❧
THE
LAST
part
of
the
Mirour
for
Magistrates
,
wherein
may
be
seene
by
examples
passed
in
this
Realme
,
with
how
gree●ous
plagues
,
vyces
are
punished
in
great
Princes
&
Magistrats
,
and
how
frayle
and
vnstable
worldly
prosperity
is
founde
,
where
Fortune
seemeth
most
highly
to
Fauour
.
Newly
corrected
and
enlarged
Foelix
quem
faciunt
aliena
pericula
cautum
.
IMPRINTED
at
London
in
Fleetstreete
,
neere
vnto
Sainct
Dunstanes
Church
,
by
Thomas
Marsh.
1578.
Cum
Priuilegio
.
Loue
and
Liue.
TO
ALL
THE
NOBIlitie
,
and
all
other
in
office
,
God
graunte
wisedome
and
all
thinges
nedefull
for
the
preseruation
of
their
Estates
.
Amen
.
PLato
among
many
of
his
notable
sentences
concernyng
the
gouernement
of
a
common
weale
hath
this
:
well
is
that
Realme
gouerned
,
in
which
the
ambicious
,
desire
not
to
beare
office
.
Whereby
you
may
perceiue
(
right
honourable
)
what
offices
are
,
where
they
be
duely
executed
:
not
gainfull
spoyles
for
the
gredy
to
hunt
for
,
but
painefull
toyles
for
the
heady
to
bee
charged
with
.
You
may
perceiue
also
by
this
sentence
,
there
is
nothing
more
necessary
in
a
common
weale
,
then
that
Magistrates
be
diligent
and
trusty
in
their
charges
.
¶
And
sure
in
whatsoeuer
Realme
such
prouision
is
made
,
the
officers
be
forced
to
do
their
duties
:
there
is
it
as
hard
a
matter
to
get
an
officer
,
as
it
is
in
other
places
to
repulse
&
shift
of
those
that
with
flattery
,
brybes
,
and
other
shiftes
,
sue
&
preace
for
offices
.
For
the
ambitious
(
that
is
to
saye
prollers
for
power
or
gayne
)
seeke
not
for
offices
to
helpe
other
,
for
whych
cause
officers
are
ordained
:
but
with
the
vndoing
of
other
,
to
enrich
themselues
.
And
therfore
●ar
them
once
of
this
bayt
,
&
force
them
to
do
their
dueties
,
then
will
they
geue
more
to
be
rid
from
their
charges
,
than
they
did
at
that
first
to
come
by
euen
:
For
they
seeke
onely
their
priuate
profite
.
And
therfore
,
where
the
ambitious
seeke
no
office
:
there
no
doubt
,
offices
are
duely
ministred
.
And
whe●e
offices
are
duely
ministred
,
it
cannot
be
chosen
,
but
the
people
are
good
,
whereof
must
nedes
follow
a
good
common
weale
.
For
if
the
magistrates
be
good
,
the
people
cannot
be
ill
.
Thus
the
goodnes
or
badnes
of
any
Realme
lieth
in
the
goodnes
or
badnes
of
the
Rulers
.
And
therfore
not
without
great
cause
do
the
holy
Appostles
so
earnestly
charg
vs
to
pray
for
the
magistra●es
:
For
in
dede
the
wealth
&
quiet
of
euery
common
weale
,
the
disorder
also
and
miseries
of
the
same
,
come
specially
thorough
them
.
I
neede
not
go
eyther
to
the
Romaines
or
Greekes
for
the
profe
hereof
,
neither
yet
to
the
Iewes
,
or
other
nations
:
whose
common
weales
haue
alway
florished
whyle
their
magistrates
were
good
,
and
decayed
and
ra●
to
ruyne
,
when
vici●us
men
had
the
gouernement
.
Out
countrey
stories
(
if
we
reade
and
marke
them
)
wil
show
vs
examples
enow
,
would
God
we
had
not
sene
mo
than
enow
.
I
purpose
not
to
stand
herevpon
the
particulars
,
because
they
be
in
parte
setforth
in
the
tragedies
folowing
.
Yet
by
the
waye
this
I
note
(
wishing
all
other
to
doe
the
like
)
namely
,
that
as
good
gouernours
haue
neuer
lacked
their
deserued
praises
:
so
haue
not
the
bad
escaped
infamy
,
besides
such
plagues
as
are
horrible
to
heare
of
.
For
God
(
the
ordeiner
of
offices
)
although
he
suffer
them
for
punishment
of
the
people
to
be
often
occupied
of
such
,
as
are
rather
spoilers
and
Iudasses
,
than
toilers
or
Iustices
(
whom
the
scriptures
cal
Hypocrits
)
yet
suffereth
he
them
not
to
scape
vnpunished
,
because
they
dishonour
him
.
For
it
is
Gods
own
office
,
yea
his
chief
office
which
they
beare
and
abuse
.
For
as
Iustice
is
the
chief
vertue
,
so
is
the
ministration
thereof
,
the
chiefest
office
:
and
therfore
hath
God
established
it
with
the
chiefest
name
,
honouring
and
calling
Kinges
and
all
officers
vnder
them
by
his
owne
name
:
Gods.
Ye
be
al
Gods
,
as
many
as
haue
in
your
charge
any
ministration
of
iustice
.
What
a
foule
shame
were
it
for
any
nowe
to
take
vpon
them
the
name
and
office
of
God
,
and
in
their
doings
to
shew
themselues
deuils
?
God
cannot
of
Iustice
,
but
plague
suche
shamelesse
presumption
and
hipocrisie
,
and
that
with
shamful
death
,
diseases
,
or
infamye
.
Howe
he
hath
plagued
euil
rulers
from
time
to
time
,
in
other
nations
,
you
may
see
gathred
in
Bochas
boke
intituled
The
fall
of
Princes
,
translated
into
English
by
Lydgate
a
Monke
of
the
Abbey
of
Bury
in
Suff.
How
he
hath
delt
with
some
of
our
countrymen
your
auncestours
,
for
sundry
vices
not
yet
left
,
this
boke
named
,
A
Mirrour
for
Magistrates
,
shall
in
parte
pla●inye
set
forth
before
your
eyes
which
boke
I
humbly
offer
vnto
your
honours
,
beseching
you
to
accept
it
fauorably
.
For
here
,
as
in
a
mirror
or
loking
glasse
you
shal
se
if
any
vice
be
found
,
how
the
like
hath
ben
punished
in
other
heretofore
,
wherby
admonished
,
I
trust
it
will
bee
a
good
occasion
to
moue
men
to
the
soner
amendment
.
This
is
the
chief
end
why
this
booke
is
setforth
,
which
God
graunt
it
may
talke
according
to
the
maner
of
the
makers
.
The
worke
was
beg●̄
&
part
of
it
printed
in
quene
Maries
time
,
but
staid
by
such
as
then
were
chief
in
office
,
neuertheles
,
through
the
meanes
of
the
right
honorable
Henry
Lord
Stafford
,
the
first
part
was
licenced
,
&
imprinted
the
first
yeare
of
the
raign
of
this
our
most
noble
and
vertuous
Quene
,
&
dedicated
to
your
honours
with
this
preface
,
Since
with
time
,
although
I
wanted
such
help
as
before
,
yet
the
said
good
Lord
Stafford
hath
not
ceased
to
cal
vpon
me
,
to
publish
so
much
therof
as
I
had
gotten
at
other
mens
hands
,
so
that
through
his
Lordships
earnest
meanes
,
I
haue
now
also
setforth
another
part
,
conteining
as
much
as
I
could
obtaine
at
the
hands
of
my
frends
:
Which
in
the
name
of
al
the
authours
,
I
humbly
dedicate
vnto
your
honours
,
instantly
wishing
,
that
it
may
so
like
&
de●●te
your
minds
,
that
your
chereful
receiuing
thereof
▪
may
encourage
worthy
wi●s
to
enterprise
&
performe
the
test
.
Which
assone
as
I
may
procure
.
I
entend
through
Gods
leaue
&
your
fauorable
allowance
,
to
publish
with
all
expedicion
.
In
the
meane
whyle
my
Lordes
and
Gods
,
(
for
so
It
may
cal
you
)
I
moste
humbly
besech
your
honours
fauorably
to
accept
this
rude
worke
,
and
diligentlye
to
reade
and
consider
it
.
And
although
you
shal
find
in
it
,
that
some
haue
for
their
vertue
bin
enuied
and
brought
vnto
misery
:
yet
cease
not
you
to
be
vertuous
,
but
do
your
office
to
the
vttermost
.
Embrace
vertue
and
suppresse
the
contrary
,
both
in
your selues
and
other
,
so
shall
God
whose
officers
you
are
,
eyther
so
maintaine
you
that
no
malice
shall
preuaile
,
or
if
it
do
,
it
shall
be
for
your
good
,
&
to
your
eternall
glory
both
here
and
in
heauen
which
I
beseech
God
you
may
both
seeke
and
attaine
,
Amen
.
Yours
most
humble
W.
B.
A
TABLE
OF
THE
Contentes
of
this
Booke
.
-
1.
Robert
Eluan
chief
Iustice
of
England
hanged
at
Tyburn
&
his
fellows
Iustices
banished
for
misconstruing
the
lawes
.
Fol.
1
-
2.
The
infortunate
ende
of
the
two
Mortimers
.
Fol.
4
-
3.
Thomas
of
Woodstock
Duke
of
Glocester
,
murdred
in
prison
Fol.
8.
-
4.
Thomas
Mo●bray
Duke
of
Northfolk
banished
and
died
in
exile
.
Fol.
12.
-
5.
King
Richard
the
second
deposed
&
miserably
murdred
Fol.
16
-
6.
Owen
Glendour
Prince
of
Wales
,
was
chased
to
the
mountaynes
,
where
he
miserably
died
for
lacke
of
foode
.
Fol.
19
-
7.
Henry
Percy
Earle
of
Northumberland
taken
in
battaile
and
put
to
death
.
Fol.
25.
-
8.
Richarde
Plantagenet
Earle
of
Cambridge
put
to
death
at
Southampton
.
Fol.
28
-
9.
Thomas
Montague
Earle
of
Salisburye
,
chaunceablye
slaine
at
Orliaunce
with
a
peece
of
ordinaunce
.
Fol.
30
-
10.
Iames
the
first
King
of
Scotts
●ruelly
murdred
by
hys
owne
subiects
.
Fol.
36.
-
11.
Humphrey
Plantagenet
Duke
of
Glocester
Protector
of
England
by
practyse
of
Enemies
was
broughte
to
confusion
.
Fol.
40.
-
12.
Lord
William
Delapole
Duke
of
Suffolke
,
worthelye
banished
and
beheaded
.
Fol.
56
-
13.
Iack●
Ca●e
worthely
punished
for
rebellion
.
Fol.
60.
-
14.
Edmonde
Duke
of
Somerset
,
slaine
in
the
firste
battayle
at
S.
Albanes
.
Fol.
65.
-
15.
Richard
Plantagenet
D.
Of
Yorke
,
slaine
through
his
ouer
rashe
boldnesse
,
and
hys
youngest
sonne
the
Earle
of
Rutland
being
a
child
cruelly
murdred
.
Fol.
77.
-
16.
The
Lord
Clifford
for
his
abhominable
cruelly
came
to
a
sodaine
death
.
Fol.
80
-
17.
The
infamous
end
of
the
Lorde
Tiptofte
Earle
of
Worcester
.
Fol.
82.
-
18.
Richard
Neuil
Earle
of
Warwicke
,
&
his
brother
Iohn
Marquise
Montacute
slaine
at
Barnet
field
.
Fol.
86.
-
19.
The
vertuous
kinge
Henry
the
sixt
cruelly
murdred
in
the
Tower
of
London
.
Fol.
89.
-
20.
George
Plantagenet
Duke
of
Clarence
,
Brother
to
K.
Edware
the
fourth
,
cruelly
drowned
in
a
Vessell
of
Mal●sye
,
Fol.
93.
-
21.
A
lamentacion
vpon
the
death
of
King
Edwarde
the
4.
Fol.
100.
-
22.
Sir
Anthony
Woduile
Lord
Riuers
,
with
his
Nephewe
Lord
Richarde
Graye
and
others
,
causles
imprisoned
and
cruelly
beheaded
at
Pomfret
.
Fol.
102
-
23.
The
Lord
Hastings
betrayed
by
his
counsailour
Ca●es●y
,
and
murdred
in
the
tower
of
London
.
Fol.
114.
-
24.
Mayster
Sackuils
Induction
.
Fol.
129.
-
The
Tragedy
of
H.
duke
Buckingham
.
Fol.
138.
-
25.
Collingbourne
cruelly
executed
for
making
a
fosish
rime
Fol.
153.
-
26.
King
Bichard
the
third
slaine
at
Bosworth
.
Fol.
159.
-
27
The
fall
of
the
blacke
Smith
,
and
fatall
end
of
the
Lorde
Awdeley
.
Fol.
166.
-
28.
The
complaint
of
Shores
wife
,
one
of
the
Concubins
of
King
Edward
the
fourth
.
Fol.
176.
❧
A
BRIEFE
MEMOriall
of
sundry
vnfortunate
Englishmen
.
WILLIAM
BALDWIN
to
the
Reader
WHEN
the
Printer
had
purposed
with
himself
to
Print
Lidgates
translation
of
Bochas
,
of
the
fal
of
Princes
,
hauinge
made
priuy
thereto
,
many
both
honourable
and
Worshippefull
:
hee
was
counsayled
by
dyuers
of
them
to
procure
a
continuance
of
the
Storye
from
whereas
Bochas
left
,
vnto
this
present
time
,
chiefly
of
such
as
Fortune
had
abused
here
in
this
Island
:
which
might
bee
as
a
Myrrour
for
men
of
all
estates
and
degrees
aswell
Nobles
as
other
,
to
behold
the
slippery
deceiptes
of
the
wauering
Lady
,
&
the
due
reward
of
all
kinde
of
vices
.
Which
aduice
liked
him
so
well
,
that
he
required
mee
to
take
paynes
therein
:
but
because
it
was
a
matter
passing
my
wit
&
skill
,
and
more
thancklesse
than
gaynefull
to
enterprise
.
I
refused
vtterly
alone
to
vndertake
it
without
the
helpe
of
sutch
,
as
in
wit
were
apt
,
in
learninge
allowed
,
and
in
iudgemente
and
estimation
able
to
wield
and
discharge
the
weight
of
sutch
a
burden
,
thinkinge
so
to
shift
my
handes
.
But
hee
earnest
and
diligent
in
hys
affayres
,
procure
me
an
Athlas
to
laye
the
burden
vppon
my
shoulders
,
which
I
would
not
haue
undertaken
,
but
that
shortly
after
diuers
learned
men
(
whose
many
giftes
nede
few
prayses
)
consented
to
take
vpon
them
part
of
the
trauaile
.
