abuse My right enstalling him whose blind desire Led him for honor Infamie to choose And for a crovne to slave a free Empire For loe in him two contraries agree Base Avarice and Prodigalitie Thus he returnd with pomp and Majesty Whom all the Lords and Princes of Estate Conuaied to Skoene with royall dignity Where stood the Auncient Marble cheir of late There was he cround with Kingly Roialty In Robs whose worth were longsum to repeat Imbroadred al with stons with pearle with gold Gorgious to weare and glorious to behold But litle knew the Princes of the Land That he to Englands King shold homage paie The croune that sixtien hundreth yeers did stand Gainst endles warr and cruel Armes Essay Nor Romans Danes nor Saxons cold command Vnconquer'd still nor conquer'd wold obaie Was now betraied by him whose haples name Became his countreis skorne and Kingdoms shame But when report had showne the haples losse The commons gan to murmur here ther Against the Nobles vowing that their choise Shold be with armes their freedom to repaiere And all the Princes of Estate by those Were schandalizd with shame reproch feare Thus ciuill descord broght a fearful fall On King on countrey Kingdom croune and all For now the king in heigh contempt was brought With all the Lords and Princes of Estate The Lords in hait and great disgrace were thought With all the commoun Multitude of Late When al with wit and valor should have wrought Thus Raise a fearfull straunge and new debaite That hardest A damantine hearts wold move But for Their sin so heavens decree'd aboue Of these ensewing sorrows now the King For seis forthinks and Meditats and Moins A Thousand greifs did in his bosome spring Assailing all his wofull heart at ons One day he wold be secret furth to bring The wofull birth of tears of sighs and grons Throune on his bed with Rageing Discontents At laâ—t he thus burst furth in heighe complaints Ah haples wretch Curst be the Fatall hour Wherein I did Obtaine a Diadem By false conceat by strong entysing Pow'r Not cairing for Disgrace for loss for shame While auarice and ambition did deuour Treuth Knowledge witt discretion praise and fame Ah Auarice inchaunter of the wise The blind devouror of faire honours prize O bloodie starres why did you thus agree To make a bad conjunction at my birth Why did you al power doune mischiefe from hie To make vyle me the abject of the earth What shall al times and ages saie of me To buie a croune that sold a Kingdoms woorth The reuenews I sold to buie the Name Exchaunging honour for eternall shame What woe or griefe but time can make it old Yet Infamie time neuer can svppresse The meaner sort their faults will pas vntold But faults of Kings by Fame doe stil increase Such spotts are in my leaprous sowle enrold As still accuse me of my guiltines And while my wronged people me doe vewe Me thinks their eies to death doe me persue In midst of this his sorowful complaint His eies grew heauie dround with floods of tears His tongue his throt no more their found forth-sent Thus slummerd he full fraght with greifes fears At last this fearfull vision did present A dreadful founding noice that pearst his eares Hee thought he saw before him all at once Were nintie Kings and two on golden Throns Each bore a close rich couerd glorious Croune In forme like an Emperiall Diadem With ribs of gold o'rthwart aboue doune All round about each bowing like a beame In the fore front were made of Iacinths broune Faire letters shewing eurie Prince his Name Beneath their feet an iron throne was made Whereon of lead au Open croune was laid He thought they set him on the iron Throne And cround him with that leaden croune in scorne Whereon was written this Inscription This non but bastard Baliol hath borne Then saied the firste and grauest all alone Whose aged haires had many yeares outworne Thou wreched catiue most accurst of all Thy place is great but greater farre thy fall This Diadem Pointing his Ow'ne by Me Erected was with honor strength and Might And from my Aged loyns discendit be By Iust discent thes Nyntye two in sight Eche bure this Crowne with Royall dignitie Adding as much by Conquiest to ther Right Defending It gainst Romains saxons Dains For witnes famous victories Remains But vn-compeld vn sought or on requierd By words by warr by Conquest or by gane Thou Randert vp what we aloft had Reard And what we keipt with travell cair and Pane The thretning trompet that all Nati'ons feard Which worlds of Armeis newer could obtaine Yet this thou could not do without consent Of all the Thrie Estates of Parl'ament But for thy fault thy shame thy losse thy wrong This iust and heauie Iudgment shall correct thee The Kingdom shal be reft from thee e're long And thy owne subjects shamefully rejecte thee In blinded darknes woes shal be thy song For want of daie yet no man shall affect thee And to all ages thy Infamous name Shal be a prouerbe of eternal shame For lo Thou shall be cal'd in littill space Thy countreis ruine and thy Nations wo