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A04260
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His Maiesties poeticall exercises at vacant houres
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James I, King of England, 1566-1625.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590.
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doth bow Before the Lambe his knee Sing foure and twentie all with vs Whill Heauen and earth resound Replenisht with IEHOVAS praise Whose like cannot be found For he it is that is and was And euermore shall be One onelie one vnseparate And yet in persons three Praise him for that he creat hath The Heauen the earth and all And euer hath preseru'd them since From their ruine and fall But praise him more if more can be That so he loues his name As he doth mercie shew to all That doe professe the same And not alanerlie to them Professing it aright But euen to them that mixe therewith Their owne inuentions slight As specially this samin time Most plainlie may appeare In giuing them such victorie That not aright him feare For since he shewes such grace to them That thinks themselues are just What will he more to them that in His mercies onelie trust And sith that so he vses them That doubt for to be sau'd How much more them that in their hearts His promise haue engrau'd And since he doth such fauour shew To them that fondlie pray To other Mediatours then Can helpe them any way O how then will he fauour them Who praiers do direct Vnto the Lambe whome onely he Ordaind for that effect And since he doth reuenge their cause That worship God of bread An errour vaine the which is bred But in a mortall head Then how will he reuenge their cause That onelie feare and serue His dearest Sonne and for his sake Will for no perrils swerue And since that so he pities them That beare vpon their brow The marke of Antichrist the whoore That great abuser now Who does the truest Christians With fire and sword inuade And make them holie Martyrs that Their trust in God haue laid How will he them that thus are vsde And beares vpon their face His speciall marke a certaine signe Of euerlasting grace Put end vnto the traueils Lord And miseries of thy Sancts Remouing quite this blindnes grosse That now the world so dants Sing praises of his mercie then His superexcellence great Which doth exceed euen all his works That lie before his seat And let vs sing both now and ay To him with one accord O holie holie God of Hosts Thou euerliuing Lord. THVS ended was the Angels song And also heere I end Exhorting all you Christians true Your courage vp to bend And since by this defeat ye see That God doth loue his name So well that so he did them aid That seru'd not right the same Then though the Antichristian sect Against you do conjure He doth the bodie better loue Then shadow be ye sure Do ye resist with confidence That God shall be your stay And turne it to your comfort and His glorie now and ay FINIS SONET THe azur'd vaulte the crystall circles bright The gleaming fyrie torches powdred there The changing round the shyning beamie light The sad and bearded fyres the monsters faire The prodiges appearing in the aire The rearding thunders and the blustering winds The foules in hew in shape and nature raire The prettie notes that wing'd musiciens finds In earth the sau'rie floures the mettal'd minds The wholesome hearbes the hautie pleasant trees The syluer streames the beasts of sundrie kinds The bounded roares and fishes of the seas All these for teaching man the LORD did frame To do his will whose glorie shines in thame I. R. S. LA LE PANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE Faicte francoise par le Sieur Du BARTAS IMPRIME A EDINBVRG PAR ROBERT WALDE-GRAVE Imprimeur du Roy. Anno Dom. 1591. Auec Priuilege de sa Majesté AV LECTEVR LECTEVR ne pense point qu'un desir d'augmēter ma reputation m'ait poussé à trauailler apres ceste versiō Quelque poureté d'espritqu'il y ait en moy si suis-je par la grace de Dieu beaucoup plus fecond en matiere qu'en motz l'inuention me couste moins que l'elocution C'est pourquoy i'auoy fait voeu à mes plus sainctes Muses de ne mettre jamais la main à traduction ou paraphrase quelcōque Mais que ne pourroit sur moy je ne dis pas la grandeur ains l'admirable esprit du Roy d'Escosse La graue douceur la belle artificieuse liaison les viues parlantes descriptions de sa Lepāthe m'ont tellement rauy que j'ay este contraint de