And
when
certayne
of
them
to
the
numof
seuen
,
were
through
a
generall
assent
at
an
appoyncted
time
and
place
,
gathered
together
to
deuise
thereuppon
:
I
resorted
vnto
them
,
bringinge
with
mee
the
booke
of
Bochas
translated
by
Dan
Lidgate
,
for
the
better
obseruation
of
his
order
:
which
although
wee
did
not
mislyke
,
yet
would
it
not
conueniently
serue
,
seing
that
both
Bochas
,
&
Lidgate
were
dead
,
neither
were
there
any
alyue
that
had
medled
with
like
argument
,
to
whom
the
vnfortunate
might
make
their
moane
.
To
make
therfore
a
state
meete
for
the
matter
,
they
al
agreed
that
I
shoulde
vsurpe
Bochas
rome
,
and
the
wretched
Princes
complaine
vnto
me
:
and
toke
vpon
themselues
,
euery
man
for
his
part
to
be
sundry
personages
,
and
in
their
behalfes
to
bewaile
vnto
me
their
sundry
chaunces
,
heauy
destenies
,
and
wofull
misfortunes
.
This
done
,
wee
opened
sutch
Bookes
of
Chronicles
as
wee
had
there
present
,
and
Maister
Ferrers
after
hee
had
founde
where
Bochas
left
,
which
was
about
the
ende
of
Kinge
Edward
the
thirdes
raigne
,
to
begin
the
matter
,
sayd
thus
.
I
maruayle
(
qd
hee
)
what
Bochas
meaneth
to
forget
among
his
myserable
Princes
,
such
as
were
of
our
Nation
,
whose
number
is
as
great
as
theyr
Aduentures
wonderfull
.
For
to
let
passe
all
,
both
Britaynes
,
Danes
,
and
Saxons
,
and
to
come
to
the
last
Conquest
,
what
a
sort
are
they
,
and
some
also
in
the
time
of
Bochas
himselfe
,
or
not
much
before
.
As
for
example
William
Rufus
the
second
kinge
of
Englande
after
the
Conquest
,
eyther
by
malice
or
misaduenture
slayne
hunting
in
the
new
forest
,
by
Walter
Tirrell
with
the
shot
of
an
arrow
.
Robert
Duke
of
Normandy
eldest
sonne
to
William
Conquerour
depriued
of
his
inheritaunce
of
England
,
by
Henry
his
youngest
brother
hauing
both
his
eyes
put
out
,
and
after
,
myserably
imprisoned
in
Cardiffe
Castel
,
whereas
hee
died
.
The
most
Lamentable
case
of
William
,
Rychard
,
and
Mary
,
children
of
the
sayde
Henry
the
first
called
Beauclerke
,
drowned
vpon
the
Sea
by
the
negligence
of
drunken
Mariners
,
and
Kynge
Rychard
the
fyrst
slaine
with
a
quarel
in
his
chiefe
prosperity
.
The
most
vnnaturall
murther
of
Artur
Duke
of
Britayne
right
Heyre
of
Englande
,
by
king
Ihon
his
vncle
,
with
the
death
of
Isabell
his
Sister
by
Famyne
.
The
myserable
ende
of
the
sayd
king
Ihon
their
vncle
by
Surfet
,
or
as
some
write
poysoned
by
a
Monke
of
the
Abbey
of
Swinsted
in
Lyncolneshrye
.
Are
not
their
Histories
ruful
,
and
of
rare
Example
?
But
as
it
should
appeare
,
Bochas
being
an
Italian
,
minded
most
the
Romayne
,
and
Italike
Story
,
or
els
perhaps
hee
wanted
the
knowledge
of
ours
.
It
were
therefore
a
goodly
and
notable
matter
,
to
search
and
discourse
our
whole
story
from
the
first
beginninge
of
the
inhabiting
of
the
Isle
.
But
seeinge
the
Printers
mynde
is
to
haue
vs
supply
where
Lidgate
left
,
we
wil●
leaue
that
great
labour
to
other
that
may
intende
it
,
and
(
as
one
being
bold
fyrst
to
breake
the
Ise
)
I
will
begin
at
the
reigne
of
Rychard
the
second
,
a
time
as
troublesome
to
the
people
,
as
vnlucky
to
the
Prince
.
And
for
asmutch
frende
Baldwin
,
as
it
shall
be
your
charge
to
penne
orderly
the
whole
processe
:
I
will
so
far
as
my
memory
,
and
iudgement
serueth
,
somewhat
further
you
in
the
truth
of
the
story
.
And
therefore
omittinge
the
ruffle
made
by
Iacke
Straw
&
his
Lewd
meiney
,
with
the
murder
of
many
notable
men
which
thereby
happened
,
(
for
Iacke
as
yee
knowe
was
but
a
poore
Prince
)
I
wil
begin
with
a
notable
example
,
which
within
a
while
after
ensued
.
And
although
the
person
(
at
whom
I
beginne
)
was
no
kinge
nor
Prince
:
yet
sithens
he
had
a
Princely
office
,
I
wil
take
vpon
mee
the
miserable
person
of
Syr
Robert
Tresilian
chiefe
Iustice
of
Englande
,
and
of
other
his
fellowes
learned
in
the
Law
that
were
plagued
with
him
:
thereby
to
warne
all
of
theyr
callinge
&
profession
,
to
be
ware
of
wronge
Iudgementes
,
misconstruinge
of
Lawes
,
or
wrestinge
the
same
to
serue
the
Prynces
turne
,
which
rightfully
brought
them
to
a
myserable
ende
,
which
they
may
iustly
lament
in
maner
ensuinge
.
*
⁎
*
❧
THE
FALL
OF
SIR
Robert
Tresilian
chief
Iustice
of
England
,
and
other
his
fellowes
,
for
misconstruinge
the
Lawes
and
expoundinge
them
to
serue
the
Prynces
affections
.
Anno.
1388.
IN
the
rufull
Regester
of
mischifee
,
and
mishap
,
Baldwin
we
besech
thee
with
our
names
to
begin
,
Whom
vnfrendly
Fortune
did
trayne
vnto
a
trap
,
When
we
our
state
estéem'd
most
stable
to
haue
bin
:
So
lightly
léese
they
all
,
which
all
do
weene
to
winne
:
Learne
by
vs
yee
Lawyers
,
and
Iudges
of
the
Lande
,
Vpright
and
vncorrupt
in
dome
alway
to
stand
.
And
print
yee
this
president
to
remayne
for
euer
,
Enroll
and
recorde
it
in
tables
made
of
Brasse
,
Engraue
it
in
Marble
that
may
bee
razed
neuer
,
Where
Iudges
of
the
Lawe
may
sée
as
in
a
Glasse
,
What
guerdon
is
for
guile
,
and
what
our
wages
was
,
Who
for
filthy
lucre
,
corrupt
with
meede
and
awe
,
Wittingly
and
wretchedly
did
wrest
the
sence
of
Lawe
.
A
chaunge
more
new
or
straunge
,
when
was
there
euer
séene
,
Then
Iudges
from
the
Bench
to
come
downe
to
the
Barre
,
And
counsaylours
that
were
,
most
nigh
to
King
and
Quéene
Exiled
their
countrey
,
from
Court
and
counsayle
farre
,
But
such
is
Fortunes
play
that
can
both
make
and
marre
,
Exaltinge
to
most
highe
,
that
was
before
most
lowe
,
And
turning
tayle
agayne
,
the
lofty
downe
to
throwe
.
And
such
as
late
afore
,
could
stoutly
speake
and
pleade
Both
in
Court
,
and
Countrey
,
carelesse
of
the
triall
,
Stand
muet
as
Mammers
without
aduice
,
or
reade
All
to
seeke
of
shiftinge
,
by
trauerse
or
deniall
Which
haue
seene
the
day
,
when
for
a
golden
Riall
By
finesse
and
cunning
,
could
haue
made
blacke
seeme
whit
And
most
extorted
wronge
,
to
haue
appeared
righte
.
Whilst
thus
on
bench
aboue
,
wee
had
the
highest
place
,
Our
reasons
were
to
strong
,
for
any
to
confute
,
But
when
at
barre
beneath
,
we
came
to
pleade
our
case
Our
wittes
were
in
the
wane
,
our
pleadinge
very
brute
,
Hard
it
is
for
Prisoners
,
with
Iudges
to
dispute
When
many
against
one
,
and
none
for
one
shall
speake
.
Who
weenes
himselfe
most
wyse
,
shall
haply
be
to
weake
.
To
you
therefore
that
sit
,
these
fewe
wordes
will
I
say
,
That
no
man
sits
so
sure
,
but
may
be
brought
to
stand
,
Wherefore
whilst
you
haue
place
,
&
beare
the
swing
,
&
sway
By
fauour
without
rygor
,
let
poincts
of
Law
bee
skand
:
Pitty
the
poore
Prysoner
that
holdeth
vp
his
hand
,
Ne
lade
him
not
with
Law
,
who
least
of
Law
hath
knowne
,
Remember
ere
yee
dye
,
the
case
may
bee
your
owne
.
Beholde
mee
vnfortunate
Foreman
of
thys
Flocke
,
Tresilian
,
sometime
chiefe
Iustice
of
this
Lande
.
A
Gentleman
by
byrth
,
no
stayne
was
in
my
Stocke
,
Locketon
,
H●lt
,
and
Belknay
,
with
other
of
my
bande
,
Which
the
Lawe
and
Iustice
had
wholly
in
our
hande
,
Vnder
the
second
Rychard
a
Prince
of
great
estates
To
whom
and
vs
also
,
blinde
Fortune
gaue
the
mate
.
In
the
common
Lawes
oure
skill
was
so
profounde
,
Oure
credit
and
aucthority
such
,
and
so
estéemed
,
That
what
that
we
concluded
was
taken
for
a
grounde
,
Allowed
was
for
Lawe
,
what
so
to
vs
best
seemed
.
Lyfe
,
Death
,
Landes
,
goods
,
and
all
by
vs
was
deemed
.
Whereby
with
easy
payne
,
great
gaine
we
did
in
fet
,
And
euery
thinge
was
fishe
,
that
came
vnto
our
net
.
At
Sessions
and
Sises
,
we
bare
the
stroke
and
sway
,
In
pantents
and
commission
,
of
Quorum
alway
chiefe
:
So
that
to
whether
side
,
soeuer
we
did
way
,
Were
it
by
right
or
wronge
,
it
past
without
represe
,
The
true
man
we
let
hang
,
somwhiles
to
saue
a
Thiefe
,
Of
Golde
and
of
Siluer
,
our
handes
were
neuer
empty
,
Offices
,
F●rmes
,
and
Fees
,
fell
to
vs
in
great
plenty
.
But
what
thinge
may
suffice
vnto
the
greedy
man
?
The
more
he
hath
in
hold
,
the
more
he
doth
desire
,
Happy
and
twyce
happy
is
hee
,
that
wisely
can
Content
himselfe
with
that
,
which
reason
doth
require
,
And
moyleth
for
no
more
,
then
for
his
needefull
hyre
:
But
greedinesse
of
minde
doth
seeldome
keepe
the
syse
,
To
whom
enough
and
more
,
at
no
time
doth
suffise
.
For
like
as
Dropsy
pacients
drinke
and
still
be
drye
,
Whose
vnstaunched
Thirst
no
Liquor
can
Alaye
,
And
drincke
they
nere
so
mutch
,
yet
Thirst
they
by
and
by
,
So
Catchers
,
and
Snatchers
toyle
both
night
and
day
,
Not
néedy
but
gréedy
,
still
prollinge
for
their
Praye
,
O
endelesse
Thirst
of
Gold
▪
corrupter
of
all
Lawes
,
What
mischiefe
is
on
mould
whereof
thou
art
not
cause
.
Thou
madest
vs
forget
the
fayth
we
did
professe
,
When
Sergeants
we
were
sworne
to
serue
the
common
Law
,
Makyng
a
solempne
oth
in
no
paynt
to
dygresse
.
From
approued
Principles
in
sentence
nor
in
sawe
:
But
we
vnhappy
wyghts
without
al
dread
and
awe
,
Of
the
Iudge
eternall
,
more
high
to
be
promoted
.
To
Mammon
more
then
God
,
all
wholly
were
deuoted
.
The
Lawes
we
did
interprete
and
statutes
of
the
Land
,
Not
truely
by
the
Text
,
but
newly
by
a
gloase
:
And
wordes
that
were
most
plaine
,
when
they
by
vs
were
scand
,
Wee
turned
by
construction
like
a
Welshmans
hoase
,
Whereby
many
a
one
both
life
and
Land
did
loose
:
Yet
this
we
made
our
meane
to
mount
a
loft
on
Mules
,
And
seruing
times
and
turues
,
peruerted
Lawes
and
rules
.
Thus
clyming
and
contending
alway
to
the
toppe
.
From
hie
,
vato
higher
,
and
than
to
be
most
hye
,
The
honny
dew
of
Fortune
so
fast
on
vs
did
droppe
,
That
of
King
Richards
counsayle
we
came
to
be
most
nye
:
Whose
fauoure
to
attayne
,
we
were
full
fine
and
slye
Alway
to
his
auayle
,
where
any
sense
might
sound
,
That
way
(
were
it
all
wrong
)
●he
Lawes
we
did
expound
.
So
workinge
Lawe
like
waxe
,
the
subiect
was
not
sure
Of
Life
,
Land
,
nor
goods
,
but
at
the
Princes
will
,
Which
caused
his
kingdome
the
shorter
time
to
dure
,
For
clayminge
power
absolute
both
to
saue
and
spill
,
The
Prince
thereby
presumed
his
people
for
to
pill
:
And
set
his
lustes
for
Lawe
,
and
will
had
reasons
place
,
No
more
but
hange
and
draw
,
there
was
no
better
grace
.
The
King
thus
outleaping
,
the
limits
of
his
lawe
,
Not
raygning
but
raginge
,
as
wyll
did
him
entice
,
Wyse
and
worthy
persons
from
Court
did
daylye
drawe
,
Sage
counsell
see
at
naught
,
proud
vaunters
were
in
price
,
And
roysters
bare
the
rule
,
which
wasted
al
in
vyce
,
Of
ryot
and
excesse
,
grew
scarcitie
and
lacke
,
Of
●acking
came
taxing
,
and
so
went
wealth
to
wracke
.
The
Barons
of
the
Land
,
not
bearing
this
abuse
,
Conspiring
with
the
commons
assembled
by
assent
,
And
seing
no
reason
nor
trea●ye
could
induce
The
king
in
any
thing
his
rigour
to
relent
,
Maugre
his
princely
mynde
:
they
cald
a
Parliament
Francke
and
free
for
all
men
,
vnchecked
to
debate
Aswell
for
weale
publique
,
as
for
the
Princes
state
.
In
which
high
assemblye
,
great
thinges
were
proponed
.
Touching
the
Princes
state
,
his
regally
and
crowne
,
By
reason
that
Richard
,
which
much
was
to
be
moned
,
Without
regard
at
all
,
of
honour
or
renowne
,
Misled
by
ill
aduise
,
had
turnde
al
vpside
downe
:
For
sure●ie
of
whose
state
,
them
thought
it
did
behooue
.