Much harmles Blood shall pay for thy disgrace Theas yet onborne thy Doome shall feill and kno A mightie Nation shall thy land Deface Beneth whois havie yok She grons but lo She Viper-like brings furth vn nat'rall Brood That most shall waist her wond her drink her Blood At last her tears her Cry's her sad Complaint Shal Pearce the heavins and Iove to Mercie move Who pitis sinners when they first repent And looking Meeklie dounward from above Shall Raise Them vp that shall her wrak prevent Whose manlie Valors shall her woes Remoue And bring to end the warr Thou wroght with shame But neu'r an end to Thy Infamous Name Therfor this leaden croune base worthles poore Thou hast as one vnworthy to put on The croune which I the famous Fergus boore And al these warrlike Princes One by one And while this mightie Nation shal indure Hauing a Prince to sitt vpon my Throne Thou of a Princes name shalt be refus'd Because my croune vn-conqu'erd thou abu'sd At these last woords he wak'd with sodain fear But nothing saw while in his braine was tost These woful warnings buzing in his eare That threatn'd was by great King Fergus ghost Which burthen great his soule could skarsly beare Till moueing fieling speach and all was lost His vitall powers hernd in with thousand cares At last burst forth in these or like dispaires O Sad and wearied Soull quod he depairt And leaue the lothed Lodge thou doest posse Stop vp my breath within my lothed heart My life make les if shame may not be les Hev'ne from aboue thy vengence at me Daiert Heel from below thy Torment still Incres Devouring Earth my damned bodie smoother Heav'ne Earth and hell destroy mee altogither Thus
At last arryving by a fontane syid Beneath a leavie aged oak he lyes A heartie draught of the cold streame he tryed Which for a daintie maill did him suffice And now his cogitation deeplie weyghed Earthes glorie vane and wordlie fantasies Compairing all beneath heavns syluer boures To cloudes of smook to shaddowes dreames of flowres Thus rap'd with admiration whill he lyes He vewes the starres and all the heavenlie lightes When as he heares a sound pas throughe the skyes Lyik to the noyes of floodes impetuous flightes Or as when fearfull doues in numbers fleis Aer and their winges with noyes them selfes affrightes Suche was this noyes yet nothing he perceaves Nor was there wind to move the trembling leaves A dark gray clowde past furthe o're all the air But nightes pale Qveene cleird all the heavns at last When to him did an old grave man repair Whoe 's head and beard had youthes freshe cullor past A cristal glob his trembling hand vpbeare Where heavne o're earth did move from east to west Their starres and planets shynd most bright and cleâ—â— Which by a sprit was mov'd as might appeare A Spherik glob within hung lyk a ball That figurdrairlie furth the earth and sea Which round about was frie from heavns cleir wall Whose restles course round o're this glob did flie The glassie sea now calme then seemd to swell Where wind-tost shipes with tydes and tempests be Whill Neptunes azurd armes the earth embraceth That cirquits yles and shore from shore vnlaceth Thus with a curious Pinsell th' earth was drawne Heir meidds their floodâ—s heir wodes their moÌ„tanes were Heir tounes their towres with flowrie gardenes showen Heir vines their figges pomgranates Cydrons fair Heir plowemen teill their heards and flokes at knowne Heir Bowres doeth proyne their vines with woÌ„drowes care Their sicklee cutts the corne heir sythes the Hay Heir peace their warrelyke armeis in array Vnto the Prince this aged Syre drew neir Whill chast Diana shynd more fair and bright Cled in a horye mantle white and cleir He seemd devote in prayers to spend the night Leane fleshâ—d his wattrie blood sweld vaines appeir His ghostlie lookes still offerd death his right Whoe pausing long with stedfast staering eyes This salutation did at last devyse Peace be to thee my Lord and Prince sayd he Whom great and mightie Ioue has hir her sent That thow might know his mercies great by me And of thy bad and by past life repent The shame the foyle the losse that falles to thee Is Ioues iust doome because thow gave consent Vnto thy will wrathe vengeance and defyld His sacred house with sinfull blood so vyld Thy Nationes foyle their wrak and their distres Thy countreis shame her woe her desolation Thy subiects lose in care all confortles Whom mightie Ioue has hade in detestation For their great sinnes their faultes their cairlesnes Of his soule feidding word ô wicked Nation That still with folie blindnes pride abuse Did sacred thinges apply to sinnefull vse Their filthie life their lewd lasciuious lust Their walloweing in sensuall delight Threattens a dreadfull storme e're long that must Swellow them vp in their owne sinnes dispight But leave we them and their affliction iust And now behold this day succeding night These burning balles to thee and thyne shall prove Heavns for sight wisdome mercie grace and love This counterfite of those