps she sayd she felt The gâ—oening of the same did make her hâ—sbands hart to melt How now deer wife what ayleth thée the simple soule sayd than Fie wief pluck vp a womans hart yea husband God knoes whan Quoth she if Aquauite now I drinke not out of hand I haue a â—â—itch so soer godwot I câ—n nor sit nor stand Thou hast a bottell in the house I daer well say ê™ he Of aquauite laetly boght thear maye no better be Within thy cheast where are thy keyes I kno not by my life Said she you set moer by a lock than you do by your wief Ye wâ—s and you wear sicke I should the locke right soen vp break That shal be don ê™ he you need therof no moer to speak A Hatchet toâ—k he in his hand and stroâ—k hit sutch a blâ—â— The Chaember shaâ—kt the Freer he quaâ—kt and sâ—onk for fear and woe The Cheast with Iron barrs was bound which made the goodman sweat The Freer like doctor Dolt lay still in dreed and danger great And durst not sâ—ur for all the world â—â—s â—orrage quite was gon The poer man â—ad a pig in poâ—k had he loâ—kt well thear on The loâ—k was good that knue the wief who bâ—â—d her husband strik 〈…〉 on loed the frer with in that sport did littell lieâ— At leâ—â—th the bands began to lowse the wise had eye therto Shâ— sâ—aâ—d if he did strike agayn the loâ—kâ— would suer vndo Than thought she on a womans wiell which neuer â—aâ—les at need If Feer wear seen than was she shaemd no no she toek moâ—r heed O hold your hand you kill my hed ê™ sheâ— to heer you knock Now am I ease great harm it wear to spill so good a locke My sutch is gon than let me sleep and rest my self a whâ—ell The gooâ—man went vnto his shop the wief began to sâ—â—eil When â—he had sent away the boy aâ—l â—huâ—gâ—s in quiet wear She roes and went to â—ase the Freer that lay half dead for fear 〈◊〉 resurrection who had seen must 〈◊〉 haue laught at least 〈◊〉 how 〈◊〉 lay than how he loâ—kt and 〈◊〉 like a beast Nowe am I quit ê™ she sir Freer and yet you aer not shaemd And throw a woman who youe skornd your folly nowe is taemd This tael so ends and by the saem you se what Freers haue byn And howe theyr outward holly liues was but a cloâ—k for sin Heer â—ay youe se howe plain poer men that labors for thear foed Aer soen disseaud wyth sottel snaâ—ks of wicked serpents broed Heer vnder clowd of matter light som words of weight may pasâ— To make the leawd abhoer fowl liet and se them selus in glas Heer is no terms to stoer vp vice the writtar ment not soe For by the foill that folly taâ—ks the wies may blotles goe The moer wee se the wicked plaegd and painted plain to sight The moer we pace the paeth of grace and seek to walk vpright Finis THE SIEGE OF EDENbrough Castell in the .xv. yeer of the raigne of our soueraigne Lady Queen Elizabeth at whiche seruice Sir VVilliam Druery Knight was generall hauyng at that time vnder him these Captaynes and gentlemen folowyng ¶ The names of the Captaines that had chardge Sir Francis Russell Captayne Read. Captayne Eryngton maister of the ordinaÌ„ce and prouost marshall Captayne Pyckman Captayne Yaksley Captayne Gaâ—â—â—ine Captayne Wood. Captayne Case Captayne Sâ—â—â—ley ¶ The Gentilmen names Sir George Carye Sir Henrie Lee. M. Thomas Cecyle M Mighell Cary. M. Thomas Sutton M Cotton M Kâ—lway M Dier M. Tylney William Killigrue AS cause fell out and brought in matters new And blâ—ddy minds set many a broyl a broetch So souldiers swarmd and lowd they Trumpet blew Whâ—se sounde did shoe at hand warrs aproetch Than marshall men in coats of Iron and steell With great regard did waite on Cannon wheell And in the feeld a noble martch they maede To practise shot and skowre the rusty blade But whan the campes set foâ—t on scottish ground 〈…〉 the powre and 〈◊〉 was verâ— small◠〈…〉 them selues â—t Drom and Trompet sownd 〈◊〉 push of Pyke to giue the prowd a fall The quarâ—ll good the force â—â—doubleth still 〈◊〉 â—old attempt maks way with boâ— and bill It is not strength alone that wins the gâ—ell Wheâ— câ—â—rage coâ—s theâ—r â—ortune deals her doell A wonder great to se so small a band In forrayn soyll to seek for any tâ—me I seldom heer sutch matter tâ—â—n in hand That conquest gets and skapeth free from blame Bewaer I saye the men whoe 's minds aer good And mark the plage of thoes which sucketh â—loâ—d Gainst thorns they kiâ—k that roâ—s to wilfull spoyll Thear consiens prick that giue iust folk a â—oyll O Neroes broed O blody butchare viell That striketh down the 〈…〉 vp O wickeâ— Snacks O 〈…〉 That 〈◊〉 brings 〈…〉 That spoylâ—â—o 〈…〉 hâ—rm â— people vaynâ— that 〈…〉 downe That stayes your â—â—act and still mentayns your crowne 〈◊〉 dealyngs rash and wretched reuels ruâ—d 〈…〉 did steer from hiue the quiet â—â—es Your graâ—es hands iâ— gilâ—lesâ—e â—lood â—â—brued Was in â—â—tch sort disdaynd of all degrees That néeds must com som force with mayn and might To take vp wrongs and set your staet aright The cut throet knief in sheath could seldom rest Sutch mischeef lorkt and lodgd in lawlesse brest Ye neyther spard the hiest hed nor foâ—t The cheefest branch nor yet the meanest â—pray But in your rage to ryue vp all by roet At fullest prime ye soght the reddiest waie But he that holds in hand the horsis rain Whan steed bolts owt cawls bayard back a gain And so god sent amid your retchles raeg A quensching coel your fury to a swaeg Of
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