His
counsailours
corrupt
,
by
order
to
remoue
.
Among
whom
,
Robert
Veer
,
called
Duke
of
Ireland
,
With
Mighel
Delapoole
,
of
Suffolke
new
made
Earle
.
Th
archbyshop
of
Yorke
was
also
of
our
hand
:
With
Brembre
of
London
a
ful
vncurteous
churle
)
Some
learned
in
the
law
in
exile
they
did
hurle
:
But
I
iudge
Tresilian
,
because
I
was
the
chiefe
,
Was
dam●ned
to
the
Gallowes
to
dye
there
as
a
thiefe
.
Lo
the
fyne
of
falshoode
,
the
stipend
of
corruption
,
The
●ickle
f●e
of
fraud
,
the
fruites
it
doth
procure
,
Ye
iudges
now
liuing
,
let
out
iust
punition
Teach
you
to
shake
of
brybes
,
and
kepe
your
h●ndes
al
pure
,
Riches
and
promocion
be
vayne
thinges
,
and
vnsure
:
The
fauour
of
a
Prince
is
an
vntrustie
staye
,
But
Iustice
hath
a
fee
,
that
shal
remayne
alwaye
.
What
gloryis
more
greater
in
sight
of
God
or
man
.
Then
by
pathes
of
Iustice
in
Iudgement
to
procede
?
So
duelye
and
truely
the
lawes
alway
to
skan
,
That
Iustice
may
take
place
without
reward
or
meede
,
Set
apart
all
flattery
and
vayne
worldly
dreede
:
Set
God
before
your
eyes
the
righteous
Iudge
supreme
,
Remember
wel
your
reckening
at
the
day
extreame
.
Abandon
all
affray
,
be
soothfast
in
your
sawes
,
Be
constant
and
carelesse
of
mortall
mens
displeasure
.
With
eyes
shut
,
&
hands
closde
,
you
should
pronounce
the
lawes
Way
not
this
worldly
mucke
,
thincke
there
is
a
treasure
More
worth
then
Gold
or
stone
,
a
thousand
times
in
valure
,
Reposed
for
all
such
as
righteousnes
ensue
,
Wherof
you
cannot
fayle
,
the
promise
made
is
true
.
If
Iudges
in
our
dayes
would
ponder
wel
in
mynde
,
The
fatall
fall
of
vs
,
for
wresting
lawe
and
right
,
Such
statutes
as
touch
lyfe
,
should
not
be
thus
definde
By
sences
constrained
,
against
true
meaning
quite
,
Aswel
they
might
affirme
the
blacke
for
to
be
whyte
.
Wherfore
we
wish
they
would
,
our
act
and
end
compare
,
And
waying
wel
the
case
,
they
wyl
(
we
trust
)
beware
.
Finis
.
G.
F.
WHen
finished
was
this
Tragedy
,
which
semed
not
vnfyt
for
the
persons
touched
in
the
same
.
Another
which
in
the
meane
tyme
had
stayde
vppon
syr
Roger
Mortimer
Earle
of
March
,
and
heyre
apparaunt
of
Englande
,
whose
miserable
end
(
as
it
should
appeare
)
was
somwhat
before
the
others
:
sayd
as
foloweth
.
Although
it
be
not
greatlye
appertinent
to
our
purposed
matter
,
yet
in
my
iudgement
,
I
thincke
it
would
do
wel
to
obserue
the
tymes
of
these
great
infortunes
,
and
as
they
be
more
auncient
in
tyme
,
so
to
place
their
seuerall
plaintes
:
For
I
fynde
that
before
these
(
of
whom
maister
Ferrers
here
hath
spoken
)
there
were
two
earles
of
the
name
of
Mortimer
,
the
one
in
the
tyme
of
king
Edward
the
third
out
of
our
date
:
another
in
Richard
the
secondes
time
,
slayne
in
Ireland
,
a
yeare
before
the
fal
of
these
Iustices
:
whose
hystorie
syth
it
is
notable
,
and
th
example
fruitful
,
it
were
not
good
to
ouerpasse
.
And
therfore
by
your
lycence
and
fauours
,
I
wyl
take
vpon
me
the
personage
of
the
earle
Mortimer
called
Roger
,
who
full
of
bloudye
woundes
mangled
,
with
a
pale
countenaunce
,
and
grieslye
looke
,
may
make
his
moane
to
Baldwin
,
in
this
wise
.
HOW
THE
TWO
ROGERS
,
surnamed
Mortimers
,
for
their
sundrye
Vyces
,
ended
theire
lyues
vnfortunatelye
,
the
one
Anno.
1329.
the
other
.
Anno.
1387.
AMong
the
ryders
on
the
rolling
wheele
,
Which
lost
their
holdes
,
Baldwyn
forget
not
mee
Whose
fatall
thred
,
vntimelye
death
dyd
reele
Ere
it
were
twisted
,
by
the
Sisters
threee
,
All
folke
be
●rayle
,
theyr
blisses
brittle
bee
:
For
proofe
whereof
,
although
none
other
were
,
Suffice
may
I
,
Sir
Roger
Mortimer
.
Not
he
that
was
in
Edwardes
dayes
the
third
,
Whom
Fortune
brought
from
boote
to
extreme
bale
,
With
loue
of
whom
,
the
Queene
so
much
was
stird
,
As
for
his
sake
from
honour
she
did
scale
,
And
whilest
Fortune
,
blew
on
this
pleasaunt
gale
,
Heauing
him
high
on
her
triumphall
Arch
,
By
meane
of
her
hee
was
made
Earle
of
March.
Whence
pryde
out
sprang
,
as
doth
appeare
by
manye
,
Whom
soden
hap
,
aduaunceth
in
excesse
,
Among
thousandes
,
scarse
shal
you
fynde
anye
,
Which
in
high
wealth
that
humor
can
suppresse
,
As
in
this
earle
,
playne
proofe
did
wel
expresse
:
For
whereas
hee
too
loftye
was
before
,
His
new
degree
hath
made
him
now
much
more
.
For
now
alone
he
ruleth
as
him
lust
,
Respecting
none
saue
only
the
Queene
mother
,
Which
moued
malice
to
foulder
out
the
rust
,
Which
deepe
in
hate
,
before
did
lye
and
smother
.
The
Peeres
,
the
People
,
aswel
the
one
as
other
.
Against
him
made
so
haynous
a
complaint
,
That
for
a
traytour
,
they
did
the
Earle
attaynt
.
Than
al
such
crimes
as
hidden
lay
before
,
They
skower
a
fresh
,
and
somwhat
to
them
adde
,
For
hydden
hate
hath
eloquence
in
store
,
Whan
Fortune
biddes
small
faultes
to
make
more
bad
,
Fyue
haynous
crymes
against
him
soone
were
had
,
Causing
the
king
to
yeld
vnto
the
Scot
,
Townes
that
this
father
,
but
late
afore
had
got
.
And
therewithall
the
Charter
called
Ragman
,
Yeuen
to
the
Scots
for
brybes
and
priuie
gayne
,
That
by
his
meanes
sir
Edward
of
Carnaruan
In
Berckley
Castel
,
most
cruelly
was
slayne
:
That
with
his
princes
mother
he
had
layne
,
And
last
of
all
by
pyllage
at
his
pleasure
,
Had
spoyld
the
kyng
and
commons
of
their
treasure
.
For
these
thinges
lo
,
which
erst
were
out
of
mynde
,
Dampned
he
was
,
and
honged
at
the
last
,
In
whom
dame
Fortune
fully
shewed
her
kynde
,
For
whome
she
heaues
,
she
hurleth
downe
as
fast
:
It
men
to
come
,
would
learne
by
other
past
,
My
coosius
fall
might
cause
them
set
asyde
,
High
clymim
,
brybing
,
adultery
and
pryde
,
The
fynal
cause
,
why
I
this
processe
tell
,
Is
that
I
may
be
knowen
from
this
other
,
My
like
in
name
,
vnlike
me
though
he
fel.
Which
was
I
wene
my
graund
sire
or
his
brother
:
To
count
my
kin
,
Dame
Philip
was
my
mother
,
Eldest
daughter
and
heire
of
Lyonell
,
Of
King
Edward
the
third
the
second
sequele
.
My
Father
hight
sir
Edmund
Mortimer
,
Cald
Earle
of
March
,
whence
I
was
after
Earle
,
By
true
discent
these
two
my
parentes
were
,
Of
which
the
one
of
knighthood
bare
ferl
Of
Ladies
all
,
the
other
was
the
pearle
:
After
whose
Death
I
onely
stoode
in
plight
,
To
be
next
heyre
vnto
the
crowne
by
right
.
Touching
the
case
of
my
cousin
Roger
,
(
Whose
ruful
end
euen
now
I
did
relate
)
Was
found
in
tyme
an
vndue
atteindre
Against
the
law
,
by
those
that
bare
him
hate
:
For
where
by
lawe
ech
man
of
free
estate
,
Should
be
heard
speake
before
his
iudgement
passe
,
That
common
grace
to
him
denyed
was
.
Wherfore
by
doome
in
Court
of
Parliament
,
His
atteindre
appering
erroneous
,
The
King
,
the
Lordes
,
and
Cammons
of
assent
,
His
lawlesse
death
vnlawful
did
discusse
,
And
both
to
bloud
and
good
restored
vs
:
A
president
worthy
,
in
record
left
,
Lordes
lygnes
to
saue
,
by
lawles
meanes
bereft
.
Whyle
Fortune
thus
did
frendly
me
reteyne
,
Rychard
the
king
,
that
second
was
by
name
,
Hauing
none
heire
after
him
to
reigne
:
Made
me
his
mate
in
earnest
and
in
game
:
The
Lordes
themselues
so
wel
allowd
the
same
,
That
through
my
titles
●ulye
comming
downe
,
I
was
made
heire
apparaunt
to
the
crowne
.
Who
then
but
I
was
euery
where
esteemed
?
Wel
was
the
man
that
vnderstoode
my
●ert
,
Whom
I
allowed
,
as
Lordes
the
People
deemed
,
And
me
to
serue
was
euery
mannes
entent
,
With
all
that
wyt
or
cunning
could
inuent
:
To
me
as
prince
attended
great
and
small
,
In
hope
a
day
would
come
to
pay
for
all
.
But
seeldome
ioye
continueth
trouble
voyde
,
In
greatest
charge
cares
greatest
do
ensue
,
The
most
possest
,
are
euer
most
anoyed
,
In
largest
seas
sor●
tempestes
lightly
brue
,
The
freshest
colours
,
soonest
chaunge
their
hue
,
In
thickest
place
is
made
the
diepest
wounde
,
True
proofe
whereof
,
my selfe
to
soone
haue
found
,
For
whiles
Fortune
so
luld
me
in
her
lap
,
And
gaue
me
giftes
more
than
I
did
require
,
The
double
Dame
behynde
me
set
a
trap
,
To
dash
me
downe
and
laye
all
in
the
myre
:
The
Irish
Kernes
agaynst
mee
did
conspyre
,
My
Landes
of
Vlster
vniustly
to
bereaue
,
Which
my
mother
for
heritage
did
me
leaue
.
And
whyles
I
there
to
set
all
thinges
in
staye
,
(
Omit
my
toyles
and
troubles
thytherwarde
)
Among
mine
owne
,
with
my
retinue
laye
,
The
wylder
sort
,
whom
I
did
least
regard
,
And
therfore
the
rechlesse
mannes
reward
:
When
least
I
thought
,
set
on
me
in
such
number
,
That
fro
my
corps
,
the
lyfe
they
set
asunder
.
Nought
might
auayle
my
courage
nor
my
force
,
Nor
helpe
of
frendes
.
which
were
alas
to
few
:
The
cruel
folke
assaulted
so
my
horse
,
That
all
my
helpes
in
pieces
they
to
hew
,
Our
bloud
distaind
the
ground
as
drops
of
dewe
.
Nought
might
preuayle
to
flye
or
yet
to
yelde
,
For
whom
they
take
they
murther
in
che
fielde
.
No
law
of
Armes
they
know
,
nor
none
wil
learne
:
They
make
not
warre
(
as
other
do
)
a
play
,
The
Lord
,
the
Boy
,
the
Gallowglasse
,
the
Kerne
,
Yeeld
or
not
yelde
,
whom
so
they
take
they
slaye
,
They
saue
no
prisoners
,
for
raunsome
,
nor
for
paye
:
Their
booty
chiefe
,
they
coumpt
a
deadmans
heade
Their
end
of
warre
's
to
see
their
enemie
dead
.
Amongest
these
men
,
or
rather
sauage
beasts
I
lost
my
lyfe
,
by
cruel
murther
slayne
,
And
therfore
Baldwin
note
thou
well
my
gestes
,
And
warne
all
princes
rashnes
to
refrayne
,
Bid
them
beware
their
enemies
when
they
fayne
,
Nor
yet
presume
to
make
their
match
amisse
,
Had
I
not
so
done
,
I
had
not
come
to
this
,
At
naught
I
set
a
sort
of
naked
men
,
And
much
the
lesse
,
seeming
to
flye
away
,
One
man
me
thought
was
good
ynough
for
ten
,
Making
small
account
of
number
more
or
lesse
,
Madnesse
it
is
,
in
warre
to
goo
by
gesse
,
At
vnwares
assaulted
by
our
fone
,
Which
were
in
number
fourtie
to
vs
one
.
See
here
the
slay
of
pompe
and
highe
estate
,
The
feeble
hold
of
this
vncerteyn
lyfe
,
For
I
but
young
,
proclaymed
Prince
but
late
,
Hauing
fayre
fruict
by
my
belooued
wyfe
:
Lost
all
at
once
by
stroake
of
bloudy
knife
:
Whereby
assurde
,
let
men
themselues
assure
,
That
wealth
,
and
lyfe
are
doubtful
to
endure
.
FINIS
.
T.
Ch.
AFter
this
Tragedye
ended
,
Mays●er
Ferrers
sayde
,
seeinge
it
is
beste
to
place
eche
person
in
his
order
,
Baldwin
take
you
the
Chronicles
&
marke
them
as
they
come
:
for
there
are
many
worthye
to
bee
noted
,
thoughe
not
treated
of
.
First
the
Lorde
Murrey
a
Scottish
man
,
who
tooke
his
deathes
wound
through
a
stroake
lent
him
by
the
Earle
of
Notingham
,
whom
he
chalenged
at
the
Tylt
:
But
to
omit
him
and
also
the
fatte
Pryor
of
Typtre
,
pressed
to
death
with
thronge
of
People
vppon
London
Bridge
at
the
Queenes
entrye
,
I
wyll
come
to
the
Duke
of
Glocester
the
kinges
vncle
,
a
man
mynding
the
common
wealth
,
and
yet
at
length
miserably
made
away
,
in
whose
person
if
ye
wil
geeue
eare
,
ye
shal
heare
what
I
thinke
meete
to
be
sayd
.