bright orbs behold The earth and sea but heavns of greatest wounder Whose restles course about the poles is rold With contrare motiones their first mobill vnder The firmament with fixed starres vntold Whoe 's various shapes and rare effects we pondre Lynes tropickes circles Zones and Zodiack Wherin Sol doeth the yeirs four seasones make Almightie Joue whoe made heavns wondrous frame Has made manes witt so rairlie excellent That he can vivelie counterfite the same And his great makers worke can represent With heavnlie furie rap'd with sacred flamme Of artles artes invention noght content Of his all working wonders heir below But e'vne the heaunlie mansiones heir must show Lo where the Planets eche his sphere within Keeps time and course with heavnes trew planets all Forcd by their Primomobill for to rinn In twice twelf houres about this earthlyk ball And their owne course they end and they beginne With heauns bright lampes for thus they rise and fall Chast Phebes course iust in a month goes right Now poore then wealthie of her Brothers light Mercure and Venus follows Phebus Teame His tender wings her dows on him depend Whose lead of light and life-reuiuing beame Abowt a yeer his nat'rall course doth end And Marae in twice twelf months resums his game Saturns mild Sone in twelf twelf months rescend Cold horie Saturus leaden coach that rins In threttie years leau 's aff wher he begins All these heavns azure cannabie surrounds Sprinkled with eies spekled with tapers bright Spangled with spangs throw all his boundles Bounds Sowin all with glistring sparks of glansing light Sett with gilt stoods and golden skowchand grounds Powdred with twinkling starrs whoe 's kapring flight Glanseth doun right and with their myld aspects Works in th' inferior bodies strainge effects Those sparking Diamonds this ritche vaill contains Whoe 's number numberles ar past account Hath twalf that biasway's ouerthwart her lains With pourfull virtue decks her gloriousfront And those at signes wheirin the Planets reignes Whill they discend or rise or fall or mount For they pertake in their swift revolution From echo of those strenth virtue force motion Beside all those about the Polls yow sre Figurs of what almost in earth is found For the all-knawing-minde of maiestie Before he fram'd this ritche embrowdred round The plot in his Idea seemd to be And forme of all his future works profound Thus wirking in his spreit divin'lie rare Long ere the world was made the world was their Vnfolding then that ritche and glorious Tent He portrayd with a Pinsell most divine Vpon the all enlightning firmament Those tabr's of his future works in fine Wheir lo behold thy braue most brave discent That Sollie in the letter aige sall shine Bearing Christs standerd and his Churche defending Bounding their Empire with the worlds ending Eathniks not knowing God al provident Haue names of eathniks to these forms assign'd But lett it thee suffice and be content That I heirin vnfold what Iove design'd By these bright Pontraits portreyd in the Tent Of azur gilded heavins Pavilion sign'd By his owne hand and for him self their mark it Forew'r Immortaleisd for heavin Imbark-it Greate Architector of this wondrous frame Raise vp my Spreit to thy celestiall Throne Let my poore soule contemplat in the flame Of thy all dazling beautie wheir allone Thy glorious beams reflecting may ou'r quhelme My waikned sight and more then Sun-like shone On my poore soules all darkned Cinthi'as eyes Mak her to earth ecclipst cleir toward skyes Wheir with the Prophets face began to
Prisoners he fand This Murray who had looud this ladie long All this the valiaunt erll did vnderstand Informd by conferrence the rest among And thoght indeid he loued that gallant knight Yet in the ladie was his cheif delight Now on the seas they stray a certane space Till on a night the count that silent lay Vpone his bed did heare one cry allace Will thus my ladie all my hope betray is my long loue rewardit with disgrace Ah greif allace what will the world now say On wings of hope I mount aboue my might And now am forst with Phaeton to light Ah who so feids on wemens double wordes Runs with a straingeling Toue to meit dispare Who kyndnes to their wantoun looks affoords Heaps on them self a hell of endles care Who to her smills applies Loues sweit concords With scorne and shame they shall their thoghts insnare Yea whoe vpone a Womans voues shal dreame Can neu'r be red of woe greif cair and shame But I must loue her I must loue her still And loueing her eune loving I must die Or shall I leiue my freindly foe to kill That thus deprius my hops O no not I I will my verie soule in tears distill In sighs consume my heart with groans Iyll ty On willing death vnto my torterd mynd And with all pains end to one paine shall find Thogh this disdaind disgrat'd and quyte forlorne Yet her poore soule eu'ne her I can not blame But fortune proud that to this knight hath sworne Ou'r all the Earth she will extoll his name And nature that