fausser mon serment Accepte donques ie te prie ceste plante que l'Apollon de nostre temps a semé de sa propre main les Graces ont arrousé du nectar plus diuin qui coule de leur bouche Et bien que pour estre transportée en autre solage elle ait perdu ses plus belles fleurs toutesfois son estoc ses branches la plus part de ses fueilles luy sont demeurées Le peintre peut bien exprimer le pourfil les couleurs d'un beau visage mais non l'air le geste moins encor la parolle Que si mesme quand au sens tu trouues que cest extraict ne respond point entierement à son original propose toy que cest ouurage ne faisoit que sortir encores tout bluetāt de la forge Royale quand je luy donnay la façon françoise que depuis sa Majesté l'a rebattu relimé breffait tel qu'il semble estre sorti de la boutique d'Homere PREFACE DV TRADVCTEVR A LAVTHEVR IAQVES si tu marchois d un pied mortel ça bas Hardy i'entreprendroy de tallonner tes pas I'estendroy tous mes nerfs ma course sacrée Loing loing lairroit à dos les aisles de Borée Mais puis qu Aigle nouueau tu te guindes és cieux Collé bas ie te suy seulement de mes yeux Mais plustost du desir ou si ie me remuë Ombre ie vole en terre toy dedans la nuë Hé fusse-ie vrayment ô Phoenix Escossois Ou lombre de ton corps ou l'Echo de ta voix Si ie n'auoy l'azur l'or l'argent encore Dont ton plumage astré brillantement s'honnore Au moins i'auroy ta forme simon rude vers N'exprimoit la douceur de tant d'accords diuers Il retiendroit quelque air de tes voix plus qu'humaines Mais Pies taisez vous pour ouyr les Camoenes LA LEPANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE FAICTE Françoise par le Sr Du BARTAS IE chante du grand Dieu la iustice bonté Vn exploit de ses mains non encore chanté Vn combat hazardeux vne dure iournée Ie descry dans ces vers la bataille donnée Sur le flot LEPANTHOIS qui se vid arrousé Et du sang Circoncis du sang baptizé VIEN vien donques Seigneur ô Maiesté diuine Tout-puissante immortelle vne en trois en vn trine O Pere de ce Tout ie te
Three thousande ALMANS also came From Countries colde and wide These monney men with awfull cheare The chok will dourelie bide From diuers partes did also come Three thousand venturers braue All voluntaires of conscience mou'd And would no wages haue Armde Galleyes twice a hundr'and eight Six shippes all wondrous great And fiue and twentie loadned Shipps With baggage and with meate With fourtie other little barkes And prettie Galeots small Of these aforesaide was compound The Christian Nauie all THIS cloude of Gallies thus began On NEPTVNS back to rowe And in the Shippes the marriners Did skippe from towe to towe With willing mindes they hailde the Tyes And hoist the flaffing Sayles And strongest towes from highest mastes With force and practique hayles The Forceats lothsomlie did rowe In Gallies gainst their will Whome Galley masters oft did beat And threaten euer still The foming Seas did bullor vp The risking Oares did rashe The Soldats peeces for to clenge Did shoures of shotts delashe BVT as the Deuill is reddie bent Good workes to hinder ay So sowd he in this Nauie strife Their good successe to stay Yet did the wisdomes of the Chiefes And of the generall most Compound all quarrels and debates That were into that Host Preferring wisely as they ought The honor of the Lord Vnto their owne the publicke cause To priuate mens discord THE feathered fame of wondrous speed That doth delite to flee On tops of houses pratling all That she can heare or see Part true part false this monster strange Among the Turks did tell That diuers Christian Princes joynd Resolu'd with them to mell Then spies were sent abroad who tolde The matter as it stood Except in Arithmetique as It seemd they were not good For they did count their number to Be lesse then was indeed Which did into the great Turks mind A great disdaining breed A perrillous thing as euer came Into a Chieftaines braine To set at nought his foes though small By lighleing disdaine Then SELYM sent a nauie out Who wanderd without rest Whill time into LEPANTOES gulfe They all their Ankers kest IN season when with sharpest hooks The busie shearers cowe The fruitfull yallow lockes of golde That doe on CERES growe And when the strongest Trees for weight Of birth do downward bow Their heauie heads whose colourd knops In showers raines ripelie now And Husband-men with woodbind crownes To twice borne BACHVS dance Whose pleasant poyson sweet in tast Doth cast