HOWE
SIR
THOMAS
of
Woodstocke
,
Duke
of
Glocestre
,
Vncle
to
King
Rychard
the
second
,
was
vnlawfully
murdered
.
Anno.
1397.
WHo
stablisht
is
in
State
,
seeming
most
sure
,
And
so
far
from
daunger
of
Fortunnes
blast
,
As
by
the
compas●●
o●
mannes
coniecture
,
No
brasen
pylter
may
be
fyxt
more
fast
:
Yet
wanting
the
stay
of
prudent
forecast
,
Whan
froward
Fortune
list
for
to
frowne
,
May
in
a
moment
turne
vpside
downe
.
In
proofe
whereof
,
O
Baldwin
,
take
payne
,
Turne
thine
care
to
Thomas
of
Woodstocke
,
Prest
in
presence
on
Fortune
to
complaine
,
In
the
forlorne
hope
of
English
flocke
:
Who
by
discent
was
of
the
royall
stocke
,
Sonne
to
king
Edward
,
third
of
that
name
,
And
second
to
none
in
glorye
and
fame
.
This
noble
father
to
maynteyn
my
state
,
With
Buckingham
Earledome
did
me
i●dowe
:
Both
Nature
and
Fortune
to
me
were
grate
,
Denying
mee
nothing
which
they
might
allow
:
Their
sundrye
graces
in
me
did
so
flowe
,
As
beautye
,
strength
,
high
fauour
,
and
fame
,
Who
may
of
God
more
wish
then
the
same
?
Brothers
we
were
to
the
number
of
seuen
,
I
beeing
the
sixt
,
and
youngest
but
one
:
A
more
royall
race
was
not
vnder
heauen
,
More
sto●t
or
more
stately
,
of
stomacke
&
person
,
Princes
al
peerelesse
in
ech
condition
,
Namelye
syr
Edward
,
called
the
blacke
Prince
,
When
had
England
the
like
before
or
euer
since
?
But
what
of
all
this
,
any
man
to
assure
,
In
state
vncarefull
of
Fortunes
variaunce
?
Syth
daylye
and
hourelye
wee
see
it
in
vre
,
That
where
most
cause
is
of
affiaunce
,
Euen
there
is
found
most
weake
assuraunce
:
Let
none
trust
Fortune
,
but
folow
reason
,
For
often
wee
see
in
trust
is
treason
.
This
prouerbe
in
proofe
ouer
true
I
tryed
,
Fynding
high
treason
in
place
of
high
trust
,
And
most
false
fayth
where
I
most
affyed
:
Beinge
by
them
that
should
haue
bene
iust
.
Trayterouslye
entrapt
,
ere
I
could
mistrust
,
Ah
wretched
world
,
what
is
it
to
trust
thee
?
Let
them
that
wil
learne
now
harken
to
mee
.
After
king
Edward
the
thirdes
decease
,
Succeeded
my
Nephewe
Richard
to
raigne
,
Who
for
his
glory
and
honours
encrease
,
Wich
princely
wages
did
me
entertaine
,
Against
the
Frenchmen
to
be
his
Chieftayne
:
So
passing
the
Seas
with
royall
puissaunce
,
With
God
and
S.
George
I
inuaded
Fraunce
.
Wastinge
the
country
with
sword
and
with
fyre
,
Ouer
turning
townes
,
high
Castles
and
towers
,
Like
Mars
God
of
warre
,
enflamed
with
ire
,
I
forced
the
Frenchmen
t'
abandon
their
bowers
?
Where
euer
we
matcht
,
I
wan
at
all
howers
,
In
such
wise
visiting
both
Cittie
ad
village
,
That
alway
my
souldiers
were
laden
with
pyllage
.
With
honour
and
tryumph
was
my
returne
,
Was
none
more
ioyous
than
young
king
Richard
Who
minding
more
highlye
my
state
to
adourne
,
With
Glocestre
Dukedome
did
me
reward
:
And
after
in
mariage
I
was
prefarde
,
To
a
daughter
of
Bohun
an
Earle
honourable
:
By
whom
I
was
of
England
high
Constable
.
Thus
hoysted
high
on
Fortunes
whyrling
wheele
,
As
one
on
a
stage
attending
a
playe
,
Seeth
not
on
which
syde
the
scaffold
doth
reele
,
Til
timber
and
poales
and
al
flye
awaye
.
So
fared
it
by
me
.
for
day
by
daye
,
As
honour
encreased
I
looked
stil
higher
,
Not
seing
the
daunger
of
my
fond
desier
.
For
Fortunes
floud
thus
running
with
ful
streame
,
And
I
a
Duke
descended
of
great
kinges
,
Constable
of
England
,
chiefe
officer
in
the
realme
,
Abused
with
assuraunce
in
these
vayne
thinges
,
I
went
without
feete
,
and
flew
without
winges
:
Presuming
so
faire
vpon
my
high
estate
,
That
dread
set
apart
my
Prince
I
would
mate
.
For
whereas
all
kinges
haue
counsel
of
their
choyse
,
To
whom
they
referre
the
rule
of
their
Land
,
With
certein
familiers
in
whom
to
reioyce
,
For
pleasure
or
profite
,
as
the
case
shall
stand
,
I
not
hearing
this
,
would
needes
take
in
hand
,
Maugre
his
will
,
those
persons
to
disgrace
,
And
such
as
I
thought
●●tie
to
settle
in
their
place
.
But
as
an
old
Booke
sayth
,
who
so
wil
assay
,
About
the
Cats
necke
to
hang
on
any
Bell
,
Had
first
neede
to
cut
the
Cats
clawes
awaye
Least
if
the
Cat
be
curst
,
and
not
camed
well
,
She
happly
with
her
nayles
may
clawe
him
to
the
fell
,
So
putting
on
the
Bel
about
the
Cats
necke
,
By
being
too
busie
I
caught
a
cruel
checke
.
Reade
wel
the
sentence
of
the
Rat
of
renowne
,
Which
Pierce
the
Plowman
describes
in
his
Dreame
,
And
who
so
hath
wy●
the
sence
to
expoune
,
Shal
fynde
,
that
to
brydle
the
Prince
of
a
Realme
,
Is
euen
(
as
who
sayth
)
to
stryue
with
the
streame
:
Note
this
all
subiectes
and
construe
it
well
,
And
busie
not
your
Braynes
about
the
Cats
bel
.
But
in
that
ye
be
Lieges
learne
to
obay
,
Submitting
your
willes
to
your
Princes
Lawes
,
It
sitteth
not
a
subiect
to
haue
his
owne
waye
,
Remember
this
prouer
be
of
the
Cats
clawes
:
For
Princes
like
Lyons
haue
long
and
large
pawes
That
reach
at
Randon
,
and
whom
they
once
twitch
,
They
claw
to
the
boane
before
the
skinne
itch
.
But
to
my
purpose
,
I
being
once
bent
,
Towardes
the
atchieving
of
my
attemptate
.
Foure
bold
Barons
were
of
myne
assent
,
By
oath
and
aliaunce
fastlye
confederate
,
First
Henry
of
Derby
an
Earle
of
estate
,
Richard
of
Arundel
,
and
Thomas
of
Warwicke
,
With
Mowbray
the
Marshal
,
a
man
most
warlike
.
At
Ratecote
bridge
assembled
our
band
,
The
commons
in
clusters
came
to
vs
that
day
,
To
daunt
Robert
Veer
,
then
Duke
of
Ireland
,
By
whom
King
Richard
was
ruled
alway
,
We
put
him
to
flight
and
brake
his
array
,
Then
Maugre
the
king
his
leaue
or
assent
,
By
Constables
power
we
cald
a
Parliament
.
Where
not
in
Roabes
,
but
with
Baslardes
bright
,
We
came
for
to
parle
of
the
Publique
weale
,
Confirming
our
quarel
with
maine
and
with
might
,
With
swordes
and
no
wordes
we
tryed
our
appeale
,
In
steede
of
reason
declaring
our
zeale
,
And
whom
so
we
knew
with
the
king
in
good
grace
,
We
playnly
depriued
of
power
and
of
place
.
Some
with
short
processe
were
bannisht
the
Land
,
Some
executed
with
capitall
payne
,
Wherof
who
so
lis●
,
the
whole
to
vnderstand
,
In
the
Parliament
rolle
it
appeareth
playne
,
And
further
how
stoutly
we
did
the
king
straine
,
The
rule
of
his
realme
wholy
to
resigne
,
To
the
order
of
those
,
whom
we
did
assigne
.
But
note
the
sequele
of
such
presumption
,
Af●er
we
had
these
Myracles
thus
wrought
,
The
kinge
inflamed
with
indignation
,
By
Subiectes
thus
in
bondage
to
bee
brought
,
Suppress●●ge
the
Ire
of
his
inward
thought
:
Studied
nought
els
but
how
that
he
might
,
Be
highly
reuenged
of
this
high
dispight
.
Agreeued
was
also
this
later
offence
,
With
former
cause
of
〈◊〉
to
renewe
,
For
once
at
Wyndsor
I
brought
to
his
presence
,
The
Maior
of
London
with
all
his
retinewe
,
,
To
aske
accoumpt
of
the
Realmes
reuenew
:
And
the
Souldiers
of
Brest
by
me
were
made
bold
To
clayme
their
wages
,
when
the
towne
was
solde
.
These
griefes
remembred
with
all
the
remnaunt
,
Fulfyld
his
hart
with
hate
out
of
measure
,
Yet
openly
in
shew
made
he
no
semblaunt
,
By
word
or
by
deede
to
beare
displeasure
:
But
Frendship
fayned
,
in
proofe
is
found
vnsure
.
And
who
so
trusteth
a
foe
reconcilde
,
Is
for
the
most
part
alwayes
beguilde
.
For
as
fier
ill
quencht
will
vp
●at
a
start
,
And
sores
not
wel
salued
do
breake
out
of
new
,
So
hatred
hidden
in
an
ireful
hart
,
Where
it
hath
not
had
long
season
to
brew
,
Vpon
euery
occasion
doth
easely
renew
:
Not
fayling
at
last
,
if
it
be
not
let
,
To
pay
large
vsurie
besides
the
due
de●
,
Euen
so
it
fared
by
this
frendship
fayned
,
Outwardly
sound
and
inwardly
rotten
:
For
when
the
kings
fauour
in
seeming
was
gayned
:
All
olde
displeasures
forgeeuen
and
forgotten
,
Euen
than
at
a
soden
the
shaft
was
shotten
,
Which
pearced
my
hart
voyd
of
mistrust
,
Alas
that
a
Prince
should
be
so
vniust
.
For
lyinge
at
Plashey
my selfe
to
repose
,
With
long
sickness●
diseased
very
sore
:
The
King
espying
me
apart
from
those
,
With
whom
I
was
confedered
before
,
Thought
it
not
meete
to
tract
the
time
more
But
glad
'to
take
me
at
such
aduauntage
,
Came
to
salute
mee
with
frendly
visage
.
Who
hauing
a
Band
bound
to
his
bent
,
By
colour
of
kindnesse
to
visite
his
Eame
,
Tooke
tyme
to
accomplish
his
cruel
entent
:
And
in
a
small
vessel
downe
by
the
streame
,
Conueid
me
to
Calais
out
of
the
realme
,
Where
without
processe
or
doome
of
my
peares
,
Not
nature
but
murder
abridged
my
yeares
.
This
act
was
odious
to
God
and
to
man
,
Yet
rigour
to
cloake
to
ha●it
of
reason
,
By
craftye
compasse
deuise
they
can
,
Articles
nine
of
right
haynous
treason
:
But
doome
after
death
is
sure
out
of
season
,
For
who
euer
saw
so
straunge
a
president
,
As
execution
to
goe
before
iudgement
.
Thus
hate
harboured
in
depth
of
mynde
,
By
sought
occasion
burst
out
of
new
.
And
c●u●l●ye
abused
the
lawe
of
kinde
,
When
that
the
Nephue
the
vncle
slew
,
Alas
King
Richard
,
sore
maist
thou
rue
-
Which
by
this
fact
preparedst
a
playne
waye
,
Of
thy
hard
destenye
to
hasten
the
daye
.
For
bloud
axeth
bloud
as
guerdon
due
,
And
vengeaunce
for
vengeaunce
is
iust
rewarde
:
O
righteous
God
thy
iudgementes
are
true
,
For
looke
what
measure
to
others
we
awarde
,
The
same
for
vs
againe
is
preparde
:
Take
heede
ye
princes
by
examples
past
,
Bloud
wil
haue
bloud
eyther
first
or
last
.
FINIS
.
G.
F.
WHen
maister
Ferrers
had
ended
this
fruictfull
Tragedye
,
because
no
man
was
readye
with
an
other
,
hauing
perused
the
storie
which
came
next
,
sayde
:
because
you
shall
not
saye
(
my
maysters
)
but
that
I
will
somewhat
doe
my
parte
.
I
wyll
vnder
your
correction
,
declare
the
tragedye
of
Thomas
Mowbrey
,
Duke
of
Northfolke
,
the
chiefe
worker
of
the
Duke
of
Glocesters
destruction
:
who
to
admonish
all
counsaylours
to
b●ware
of
Flattring
Princes
or
falsely
enuying
or
accusing
their
Peregalles
,
may
lament
his
vyces
in
maner
folowinge
.
HOW
THE
LORDE
Mowbray
promoted
by
Kynge
Rychard
the
seconde
,
to
the
State
of
a
Duke
,
was
by
him
Banished
the
Realme
,
in
the
yeare
of
Christe
.
1398.
and
after
died
myserably
in
exile
.
THough
sorrowe
and
shame
abash
me
to
reherce
,
My
lothsome
lyfe
and
death
of
due
deserued
,
Yet
that
the
paynes
thereof
may
other
pearce
,
To
leaue
the
like
,
least
they
be
likewise
serued
,
Ah
Baldwin
marke
,
and
see
how
that
I
swerued
:
Dissemblinge
,
enuy
,
and
Flattery
,
bane
that
bee
Of
al
their
Hosts
,
haue
shewed
their
power
on
mee
.
A
blame
not
fortune
though
she
did
her
part
,
And
true
it
is
,
she
can
do
little
harme
,
She
guideth
goods
,
she
hampreth
not
the
hart
,
A
minde
well
●ent
,
is
safe
from
euery
charme
:
Vice
,
onely
vice
,
with
her
stout
strengthlesse
arme
,
Doth
cause
the
heart
from
good
to
ill
encline
,
Whych
I
alas
,
do
finde
to
true
by
myne
.
For
where
by
birth
I
came
of
noble
race
,
The
Mowbreys
heyre
,
a
famouse
house
and
olde
,
Fortune
I
thanke
,
gaue
me
so
good
a
grace
,
That
of
my
Prince
I
had
what
so
I
wolde
:
Yet
neyther
was
,
to
other
greatly
holde
,
For
I
through
flattery
abusd
his
wanton
youth
,
And
his
fond
trust
augmented
my
vntruth
.