did weip when he was borne For all her wealth hangs at his virteus beame Yea she in him her self excells so fare Compaerd with him all vthers she douth marre Ah thrise vnhappie I that eu'r did yeeld As Prisoner vnto the english foe Thrise happie I if slaine into the feild Then had she piteid if not lou'd I kno But o this knight did with his sword and scheild Frie me from bands and yet he fred me so As giving life and sauing this my Breath He sends to me a farr more cruell death Heir sorow cuts his sad discours at last With manie greuous groans with sighs and tear's Whereat this warlick Lord was much agast When as this wofull song had perst his Ears His ladeis loue all other caer's surpast Her diuine shape graft in his mind he bear's And yet he thinks he wrongs that worthie knight Whoe 's faithful loue long since made knowne his right Wheirfore in time hee wold command these fiets And loues fond flammig passiouns wold remoue But o commanding in his heart she sitts Ruelling the motionis of his soule aboue It wold him kill or neir destraught of witts If he the meanest thoght of lose shuold proue Yet streght he thinks with reasone man's Indeut That by him self his lusts might be subduet Thus tossing thousand Passions in his mynd At last he vouis him self for to command Now Phebus had his golden locks vntwind And them in Thetis cristall glas vpband When cuttinge Neptouns back a fare they find Thrie warlike ships come toward them from land Wheirfore in Arms each one them self addrest And at their Lords deuotion then they rest Now all of them did in his presence stand And furth he cau'sd the ladeis to be broght And thus said hee fair Dames yow vnderstand What I and these most valiant men haue wroght By Ioue his onlie aide we took in hand Your honors saftie your relief we soght Tho Heauins did fauor this our interprise Yow know it was more desperat then wise And thogh all knights indeid should Armour beare For ladeis and in their defence to feght Yet I more shameles then the rest I feare Of you fair Eue for so the yungest heght Wold craue reward which you may weill forbeare Yea I wold haue your oth in all their sight That what I charge you with you will obey Nor what I seik may you offend I pray The modest Baishfull dame in silent mood Her mild swit looks she bent vpon the ground Throgh sone bright beautie shind her crimsone blood Which suddain Tempest past she quiklie found This answer whill the Gallant trembling stood Expecting that which his poore Soule shold wound Curst be the child his Dame ganesay is in Oght Whoe his deir life with her lifes hasard boght Glade was she for to grant what eu'r he wold Whoe wold to him haue geu'ne her self and all Wheirfore againe she made this answer bold Braue knight your will I promesse and I shall Myne honor saiff performe so shall you hold My fate cume life or death or what you call To which my grant I heir the heauns attest Let me be plagd if I refuse the rest A shiuring cold throgh all his Vains forth-went Stopping the Organe of his speache a space To what he wold he should nocht giue consent And what he should he wold noght that imbrace Proud Cupid from her firie looks foorth-sent Loue burning dairts that more and more incres His thoghts at last he thinks his oune he 'll make her Her heart fleis throgh her eies and prays him take her And whill he goes within hes arms to catche her Casting his Ete aside he their espyis Her faithfull knight who all this time did watche her Loue Furie Wrathe Disdain a combat tries In his sad looks and Rage bids still dispatch her But blak Dispair did thus to him deuis More honor is 't thy selt to Saccrefies And tell disloyall her thou loyall dyes So shalt thou end thy els eu'r endles paine And die with honor to her endles shame No take his life quod Jelosie againe Quod reasone why he does not bear her blame Quod Curage shall hee vn-reprou'd obtaine Then thou no man much les a knight by name Quod Reasone if he die she hate thee shall Then quod Despair kill Him her thee and all But reasone says and Pitie taks her parte O will thou kill thy Natiouns lamp of light No rather go to him with all thy hearte And giue him all thy intrest all thy right So shall thou winn great praise and heighe desart Quod Beautie first depriue thine Eies of sight No then quod Loue thy heart first must thou tear Foorth from thy breist for her Idea's their Which is the starr that reulls thy life thow knois Whill he thus reuld with Iaring passions stands Sad pitie mou'd this braue yung erle mak chois Beautie to flie and brak loues mightie bands And thus he said if heau'ne will that wee lose And that those pirats get ws in their hands No torment shall sufficientlie assuage Their cruell will their furie and their rage So gladlie wold they wish reuenge to tak Of fourtie which we last of theirs did kill Wounding their Lord tho we but few did laik But so Eternall Maiestie did will Now theirfoir first I wish you to forsake Our companie let hap ws good or Ill And tak those knights which