them in a trance Into this riping season sure The Christian Host I say Were all assembled for to make Them Readie for the way But or they from MESSENA came The Vines were standing bair Trees voyd of fruit and CERES polde And lacking all her hair But when that leaues with ratling falles In banks of withered boughes And carefull laborers do begin To yoke the painefull ploughes The Nauies neere to other drew And VENIER sent before Gaue false Alarum sending word The Turks had skowp'd the score That fiftie Galleis quite were fled This word he sent expresse To make the Christians willinglie To battell them adresse As so they did and enterd all Moou'd by that samin slight Into LEPANTOES gulfe and there Preparde them for the fight WHILL this was doing heere on earth Great God who creats all With wakrife eie preordoning What euer doth befall Was sitting in his pompous Throne In hiest Heauen aboue And gloriouslie accompanied With justice and with loue The one hath smiling countenance The other frowning cheare The one to mercie still perswades Him as a Father deare The other for to powre his plagues Vpon repining sinne And fill the fields with wofull cries The houses all with dinne But yet the Lord so temperates them That both doe brooke their place For Iustice whiles obtaines her will But euermore doth grace IEHOVA al 's hath ballances Wherewith hee weighs aright The greatest and the heauiest sinnes With smaller faults and light These grace did mooue him for to take And so he weighed in Heauen The Christian faults with faithlesse Turkes The ballance stood not eauen But sweid vpon the faithlesse side And then with awfull face Frownd God of Hosts the whirling Heauens For feare did tremble apace The staiest Mountaines shuddred all The grounds of earth did shake The Seas did bray and PLVTOES Realme For horrour colde did quake Hovv soone AVRORAS ioyfull face Had shead the shadie night And made the chiuering Larks to sing For gladnes of the light And PHOEBE with inconstant face In Seas had gone to rest And PHOEBVS chasing vapours moist The Skie made blew celest The Generall of the Christian Host Vpon his Galley Mast The bloodie signe of furious MARS Made to bee fixed fast Then as into a spacious towne At breaking of the day The busie worke-men doe prepare Their Worklumes euery way The Wright doth sharpe his hacking Axe The Smith his grinding File Glasse-makers beets their fire that burnes Continuall not a while The Painter mixes colours viue The Printer Letters sets The Mason clinckes on Marble Stones Which hardlie drest he gets Euen so how soone this Warriour world With earnest eies did see You signe of Warre they all prepard To winne or els to die Heere Hagbutters prepard with speed A number of Bullets round There Cannoners their Canons steild To make distroying sound Here Knights did dight their burnisht brands Their Archers bowes did bend The Armorers on Corslets knockes And Harnesse hard did mend The feirie Marriners at once Makes all their tackling clair With whispering dinne and cries confus'de Preparing here and there As busie Bees within their Hyues With murmuring euer still Are earn'st vpon their fruitfull worke Their emptie holes to fill The Flags and Enseigneis were displaid At ZEPHYRS will to waue Each painted in the colours cleere Of euery owner braue BVT all this time in carefull minde The Generall euer rolde What manner of array would best Fit such an Armie bolde To pance on this it paind him more This more did trouble his brest Then Canons Corse-lets Bullets tackle And swordes and bowes the rest And at the last with ripe aduise Of Chieftaines sage and graue He shead in three in Cressents forme This martiall Armie braue The Generall in the battaile was And COLONNE vndertooke The right wing with the force of GENES The left did VENIER brooke WHEN this was done the Spanish Prince Did row about them all And on the names of speciall men With louing speach did call Remembring them how righteous was Their quarrell and how good Immortall praise and infinit gaines To conquer with their blood And that the glorie of God in earth Into their manhead stands Through just reliefe of Christian soules From cruell Pagans hands But if the ennemie triumphed Of them and of their fame In millions men to bondage would Professing Iesus name The SPANIOL Prince exhorting thus With glad and smiling cheare With sugred wordes and gesture good So pleas'd both eie and eare That euerie man cryed victorie This