Hee
made
mee
first
the
Earle
of
Notingham
,
And
Marshall
of
England
,
in
which
estate
The
Pieres
and
people
ioyntly
to
mee
came
,
With
sore
complaint
,
against
them
that
of
late
Made
officers
,
had
brought
the
kinge
in
hate
,
By
makinge
sale
of
Iustice
,
right
,
and
Lawe
,
And
liuinge
naught
:
without
all
dreade
or
awe
.
I
gaue
them
ayde
these
euils
to
redresse
,
And
went
to
London
with
an
army
strong
,
And
caused
the
king
,
against
his
will
oppresse
By
cruell
death
,
all
such
as
led
him
wrong
:
The
Lord
chiefe
Iustice
suffered
these
among
,
So
did
the
Steward
of
his
houshold
head
,
The
Chauncellor
scapt
,
for
he
aforehand
fled
.
These
wicked
men
thus
from
the
king
remoued
,
Who
best
vs
pleased
succeeded
in
their
place
:
For
which
both
Kinge
,
and
Commons
mutch
vs
loued
,
But
chiefly
I
with
all
stoode
high
in
grace
,
The
Kinge
ensued
my
rede
in
euery
case
,
Whence
selfe
loue
bred
:
for
glory
maketh
proude
,
And
pryde
ay
looketh
alone
to
bee
allowde
.
Wherefore
to
th'
ende
I
might
alone
enioy
The
Kinges
fauour
,
I
made
his
lust
my
lawe
:
And
where
of
late
I
laboured
to
destroy
,
Sutch
flatteringe
folke
,
as
thereto
stode
in
awe
,
Now
learned
I
amonge
the
rest
to
clawe
:
For
pride
is
sutch
,
if
it
be
kindly
caught
,
As
stroyeth
good
,
and
stirreth
vp
euery
naught
.
Pryde
prouoketh
to
flatter
for
the
pray
,
To
poll
,
and
oppresse
for
maintenaunce
of
the
same
,
To
malice
such
as
match
vnethes
it
may
:
And
to
be
briefe
,
pride
doth
the
hart
enflame
,
To
fyre
what
mischiefe
any
fraud
may
frame
,
And
euer
at
length
the
euils
by
it
wrought
Confound
the
worker
and
bring
him
vnto
nought
.
Behold
in
me
due
proofe
of
euery
part
,
For
pryde
prickt
me
first
my
prince
to
flatter
So
much
,
that
who
so
euer
pleased
his
hart
,
Were
it
neuer
so
euil
,
I
thought
it
a
lawfll
matter
,
Which
caused
the
Lordes
afresh
against
him
clatter
:
Because
of
Holdes
beyond
the
sea
that
●e
solde
.
And
seene
his
souldiers
of
their
wages
polde
.
Though
all
these
ills
were
done
by
myne
assent
,
Yet
such
was
lucke
that
ech
man
deemed
no
:
For
see
the
Duke
of
Glocestre
for
me
sent
,
With
other
Lordes
whose
hartes
did
bleede
for
woe
,
To
see
the
Realme
so
fast
to
ruine
goe
:
In
fault
whereof
,
they
sayd
the
two
Dukes
were
,
The
one
of
Yorke
,
the
other
of
Lancaster
.
On
whose
remoue
from
place
about
the
king
We
all
agreed
,
and
sware
a
solem●ne
oth
,
And
whilst
the
rest
prouided
for
this
thing
,
I
flatterer
I
,
to
wyn
the
prayse
of
troth
:
Wretch
that
I
was
brake
fayth
and
promise
both
:
For
I
bewrayed
the
King
,
their
whole
intent
,
For
which
vnwares
they
all
were
tane
and
shent
.
Thus
was
the
warder
of
the
Common
weale
,
The
Duke
of
Glocester
giltlesse
made
away
,
With
other
moe
,
more
wretch
I
so
to
deale
,
Who
through
vntruth
their
trust
did
ill
betraye
:
Yet
by
this
meanes
obteyned
I
my
praye
,
Of
king
and
Dukes
I
found
for
this
such
fauour
,
As
made
me
Duke
of
Northfolke
for
my
labour
.
But
see
how
pryde
and
enuye
ioyntly
runne
,
Because
my
Prince
did
more
then
me
preferre
,
Syr
Henry
Bolenbroke
the
Eldest
sonne
Of
Iohn
of
Gaunt
,
the
Duke
of
Lancaster
,
Proude
I
that
would
alone
be
blazing
sterre
,
Enuied
this
Duke
,
for
nought
saue
that
the
shyne
Of
his
desertes
,
did
glister
more
then
mine
.
To
th
end
therfore
his
light
should
be
the
lesse
,
I
slylye
sought
al
shiftes
to
put
it
out
,
But
as
the
poyze
that
would
the
palmetree
presse
,
Doth
cause
the
bowes
sprede
larger
round
about
,
So
spite
and
enuye
causeth
glory
sproute
,
And
aye
the
more
the
toppe
is
ouer
trode
,
The
deeper
doth
the
sound
roote
spreade
abrode
.
For
when
this
Henrye
Duke
of
Hereford
sawe
,
What
spoy●e
the
King
made
of
the
noble
blood
,
And
that
without
al
Iustice
,
cause
,
or
lawe
:
To
suffer
him
so
,
be
thought
not
sure
nor
good
,
Wherefore
to
me
twofaced
in
one
hood
,
As
touching
this
he
fully
brake
his
mynde
As
to
his
frend
that
should
remedye
fynde
.
But
I
,
although
I
knewe
my
Prince
did
ill
,
So
that
my
heart
abhorred
sore
the
same
,
Yet
mischiefe
so
through
malice
led
my
will
,
To
bringe
this
Duke
from
honour
vnto
shame
,
And
toward
my selfe
,
my
Soueraygne
to
enflame
:
That
I
bewraye●
his
Words
vnto
the
King
,
Not
as
a
reade
,
but
as
a
most
haynous
thing
.
Thus
where
my
duty
bounde
me
to
haue
tolde
My
Prince
his
fault
,
and
wild
him
to
refrayne
,
Through
flattery
loe
,
I
did
his
ill
vpholde
,
Which
turnd
at
length
both
him
and
mee
to
payne
:
Wo
,
wo
to
Kinges
whose
counsaylours
do
fayne
,
Wo
,
wo
to
Realmes
where
sutch
are
put
in
trust
,
As
leaue
the
lawe
,
to
serue
the
Princes
lust
.
And
wo
to
him
that
by
his
flatteringe
rede
,
Maynteyns
a
Prince
in
any
kinde
of
vice
:
Wo
worth
him
eke
for
enuy
,
pryde
or
mede
,
That
misreportes
any
honest
enterprise
,
Because
I
beast
,
in
all
these
poynctes
was
nice
,
The
plagues
of
all
together
on
me
light
,
And
due
for
ill
:
All
doers
doth
acquite
.
For
when
the
Duke
was
charged
with
my
plaint
,
Hee
flat
denied
that
any
part
was
true
,
And
claymde
by
Armes
,
to
aunswere
his
attaint
,
And
I
by
vse
,
that
Warly
feates
well
knewe
,
To
his
desire
incontinently
drewe
:
Wherewith
the
Kinge
did
seeme
right
well
content
,
As
one
that
past
not
mutch
with
whom
it
went.
At
time
and
place
appoyncted
wee
appeard
,
At
all
poynctes
Armed
to
proue
our
Quarelles
Iust
,
And
whan
our
Freendes
on
ech
part
had
vs
cheard
,
And
that
the
Harolds
had
vs
do
our
lust
:
With
speare
in
rest
we
toke
a
course
to
iust
.
But
ere
our
horses
had
runne
halfe
theyr
way
,
A
shoute
was
made
the
K●ng
commaunded
staye
.
And
for
to
auoyde
the
sheddinge
of
our
bloud
,
With
shame
,
and
death
which
one
must
needes
haue
had
,
The
Kinge
through
counsayle
of
the
Lordes
thought
good
To
banishe
both
,
wich
iudgement
strait
was
rad:
No
maruayle
than
though
both
were
wroth
and
sad
But
chiefly
I
,
that
was
Exild
for
aye
,
My
Enmy
straungd
but
for
ten
yeares
daye
.
The
date
expird
,
whan
by
this
doubtfull
dome
,
I
should
depart
to
liue
in
banisht
hand
,
On
payne
of
death
to
England
not
to
come
,
I
went
my
way
:
the
Kinge
sea●d
in
his
hand
Myne
Offices
,
my
Honours
,
Good
,
and
Land
,
To
paye
the
due
as
openly
hee
tould
,
Of
mighty
summes
,
which
I
had
from
him
pold
.
See
Baldwin
see
,
the
salary
of
sinne
,
Marke
with
what
meede
,
vile
vices
are
regarded
Through
Pride
,
and
Enuy
loose
both
kith
,
and
kinne
,
And
for
my
flatteringe
plaint
so
well
rewarded
,
Exile
,
and
slaunder
are
iust
to
mee
awarded
:
My
Wyfe
,
and
Heire
lacke
Laudes
,
and
lawfull
Right
,
And
mee
theyr
Lord
made
Dame
Dianais
Knight
.
If
these
mishaps
at
home
bee
not
enough
,
Adioyne
to
them
my
Sorrowes
in
Exile
:
I
went
to
Almayne
first
,
a
Land
right
rough
,
In
which
I
founde
sutch
churlishe
Folke
,
and
vile
,
As
made
mee
lothe
my
life
ech
otherwhile
:
There
lo
,
I
learnd
what
it
is
to
bee
a
gest
A
broade
,
and
what
to
liue
at
home
in
rest
.
For
they
esteeme
no
one
man
more
than
ech
,
They
vse
as
well
the
Lackey
as
the
Lorde
,
And
like
their
maners
churlishe
in
their
spech
,
Their
lodging
hard
,
theyr
bourd
to
bee
abhord
,
Their
pleityd
Garments
herewith
well
accord
,
All
Iagde
,
and
Frounst
,
with
diuers
coulours
deckt
,
They
sweare
,
they
curse
,
and
drincke
till
they
be
flekt
.
They
hate
all
such
,
as
these
their
maners
hate
,
Which
reason
would
,
no
Wiseman
should
allowe
,
With
these
I
dwelt
,
lamentinge
myne
estate
,
Till
at
the
length
they
had
got
knowledge
,
howe
I
was
exilde
,
because
I
did
auowe
A
false
complaint
,
agaynst
my
trusty
freende
,
Which
made
them
thinke
,
mee
worse
then
any
feende
.
That
what
for
shame
,
and
what
for
other
griefe
,
I
parted
thence
,
and
went
to
Venice
towne
,
Whereas
I
found
,
more
pleasure
and
reliefe
,
Which
was
not
longe
:
for
now
the
great
renowne
,
Of
Bolenbroke
whom
I
,
would
haue
put
downe
,
Was
waxt
so
great
in
Britayne
,
and
in
Fraunce
,
That
Venice
through
,
ech
man
did
him
Auaunce
.
Loo
!
thus
his
Glory
grewe
great
,
by
my
dispite
,
And
I
thereby
increased
in
defame
:
So
enuy
euer
,
her
hatred
doth
acquite
With
Trouble
,
Anguishe
,
Sorrowe
,
and
selfe
Shame
,
Whereby
her
Foes
do
shine
in
higher
Fame
:
Lyke
Water
waues
,
which
clense
the
Muddy
stone
,
And
soyle
themselues
by
beatinge
thereupon
.
Or
eare
I
had
soiourned
there
a
yeare
,
Straunge
tidings
came
,
he
was
to
England
gone
,
Had
ta●e
the
Kinge
,
and
that
which
touched
him
neare
,
Emprisoned
him
with
other
of
his
Fone
,
And
made
him
yeelde
him
vp
his
Crowne
,
and
Throne
:
When
I
these
thinges
for
true
by
search
had
tryed
,
Griefe
griped
me
so
,
I
pined
a
way
and
died
.
Note
here
the
ende
of
pryde
,
see
Flatteries
fyne
,
Marke
the
rewarde
of
enuy
,
and
false
complaynt
,
And
warne
all
people
from
them
to
decline
,
Least
likely
fault
do
finde
the
like
attaynte
.
Let
this
my
lyfe
,
to
them
be
a
restraynt
,
By
others
harmes
who
listeth
take
no
hede
:
Shall
by
his
owne
,
learne
other
better
rede
.
FINIS
.
T.
CH.
THis
tragical
example
was
of
al
the
company
wel
liked
,
howbeit
a
doubt
was
found
therin
,
&
that
by
means
of
the
diuersity
of
the
Chronicles
for
whereas
Hall
(
whose
Chronicle
in
this
woorke
was
chiefelye
folowed
)
maketh
Mowbr●y
appellant
,
and
Bolenbroke
defendant
.
Fabian
reporteth
the
matter
quite
contrarye
,
and
that
by
recorde
of
the
Parliament
rolle
,
wherein
it
is
plain
that
Bolenbroke
was
appellant
&
Morobrey
defendant
wherfore
whatsoeuer
shal
be
sayde
in
the
person
of
Mowbrey
(
who
being
a
most
noble
prince
had
to
much
wrong
to
be
so
causeles
defamed
after
his
death
)
imagine
the
same
to
be
spoken
agaynste
his
accuser
.
Which
matter
syth
it
is
more
harde
to
decide
,
than
nedefull
to
our
yurpose
,
which
mynde
only
to
disswade
from
vices
&
exalt
vertue
,
we
refer
to
such
as
may
come
by
the
Recordes
of
the
Parliament
,
contented
in
the
meane
while
with
Mayster
Halles
iudgement
,
which
maketh
best
for
our
foreshewed
purpose
.
This
doubt
thus
let
passe
.
I
would
sayd
M
,
Ferrers
,
saye
somwhat
for
K.
Rich.
the
2.
after
whose
depriuing
,
his
brother
&
diuers
other
made
a
maske
mynding
by
K.
Henries
destruction
to
haue
restored
him
,
which
maskers
matter
so
runneth
in
this
that
I
doubt
which
ought
to
goe
before
,
but
seeing
no
man
is
ready
to
say
ought
in
their
behalfe
,
I
wyll
geue
(
who
so
listeth
)
leasure
to
think
thereon
,
&
in
the
meane
time
to
further
your
enrerprise
.
I
will
in
K.
Richards
behalfe
recount
such
part
of
his
storye
,
as
I
thinke
most
necessary
.
And
therfore
imagin
Baldwin
that
you
see
the
corps
of
this
Prince
al
to
be
mangled
,
with
bloudy
woundes
,
lyinge
pale
and
wanne
,
naked
vpon
a
Beere
in
Paules
Church
,
the
People
standing
round
about
him
,
and
making
his
complaint
in
maner
as
foloweth
.
HOWE
KINGE
RICHARDE
the
second
was
for
his
euil
gouernaunce
deposed
from
his
seate
,
in
the
yeare
1399.
&
miserably
murthered
in
prison
the
yeare
folowing
.
HApyye
is
the
Prince
,
that
hath
in
wealth
the
grace
Vertue
to
folow
and
vyces
to
keepe
vnder
,
But
woe
to
him
whose
wyl
hath
wisdomes
place
:
For
who
so
renteth
right
and
law
asunder
,
On
him
at
length
all
the
world
shall
wonder
,
Boast
of
high
byrth
,
sword
,
scepter
,
ne
mace
.
Can
warrant
King
or
Keyser
fro
the
case
,
Shame
sueth
sinne
,
as
rayne
do
drops
of
thunder
,
Let
kinges
therfore
the
Lawes
of
God
embrace
,
That
vayne
delightes
cause
them
not
to
blunder
Beholde
my
hap
,
see
how
the
seely
route
On
me
do
gaze
,
and
ech
to
other
say
:
See
where
he
lyeth
,
but
late
that
was
so
stoute
,
Loe
how
the
power
,
the
Pride
,
and
rich
aray
,
Of
mighty
Princes
lightly
fade
away
.
The
King
which
earst
kept
all
the
realme
in
doubt
,
Dead
and
least
dread
,
to
graue
is
caryed
out
,
What
would
be
Kinges
made
of
but
earth
and
clay
:
Behold
the
woundes
his
body
all
about
,
Whe
liuing
here
,
thought
neuer
to
decay
.
Mee
thinke
I
heare
the
people
thus
deuise
Wherefore
Baldwin
,
sith
thou
wilt
now
declare
How
Princes
fell
,
to
make
the
liuinge
wise
,
My
lawlesse
life
,
in
no
poynct
see
thou
spare
,
But
paint
it
out
,
that
rulers
may
beware
,
Good
counsayle
,
Lawe
,
or
vertue
to
dispise
:
For
Realmes
haue
rulers
,
and
rulers
haue
a
sise
,
Which
if
they
breake
,
thus
mutch
to
say
I
dare
,
That
eythers
griefes
,
the
other
shall
agrise
Till
one
be
lost
,
the
other
brought
to
care
.
I
was
a
Kinge
,
who
ruled
all
by
Lust
Without
respect
of
Iustice
,
Right
,
or
Lawe
,
In
false
Flatterers
reposinge
all
my
trust
,
Embracinge
sutch
as
could
my
vices
clawe
:
Fro
counsell
sage
I
did
alwayes
withdrawe
,
As
pleasure
prickt
,
so
nedes
obay
I
must
:
Hauinge
delite
to
feede
and
serue
the
gust
,
Of
God
or
man
I
stood
no
wise
awe
,
Mee
liked
least
to
Torney
or
to
Iust
.
To
Venus
games
my
Fansy
did
more
drawe
.
Which
to
mayntayne
,
I
gathered
heapes
of
golde
By
Fines
,
Fiftenes
,
and
loanes
by
way
of
prest
,
Blanke
Charters
,
Othes
,
and
shiftes
not
knowen
of
olde
,
For
which
the
people
,
my
doinges
did
detest
.
I
also
sould
the
noble
towne
of
Brest
,
My
fault
wherein
,
because
mine
vncle
tolde
,
(
For
Princes
actes
,
may
no
wise
he
controld
)
His
lyfe
I
tooke
,
vntried
without
Quest
,
And
all
sutch
Lordes
as
did
his
cause
vphold
,
Wyth
long
exile
,
or
cruell
death
opprest
.
None
ayde
I
lackt
,
in
any
wicked
deede
,
For
gayinge
Gulles
,
whom
I
promoted
had
.
Would
further
all
in
hoope
of
higher
●eede
,
There
can
no
Kinge
,
ymagin
ought
so
bad
,
But
shall
fynde
some
,
to
do
the
same
most
glad
:
For
sicknesse
seldome
doth
so
swiftly
breede
,
As
humours
ill
,
do
growe
the
griefe
to
feede
.
Thus
Kinges
estatas
,
bee
worst
of
all
bestad
.
A●usde
to
wealth
,
abandoned
at
neede
,
And
nearest
harme
when
they
be
least
adrad
.
My
lyfe
and
death
the
truth
of
this
hath
tryed
:
For
whyle
I
sought
in
Ireland
with
my
foes
,
Myne
vncle
Edward
,
whom
I
left
to
guide
My
Realme
at
home
,
rebelliously
arose
,
Traytors
to
helpe
,
which
plied
my
depose
:
And
cald
fro
Fraunce
,
Earle
Bolenkroke
whom
I
Exiled
had
,
for
ten
yeares
there
to
lye
:
Who
tyrantlike
did
execute
all
those
,
That
in
mine
ayde
durst
looke
but
once
awry
,
Of
which
sort
sooneafter
some
their
liues
did
lose
.
For
comming
backe
this
soden
stur
to
staye
,
My
Steward
false
to
whom
I
trusted
most
:
(
Whiles
I
in
Wales
at
Flint
my
castle
,
laye
,
Both
to
refresh
and
multiply
myne
Oste
)
There
in
any
Hall
,
mindinge
to
fly
the
Coast
,
His
Staffe
did
breake
,
which
was
my
household
stay
Bad
ech
make
shift
and
rode
himselfe
away
.
See
Princes
,
see
,
the
strength
whereof
wee
boast
,
Whom
most
wee
trust
,
at
neede
do
vs
Betray
:
No
better
stay
,
then
in
a
rotten
Post
.
My
Steward
false
,
thus
being
fled
and
gone
,
My
seruantes
slye
shrancke
of
on
euery
syde
,
Then
caught
I
was
,
end
led
vnto
my
soen
,
Who
for
their
Prince
no
Pallaice
did
prouide
,
But
prison
strong
,
where
Henry
puft
with
pryde
,
Causde
we
resigne
,
abandonig
my
throane
,
And
so
forsaken
and
left
as
post
alone
,
These
holow
frendes
,
●y
Henrye
sone
espyed
,
Became
suspect
,
and
faith
was
geeuen
to
none
,
Which
caused
them
from
fayth
agayn
to
slyde
.
Conspiring
streight
their
new
Prince
to
put
downe
,
Which
to
performe
a
solempne
othe
they
swore
,
To
tender
me
my
sce●ter
and
my
crowne
,
Wherof
themselues
,
depriued
me
before
,
But
●ate
medcines
can
helpe
no
festred
sore
:
When
swelling
flouds
haue
ouerflowen
the
towne
,
To
late
it
is
to
saue
them
that
shal
drowne
,
Tyl
sayles
he
spred
a
shyppe
may
keepe
the
shore
,
No
anchor
hold
can
keepe
the
vessel
downe
,
When
winde
and
streame
hath
set
the
seas
in
rore
.
For
though
the
P●eres
set
Henrye
in
such
state
,
Yet
could
they
not
dispiace
him
thence
agayne
:
And
where
with
ease
my
pride
they
did
abate
.
They
●ere
to
weake
to
set
me
vp
agayne
,
Thinges
hardly
mend
,
but
may
be
mard
amayne
.
And
when
a
man
is
fallen
by
froward
fate
,
Stil
mischiefes
●ight
one
on
anothers
pace
:
And
meanes
w●l
ment
al
mishaps
to
restraine
Waxe
wretched
moanes
,
whereby
his
ioyes
abate
.
Due
proofe
whereof
,
in
this
appeared
playne
.
For
whan
the
kinge
did
know
that
for
my
cause
,
His
Lordes
in
Maske
,
would
murder
him
by
●ight
,
To
da●h
al
doubtes
,
he
tooke
no
further
pause
:
But
Pi●rs
of
Exto●
a
cruel
cutt
throate
knight
,
To
P●●fret
Castel
sent
with
great
dispite
,
Who
reft
my
lyfe
by
force
against
al
Lawes
,
Thus
lawlesse
lyfe
to
lawlesse
death
ay
drawes
.
Wherfore
〈◊〉
kinges
be
rulde
,
and
rule
by
right
.
And
so
I
end
concluding
with
this
clause
:
That
God
though
sate
,
at
last
wil
surely
smyte
.
FINIS
.
G.
F.
WHen
Maister
Ferrers
had
ended
this
so
woful
a
Tragedye
,
and
to
all
Princes
a
right
worthy
instruction
:
hauing
passed
through
a
miseable
time
full
of
piteous
Tragedies
,
we
paused
a
while
.
And
seeing
the
reign
of
Henry
the
fowerth
ensued
,
a
Prince
more
ware
and
Prosperous
in
his
doinges
,
although
not
vntroubled
with
warres
,
both
of
outfoorth
and
inward
enemies
:
we
began
to
search
what
Peer●s
were
fallen
therein
,
where
of
the
nomber
was
not
small
.
And
yet
because
their
examples
were
not
much
to
be
noted
for
our
purpose
,
we
passed
ouer
all
the
Maske●s
of
whom
king
Richardes
brother
was
chiefe
:
which
were
al
slaine
and
put
to
Death
for
their
trayterous
attempt
.
And
fynding
Owen
Glendour
,
a
great
Prince
in
Wales
,
next
in
succesion
of
ill
Fortune
with
the
stout
Percies
his
confederates
,
I
thought
it
not
meete
to
ouerpasse
,
so
great
persons
with
silence
,
and
therefore
sayd
thus
to
the
sylent
company
:
What
my
maisters
is
euery
man
at
once
in
a
browne
study
?
hath
no
man
affection
to
any
of
these
stories
?
you
minde
so
much
some
other
belike
,
that
these
do
not
moue
you
:
and
to
say
the
truth
,
there
is
no
special
cause
why
they
should
.
Howe
be
it
Owen
Glendour
,
because
he
was
one
of
Fortunes
owne
darlingrs
,
and
affected
to
bee
Monark
of
Wales
,
although
to
his
owne
mischiefe
and
destruction
,
rather
then
he
should
be
forgotten
,
I
wil
pray
Maister
Phaer
who
of
late
hath
placed
hymselfe
in
that
country
,
&
haply
hath
met
with
his
ghost
in
the
forest
of
Kylgarran
that
he
wil
say
somwhat
in
his
person
:
which
Owen
comming
out
of
the
wylde
Mountaines
of
Wales
like
the
image
of
Death
in
al
pointes
(
his
harte
onely
excepted
)
as
a
ghost
forpined
with
extreame
famine
,
cold
and
hunger
,
may
lamente
his
great
misfortune
in
sutch
maner
as
you
maister
Phaer
are
able
most
aptly
to
vtter
and
set
forth
.
HOW
OWEN
GLENdour
seduced
by
false
Prophecies
,
tooke
vpon
him
to
be
Prince
of
Wales
,
&
was
by
Henry
Prince
of
England
chased
to
the
Mountaynes
,
where
he
most
miserably
starued
for
hunger
.
Anno.
1401.
I
Pray
thee
Baldwin
sith
thou
dost
entend
,
To
shewe
the
fall
of
sutch
as
climbe
to
hye
,
Remember
mee
,
whose
miserable
ende
May
teach
all
men
Ambition
to
flye
,
Oh
false
Fortune
,
Fortune
vengeaunce
on
thee
I
crye
:
Which
offeringe
a
Sop
of
sweete
receyt
,
Haste
made
me
byte
the
Hooke
in
steede
of
Bayt
.
A
Brytton
borne
,
and
of
the
Tropan
bloud
,
But
ill
brought
vp
,
whereby
full
well
I
finde
,
That
neyther
byrth
nor
Linage
make
vs
good
:
Though
it
be
true
that
Cat
will
after
kinde
,
Fleshe
gendreth
fleshe
,
but
not
the
Soule
or
Minde
,
They
gender
not
,
but
fouly
do
degender
,
When
men
to
vice
,
from
vertue
they
surrender
.
Eche
thinge
by
nature
,
tendeth
to
the
same
Whereof
it
came
,
and
is
disposed
like
:
Downe
sincks
the
mould
,
vp
mountes
the
fiery
flame
,
With
Horne
the
Hart
,
with
Hoofe
the
Horse
doth
strike
,
The
Wolfe
doth
spoyle
,
the
suttle
Foxe
doth
pike
,
And
to
conclude
,
no
fishe
,
fleshe
,
foule
,
or
plant
Of
their
true
dame
,
the
property
doth
want
.
But
as
for
men
,
syth
seuerally
they
haue
A
minde
whose
maners
are
by
learninge
made
,
Good
bringinge
vp
,
al
onely
doth
them
saue
,
In
honest
actes
,
which
with
their
Parentes
fade
,
So
that
true
gentry
standeth
in
the
trade
Of
vertues
life
,
not
in
the
fleshly
lyne
:
For
bloud
is
brute
,
but
Gentry
is
deuine
.
Experience
,
doth
cause
me
thus
to
say
,
And
that
the
rather
for
my
countrey
men
,
Which
vaunt
&
boast
themselues
aboue
the
day
,
If
they
may
straine
their
stocke
fro
worthy
men
:
Which
let
be
true
,
are
they
the
better
then
?
Nay
farre
the
worse
,
if
so
they
bee
not
good
,
For
why
they
stayne
the
beuty
of
ther
blood
.
How
would
we
mocke
the
burden
bearinge
Mule
,
If
hee
would
brag
he
were
an
horses
Sunne
,
To
presse
his
pride
(
might
nothing
els
him
rule
)
His
boastes
to
proue
,
no
more
but
did
him
run
:
The
horse
for
swiftnes
hath
his
glory
wonne
,
The
Mule
coulde
neuer
the
more
aspyer
,
Though
hee
should
proue
that
Pegas
was
his
Sier
.
Ech
man
crake
of
that
which
was
his
owne
,
Our
Parentes
vertues
are
theirs
,
and
no
w●it
ours
,
Who
therefore
wil
of
noble
byrth
be
knowen
,
Ought
shine
in
vertue
like
his
Auncestours
,
Gentry
consisteth
not
in
Landes
,
and
Towers
:
Hee
is
a
churle
though
all
the
World
were
his
,
Yea
Arthurs
heyre
,
if
that
hee
lyue
amisse
.
For
vertuous
lyfe
a
Gentleman
doth
make
,
Of
her
possessour
all
be
he
poore
as
Iob
,
Yea
thoughe
no
name
of
elders
he
can
take
:
For
proofe
take
Merlin
fathered
by
an
Hob.
But
who
so
sets
his
minde
to
spoyle
and
rob
,
Although
he
come
by
due
discent
from
Brute
,
He
is
a
chorle
,
vngentle
,
vile
,
and
brute
,
Well
,
thus
did
I
for
want
of
better
witte
,
Because
my
parents
naughtely
brought
me
vp
:
For
Gentlemen
(
they
sayd
)
was
nought
so
fitte
,
As
to
attast
by
bould
attemptes
the
cup
,
Of
conquestes
wyne
,
wherof
I
thought
to
sup
:
And
therefore
bent
my selfe
to
rob
and
ryue
,
And
whome
I
could
of
Laudes
,
and
goods
depriue
.
For
Henry
the
fourth
did
then
vsurpe
the
Crowne
,
Despoyled
the
Kinge
,
with
Mortimer
the
heyre
:
For
which
his
subiectes
sought
to
put
him
d●wne
,
And
I
while
Fortune
offered
mee
so
fayre
,
Did
what
I
might
,
his
honour
to
appayre
:
And
tooke
on
mee
to
bee
the
Prince
of
Wales
,
Entiste
thereto
by
prophecies
,
and
tales
.
For
which
,
sutch
Idle
,
as
wayte
vpon
the
spoyle
,
From
euery
part
of
Wales
vnto
mee
drew
,
For
loytering
youth
vntaught
in
any
toyle
,
Are
ready
aye
all
mischiefe
to
ensue
:
Through
helpe
of
these
so
great
my
glory
grewe
,
That
I
defyed
my
Kynge
through
lofty
harte
,
And
made
sharpe
Warre
on
all
that
tooke
his
parte
,
See
lacke
,
I
took
Lord
Raynold
Gray
of
Rythen
,
And
him
enforst
my
Daughter
to
espouse
,
And
so
vnraunsomed
I
held
him
still
,
and
sythen
,
In
Wigmore
lande
through
battayle
rigorous
,
I
caught
the
right
heire
of
the
crowned
house
:
The
Earle
of
March
sit
Edmond
Morti●●er
,
And
in
a
Dungeon
kept
him
prisoner
.
Than
all
the
Marches
longinge
onto
Wales
,
By
Seuerne
West
I
did
inuade
and
burne
:
Destroyed
the
Townes
,
in
Mountaynes
,
and
in
Vales
,
And
rich
in
Spoyles
had
homeward
saulfe
returne
:
Was
none
so
hold
durst
once
against
me
spurne
,
Thus
prosperously
doth
Fortune
forwarde
call
,
Those
whom
shee
mindes
to
geue
the
sorest
fall
.
Whan
Fame
had
brought
these
tidings
to
the
King
,
(
Although
the
Scottes
than
vexed
him
right
sore
)
A
mighty
army
agaynst
mee
he
did
bring
:
Whereof
the
French
Kinge
beinge
warned
afore
,
Who
mortall
hate
against
Kinge
Henry
bore
,
To
greue
our
For
he
quickly
to
mee
sent
,
Twelue
Thousand
Frenchmen
,
Armed
to
Warre
,
and
bent
.
A
part
of
them
led
by
the
Earle
of
Marche
Lord
Iames
of
Burbon
,
a
Valiaunt
tried
Knight
,
Wich
held
by
Windes
to
Wales
ward
forth
to
march
,
Tooke
Land
at
Plimmouth
priuely
an
a
night
:
And
whan
hee
had
done
all
that
he
burst
or
might
,
After
that
a
meyney
of
his
men
were
●ayne
,
Hee
stale
to
Ship
,
and
sayled
home
agayne
.
Twelue
thousand
moe
in
Milford
did
ariue
,
And
came
to
me
then
lyinge
at
Denbigh
,
With
armed
Welshmen
Thousandes
double
fyue
,
With
whom
wee
went
to
Worcester
well
nigh
,
And
there
Encampt
vs
on
a
mount
on
high
,
To
abide
the
kinge
who
shortly
after
came
And
pitched
his
field
,
on
a
hill
hard
by
the
same
.
There
eight
dayes
longe
our
Hoastes
lay
face
,
to
face
,
And
neyther
durst
others
power
assayle
:
But
they
so
stopt
the
passages
the
space
,
That
victayles
coulde
not
come
to
our
auayle
,
Where
through
constraynde
our
heartes
began
to
fayle
:
So
that
the
Frenchmen
shranke
away
by
night
,
And
I
with
mine
to
the
Mountaynes
tooke
our
flight
:
The
Kinge
pursued
greatly
to
his
cost
,
From
Hilles
to
Woods
,
from
Woods
to
Valleis
playne
:
And
by
the
way
his
men
and
stuffe
bee
lost
.
And
whan
hee
sawe
,
hee
gayned
nought
but
payne
,
Hee
blewe
retreate
,
and
gat
him
home
agayne
:
Then
with
my
power
I
boldly
came
abrode
,
Taken
in
my
Countrey
for
a
very
God
.
Immediatly
after
fell
a
Iolly
Iarre
B●twene
the
Kinge
,
and
Percies
worthy
blouds
,
Which
grew
at
last
vnto
a
deadly
Warre
:
For
like
as
drops
Engender
mighty
Flouds
,
And
litle
seedes
sprut
forth
great
Leaues
,
and
buds
,
Euen
so
small
striues
,
if
they
bee
suffered
run
,
Brede
wrath
and
warre
,
and
death
or
they
bee
don
.
The
Kinge
would
haue
the
Raunsome
of
sutch
Scots
,
As
these
the
Percies
tane
had
in
the
fielde
:
But
see
how
st●ongly
lacre
knits
her
knots
,
The
Kinge
will
haue
,
the
Percies
will
not
yeeld
,
Desire
of
gooos
some
craues
,
but
graunteth
seeld
:
Oh
cursed
goods
desire
of
you
hath
wrought
All
wickednes
,
that
hath
,
or
can
bee
thought
.
The
Percies
deemed
it
meeter
for
the
King
,
To
haue
redeemed
their
Coosin
Mortimer
,
Who
in
his
Quarell
all
his
power
did
bring
,
To
fight
with
mee
,
that
tooke
him
Prysoner
,
Than
of
their
pray
to
rob
his
Souldier
:
And
therefore
willed
him
see
some
meane
were
●ound
,
To
quite
forth
him
,
whom
I
kept
vily
bound
.
Bycause
the
Kinge
misliked
their
request
,
They
came
themselues
and
did
accord
with
mee
,
Complayninge
how
the
Kingdome
was
opprest
By
Henries
rule
,
wherefore
wee
did
agree
To
put
him
downe
,
and
part
the
realme
in
three
:
The
North
part
theirs
,
Wales
wholly
to
bee
mine
,
The
rest
,
to
rest
to
Th'
earle
of
Marches
Line
.
And
for
to
set
vs
hereon
more
agog
,
A
Prophet
came
(
a
vengeaunce
take
them
al
)
Affirminge
Henry
to
bee
Gog
magog
,
Whom
Merlin
doth
a
Mould
warp
euer
call
,
Accurst
of
God
that
must
bee
brought
in
thrall
By
a
Wolfe
,
a
Dragon
,
and
a
Lion
strong
,
Which
should
deuide
,
his
Kingdome
them
among
.
This
crafty
dreamer
made
vs
three
sutch
beastes
,
To
thinke
wee
were
the
foresayd
beastes
in
deede
.
And
for
that
cause
our
Badges
,
and
our
Creastes
,
Wee
searched
out
which
scarsely
well
agreed
:
Howbeit
the
Haroldes
redy
at
sutch
a
neede
,
Drewe
downe
sutch
Issues
from
olde
Auncesters
,
As
proued
these
Ensignes
to
bee
surely
oures
.
Yee
crafty
Welshemen
,
wherefore
do
yee
mocke
,
The
noble
men
thus
with
your
fayned
rimes
?
Yee
Noble
men
why
flye
yee
not
the
Flocke
,
Of
sutch
as
haue
seduced
so
many
times
?
False
Prophesies
are
Plagues
for
diuers
crimes
,
Which
God
doth
let
the
deuilish
sort
deuise
,
To
trouble
sutch
as
are
not
godly
Wise
.
And
that
appeared
by
vs
three
beastes
in
deede
,
Through
false
perswasion
highly
borne
in
hand
,
That
in
our
feate
wee
could
not
chuse
but
speede
,
To
kill
the
Kinge
,
and
to
enioy
his
Land
:
For
which
exployt
wee
bound
our selues
in
band
,
To
stand
contented
ech
man
with
his
parte
,
So
fully
,
folly
assured
our
foolish
harte
.
But
sutch
they
say
as
fishe
before
the
Net
,
Shall
seldome
surfet
of
the
Pray
they
take
,
Of
thinges
to
come
the
haps
bee
s●
vnset
,
That
none
but
Fooles
may
warrant
of
them
make
:
The
full
assured
,
successe
doth
oft
forsake
.
For
Fortune
findeth
none
so
fyt
to
flout
,
As
suresby
Sots
,
which
cast
no
kinde
of
doubt
.
How
sayest
thou
Henry
Hotspur
,
do
I
ly
?
For
thou
right
manly
gauest
the
Kinge
a
Fielde
,
And
there
wast
slayne
because
thou
wouldst
not
flye
,
Syr
Thomas
Percy
thine
Vncle
forst
to
yeelde
,
Did
cast
his
head
a
wonder
seene
but
seelde
,
From
Shrewsbury
towne
,
to
the
tope
of
London
Bridge
,
Lo
!
thus
fond
hope
,
did
both
their
liues
Abridge
.
Whan
Kinge
Henry
this
Victory
had
wonne
,
Destroyed
the
Percies
,
put
their
power
to
slight
,
Hee
did
appoinct
Prince
Henry
his
eldest
Sonne
:
With
all
his
power
to
meete
mee
if
hee
might
:
But
I
discomfit
,
through
my
Partners
fight
,
Had
not
the
heart
to
meete
him
face
,
to
face
,
But
fled
away
,
and
hee
pursued
the
Chase
.
Now
Baldwin
marke
,
for
I
,
calde
Prince
of
Wales
,
And
made
beleeue
,
I
should
bee
hee
in
deede
,
Was
made
to
fly
amonge
the
Hilles
,
and
Dales
,
Where
all
my
men
forsooke
mee
at
my
neede
.
Who
trusteth
Loyterers
seeld
hath
lucky
speede
:
And
whan
the
Captaynes
Courage
doth
him
fayle
,
His
Souldiers
hearts
a
litle
thinge
may
quayle
.
And
so
Prince
Henry
chased
mee
,
that
lo
!
I
founde
no
place
wherein
I
might
abyde
!
For
as
the
Dogges
pursue
the
sely
Doe
,
The
Brache
behinde
,
the
Houndes
on
euery
side
,
So
traste
they
me
amonge
the
Mountaynes
wyde
:
Whereby
I
founde
,
I
was
the
heartlesse
Hare
,
And
not
the
beast
Colprophet
did
declare
.
And
at
the
last
:
like
as
the
little
roche
,
M●st
eyther
be
eat
,
or
leap
vpon
the
shore
When
as
the
hungery
pickerell
doth
approche
,
And
there
finde
death
which
it
escapt
before
:
So
double
death
assaulted
mee
so
sore
That
eyther
I
must
vnto
myne
Enmy
yeelde
,
Or
starue
for
hunger
,
in
the
barrayne
feelde
.
Here
shame
,
and
payne
a
while
were
at
a
strife
Payne
bad
mee
yeeld
,
shame
bad
mee
rather
fast
,
The
one
badad
spare
,
the
other
bad
spend
my
life
,
But
shame
(
shame
haue
it
)
ouercame
at
last
,
Than
hunger
stronge
,
that
doth
the
stonewale
brast
,
Forst
mee
to
feede
on
Barke
of
trees
,
and
Wood
,
And
last
of
all
,
to
g●aw
my
flesh
and
bloud
.
This
was
mine
ende
to
horrible
to
beare
,
Yet
good
enough
for
him
that
did
so
ill
,
Whereby
O
Baldwin
warne
men
to
forbeare
,
The
vayne
desires
,
when
w●●
doth
yeld
to
will
:
Bi●
Princes
flye
Colprophetes
lyinge
skill
,
And
not
presume
to
climbe
aboue
their
states
,
For
they
bee
faultes
that
foyle
men
,
not
their
fates
.
FINIS
.
Th.
Ph.
WHan
mayster
Phaer
had
ended
the
Tragedy
of
thys
hunger
staruen
Prynce
of
Wales
,
it
was
well
liked
of
all
the
company
that
a
Saxon
would
speake
so
mutch
for
a
B●ytton
,
then
sodenly
one
found
a
doubt
worth
the
mouinge
and
that
concerning
this
title
,
Thearle
of
March
:
for
as
it
appereth
,
there
were
three
men
of
three
diuers
nations
together
in
one
time
entituled
by
that
honour
:
first
sir
Edmund
Mortimer
,
whom
Owen
kept
in
Prison
,
an
Englishman
:
the
second
the
Lord
George
of
Dunbar
a
valiaunt
Scot
,
banished
out
of
his
countrey
,
&
well
esteemed
of
Henry
the
.iiij
:
the
third
Lord
Iames
of
Bourbon
a
Frenchman
,
sent
by
the
French
king
to
helpe
Owen
Glendour
.
These
three
men
had
this
title
all
at
once
,
which
caused
him
to
aske
how
it
was
true
that
euery
one
of
these
coulde
be
Earle
of
Marche
:
whereto
was
aunswered
,
that
euery
countrey
hath
Marches
belonging
vnto
them
,
&
those
so
large
,
that
they
were
Earldomes
,
&
the
Lords
thereof
intituled
thereby
:
so
the
lord
Edmund
Mortimer
was
Earle
of
Marche
in
England
,
lorde
Iames
of
Burbon
of
the
Marches
of
Fraunce
,
and
Lord
George
of
Dunbar
Earle
of
the
Marches
in
Scotland
.
For
otherwise
neyther
could
haue
interest
in
others
title
.
This
dout
thus
dissolued
,
maister
Ferrers
sayd
:
if
no
man
haue
affection
to
the
Percies
,
let
vs
passe
the
times
both
of
Henry
the
fourth
,
and
the
fift
,
and
come
to
Henry
the
sixt
,
in
whose
time
Fortune
(
as
she
doth
in
the
mynority
of
Princes
)
bare
a
great
stroke
among
the
nobles
.
And
yet
in
Henry
the
fourths
time
are
examples
which
I
would
wish
Baldwin
that
you
shoulde
not
forget
,
as
the
conspiracy
made
by
the
Byshop
of
Yorcke
,
and
the
Lord
Mowbray
,
sonne
of
him
whom
you
late
treated
of
:
pricked
forward
by
the
Earle
of
Northumberland
,
father
to
sir
Henry
Hotspur
,
who
fled
himselfe
,
but
his
partners
were
apprehended
&
put
to
death
,
with
Baynton
and
Blinkinsops
,
which
could
not
se
their
duty
to
their
king
but
tooke
parte
wyth
Percy
that
banished
Rebell
.
As
he
was
proceedinge
,
hee
was
desired
to
stay
by
one
which
had
pondered
the
story
of
the
Percies
,
who
briefly
sayde
.
To
the
ende
Baldwin
that
you
may
knowe
what
to
saye
of
the
Percies
,
whose
story
is
not
all
out
of
memory
(
and
it
is
an
notable
story
)
I
wyll
take
vpon
me
the
person
of
the
Lord
Henry
Percy
Earle
of
Northumberland
,
father
of
Syr
Henry
Hotspur
,
in
whose
behalfe
this
may
be
sayde
as
followeth
.
*
⁎
*
❧
HOW
HENRYE
Percy
Earle
of
Northumberlande
,
was
for
his
couetous
,
and
trayterous
attempt
put
to
death
at
Yorke
.
Anno.
1407.
O
Moral
Senec
,
true
finde
I
thy
sayinge
,
That
neither
kin
,
riches
,
strength
or
fauour
Ace
free
from
Fortune
,
but
are
aye
decayinge
:
No
worldly
wealth
is
ought
saue
doubtful
labour
Mans
life
in
Earth
is
like
vnto
a
Tabour
.
Which
now
to
myrth
doth
mildly
men
prouoke
And
straight
to
Warre
with
a
more
sturdy
stroke
.
All
this
full
true
I
Percy
finde
by
proofe
,
Which
whilom
was
Earle
of
Northumberland
:
And
therefore
Baldwin
for
my
Piers
behoofe
,
To
note
mens
falles
sith
thou
hast
tane
in
hande
,
I
would
thou
should
my
state
well
vnderstand
:
For
fewe
Kinges
were
more
than
I
redoubted
,
Whom
double
Fortune
lifted
vp
and
louted
As
for
my
kinne
their
noblenesse
is
knowen
,
My
valiaunt
actes
were
folly
for
to
prayse
,
Where
through
the
Scots
so
oft
were
ouerthrowen
.
That
who
but
I
was
doubted
in
my
dayes
:
And
that
king
Richard
found
at
all
assayes
,
For
neuer
Scots
rebelled
in
his
raygne
,
But
through
my
force
were
eyther
caught
or
slaine
.
A
Brother
I
had
was
Earle
of
Worcester
,
Alwayes
in
Office
,
and
Fauour
with
the
King
:
And
〈◊〉
my
W●fe
Da●e
Elinor
Mortimer
,
A
Sonne
I
had
,
which
so
the
Scots
did
sting
,
That
being
yonge
,
and
but
a
very
spring
,
Hen●y
Ho●spur
they
gaue
him
unto
name
,
And
though
I
say
it
,
hee
did
deserue
the
same
.
We
three
triumphied
in
Kinge
Richards
tyme
,
Til●
Fortune
ought
both
him
and
vs
a
spite
:
But
chiefely
mee
,
whom
clearely
from
any
crime
,
My
Kinge
did
banishe
from
his
fauour
quite
,
Proclayminge
mee
a
tra●terous
Knight
:
Where
through
false
slaunder
forced
mee
to
bee
,
That
which
before
,
I
did
most
deadly
flee
.
Let
men
beware
how
they
true
folke
defame
,
Or
threaten
on
them
the
blame
of
vices
nought
,
For
Infamy
breedeth
wrath
,
wreke
followeth
shame
:
Eke
open
slaunder
oftentimes
hath
brought
That
to
effect
,
that
erst
was
neuer
thought
,
To
bee
misdeemed
,
men
suffer
in
a
sort
:
But
none
can
beare
the
griefe
of
misreporte
.
Because
my
Kinge
did
shame
mee
wrongfully
I
hated
him
,
and
so
became
his
foe
:
And
while
hee
did
at
Warre
in
Ireland
lye
,
I
did
conspire
to
turne
his
Weaie
to
woe
:
And
through
the
Duke
of
Yorcke
and
other
moe
,
All
Royall
power
from
him
wee
quickly
toke
,
And
gaue
the
same
to
Henry
Bolenbroke
.
Neither
did
wee
this
onely
for
this
cause
,
But
to
say
truth
,
force
draue
vs
to
the
same
:
For
hee
despisinge
God
and
all
his
lawes
,
Slewe
whom
hee
woulde
,
made
sinne
a
very
game
,
And
seeinge
neyther
age
nor
counsayle
could
him
tame
,
Wee
thought
it
well
done
for
the
Kingdomes
sake
,
To
leaue
his
rule
,
that
did
all
rule
forsake
.
But
when
sir
Henry
had
attaynd
his
place
,
Hee
straight
became
in
all
poynctes
worse
than
hee
,
Destroyed
the
Piers
and
slewe
Kinge
Richardes
grace
,
Against
his
othe
made
to
the
Lordes
and
mee
:
And
seeking
Quarels
howe
to
disagree
,
Hee
shamelesly
required
mee
and
my
Sonne
,
To
yelde
him
Scots
,
which
wee
in
Fielde
had
wonne
.
My
Nephew
also
Edmonde
Mortimer
The
very
heyre
apparaunt
to
the
Crowne
,
Whom
Owen
Glendour
helde
as
prisoner
,
Vilely
bound
in
Dungeon
deepe
cast
downe
,
Hee
would
not
Raunsome
but
did
selly
frowne
,
Against
my
Brother
and
mee
which
for
him
spake
,
And
him
Proclaymed
Traytour
for
our
sake
,
This
foule
despite
did
cause
vs
to
conspire
,
To
put
him
downe
as
wee
did
Richard
erst
,
And
that
wee
might
this
matter
set
on
fire
,
From
Owens
Iayle
,
our
Coosin
wee
remeerst
,
And
vnto
Glendour
all
our
griefes
reherst
:
Who
made
a
bond
with
Mortimer
,
and
mee
,
To
priue
the
Kinge
,
and
part
the
Realme
in
three
.
But
when
king
Henry
heard
of
this
deuise
,
Toward
Owen
Glendour
he
sped
him
very
quicke
,
My
●ding
by
force
to
stop
hur
enterpryse
:
And
as
the
deuil
would
,
than
fel
I
sicke
,
Howbeit
my
brother
and
sonne
more
pollitike
Than
prosperous
,
with
an
host
from
Scotland
brought
,
Encountred
him
at
Shrewesbury
where
they
fought
.
The
one
was
tane
and
●yld
,
the
other
slaine
.
And
shortly
after
was
Owen
put
to
flight
:
By
meanes
whereof
,
I
forced
was
to
fayne
,
That
I
knew
nothing
of
the
former
fight
.
Fraud
oft
auayles
more
than
doth
sturdy
might
:
For
by
my
fayning
I
brought
him
in
belife
,
I
knew
not
that
wherein
my
part
was
chiefe
.
And
while
the
kyng
thus
toke
me
for
his
frend
,
I
sought
all
meanes
my
former
wrong
to
wreake
,
Which
that
I
might
bring
to
the
soner
end
,
To
the
bishop
of
Yorke
I
did
the
matter
breake
,
And
to
th'
earle
Marshall
likewise
did
I
speake
.
Whose
father
was
through
Henryes
cause
exiled
,
The
bishops
brother
with
trayterous
death
defiled
.
These
strayt
assented
to
do
what
they
could
,
So
did
the
Lord
Hastings
and
Lord
Faucombridge
:
Which
altogether
promised
they
would
,
Set
all
their
power
,
the
kinges
dayes
to
abridge
,
But
see
the
spite
,
before
the
byrdes
were
flydge
The
Kinge
had
word
and
seasoned
on
the
nest
,
Whereby
alas
,
my
frendes
were
all
opprest
.
The
bloudye
Tyraunt
brought
them
all
to
end
Excepted
me
,
which
into
Scotland
skapt
,
To
George
of
Dunbar
th
erle
of
March
,
my
frend
,
Who
in
my
cause
all
that
he
could
ey
scrapt
,
And
when
I
had
for
greater
succour
gapte
,
Both
at
the
Frenchmen
and
the
Fleminges
hande
,
And
could
get
none
,
I
tooke
such
as
I
fand
.
And
with
the
helpe
of
George
my
very
frend
,
I
did
inuade
Northumberland
ful
bold
,
Where
as
the
folke
drew
to
me
styl
on
end
,
Bent
to
death
my
partie
to
vphold
:
Through
helpe
of
these
ful
many
a
fort
and
hold
,
The
whiche
the
king
right
manfully
had
mand
,
I
easely
wonne
and
seased
in
my
hand
.
Not
so
content
(
for
vengeaunce
draue
me
on
)
I
entred
Yorkeshire
there
to
wast
and
spoyle
,
But
ere
I
had
farre
in
the
countrye
gone
,
The
sheriffe
thereof
,
Rafe
Rokesby
did
assoyle
,
My
troubled
hoast
of
much
part
of
our
toyle
,
For
he
assaulting
freshly
tooke
through
power
,
Me
and
Lord
Bar●olph
both
at
Bramham
more
.
And
thence
conueyed
vs
to
the
towne
of
Yorke
,
Vntil
he
knew
what
was
the
kinges
entent
,
There
loe
Lord
Bardolphe
kynder
then
the
Storke
Did
loose
his
head
,
which
was
to
London
sent
,
With
whom
for
Frendship
mine
in
like
case
went
,
This
was
my
hap
my
fortune
or
my
faute
,
This
lyfe
I
led
,
and
thus
I
came
to
naught
.
Wherfore
good
Baldwin
wil
the
Piere●
take
heede
,
Of
slaunder
,
malice
,
and
conspiracye
,
Of
couetise
,
whence
all
the
rest
procede
:
For
couetise
ioynt
with
contuniacye
,
Doth
cause
al
mischiefe
in
mens
hartes
to
breede
:
And
therfore
this
to
Esperance
my
worde
,
Who
causeth
Bloudshed
shal
not
escape
the
Sword.
FINIS
.
BY
that
this
was
ended
,
I
had
found
oute
the
storye
of
Richard
Earle
of
Cambridge
:
●because
it
conteyned
matter
in
it
,
though
not
very
notable
,
yet
for
the
better
vnderstandinge
of
the
rest
,
I
thought
it
meete
to
touche
it
,
and
therfore
sayd
as
foloweth
:
You
haue
sayde
wel
of
the
Percies
and
fauourablye
,
for
in
deede
as
it
should
appeare
,
the
chiefe
cause
of
their
conspiracye
against
K.
Henry
,
was
for
Edmund
Mortimer
their
consins
sake
,
whom
the
king
very
maliciouslye
proclaymed
to
haue
yelded
himselfe
to
Owen
coulourably
,
when
as
in
deede
hee
was
taken
forciblye
against
his
wyl
,
and
very
cruelly
ordered
in
Prison
And
seeing
we
are
in
hand
with
Mortimers
matter
,
I
will
take
vppon
me
the
person
of
Rycharde
Plantagenet
earle
of
Cambridge
,
who
for
his
sake
lykewise
dyed
.
And
therefore
I
let
passe
Edmond
Holland
Earle
of
Kent
,
whom
Henry
the
fowerth
made
Admiral
to
skowre
the
Seas
,
because
that
Britaines
were
abrode
:
which
Earle
(
as
many
things
happen
in
warre
)
was
slayne
with
an
arrow
at
that
Assaulte
of
Briack
:
shortly
after
whose
death
this
king
dyed
,
and
his
sonne
Henrye
the
fyft
of
that
name
succeeded
in
his
place
.
In
the
beginning
of
this
Henry
the
fyftes
raigne
dyed
this
Rychard
,
and
with
him
Henry
the
L.
Scrope
&
other
,
in
whose
behalfe
,
this
maye
be
sayde
.
HOWE
RICHARD
Plantagenet
Earle
of
Cambridge
entending
the
Kinges
destruction
,
was
put
to
death
at
Southampton
.
Anno.
Domini
.
1415.
HAst
maketh
wast
,
hath
commonly
bene
sayde
,
And
secrete
mischiefe
seeld
hath
lucky
speede
,
A
murdering
minde
with
proper
poyze
is
wayd
,
Al
this
most
true
I
fynde
it
,
as
my
creede
,
And
therfore
Baldwin
wa●ne
al
states
take
hede
How
they
conspyre
any
other
to
entrappe
,
Least
mischiefement
light
in
the
meaners
lappe
.
For
I
Lord
Richard
heire
Plantagenet
,
Was
Earle
of
Cambridge
and
right
fortunate
,
If
I
had
had
the
grace
my
witte
to
set
,
To
haue
content
mee
with
myne
owne
estate
:
But
O
false
honours
,
breeders
of
debate
,
The
loue
of
you
our
lewde
hartes
do
allure
,
To
leese
our selues
by
seeking
you
vnsure
.
Because
my
brother
Edmond
Mortimer
,
Whose
eldest
sister
was
my
wedded
wife
,
I
meane
that
Edmund
that
was
prisoner
,
In
Wales
so
long
through
Owens
busie
stryte
,
Because
I
say
that
after
Edmondes
lyfe
,
His
rightes
and
tytles
must
by
law
be
myne
,
For
he
●e
had
,
nor
could
encrease
his
lygne
.
Because
the
right
of
Realme
and
Crowne
was
ours
,
I
searched
meanes
to
helpe
him
thereunto
,
And
where
the
Henries
held
it
by
their
powers
,
I
sought
a
shift
their
tenures
to
vndoe
,
Which
being
force
,
sith
force
or
sleight
must
doe
:
I
voyde
of
might
,
because
their
power
was
strong
,
Ser
priuy
sleight
against
their
open
wrong
.
But
sith
the
Death
of
most
part
of
my
kyn
Did
dash
my
hope
,
through
out
the
fathers
dayes
I
let
it
slip
,
and
thought
it
best
begyn
,
Whan
as
the
sonne
should
dred
least
such
assayes
,
For
force
through
speede
,
sleight
speedeth
through
delayes
,
And
seeld
doth
treason
time
so
fitlye
fynde
,
As
when
all
daungers
most
bee
out
of
mynde
.
Wherfore
while
Henrye
of
that
name
the
fift
,
Preparde
his
army
to
go
conquer
Fraunce
,
Lord
Scrope
and
I
thought
to
attempt
a
drift
,
To
put
him
downe
my
brother
to
aduaunce
,
But
were
it
Gods
wyll
,
my
lucke
,
or
his
good
chaunce
,
The
king
wist
wholly
where
about
we
went
,
The
night
before
to
shipward
he
him
bent
.
Then
were
we
streight
as
traytours
apprehended
,
Our
purpose
spyed
,
the
cause
thereof
was
hid
,
And
therfore
loe
a
false
cause
we
pretended
,
Where
through
my
brother
was
fro
daunger
ryd
:
We
sayd
for
hyre
of
French
kings
coyne
,
we
did
Behight
to
kyl
the
king
:
and
thus
with
shame
We
staynd
our selues
,
to
saue
our
frend
fro
blame
.
When
wee
had
thus
confest
so
foule
a
treason
,
That
we
deserued
,
we
suffered
by
the
law
,
Se
Baldwin
see
,
and
note
as
it
is
reason
,
How
wicked
deedes
to
woful
endes
do
draw
,
Al
force
doth
fayle
no
craft
is
worth
a
straw
,
To
attayne
thinges
lost
,
and
therfore
let
them
goe
.
For
might
ruleth
right
,
and
wil
though
truth
say
no.
FINIS
.
WHan
stout
Richarde
had
stoutly
sayde
his
mynde
,
belike
sayd
one
,
this
Rychard
was
but
a
little
man
,
or
els
little
fauoured
of
writers
,
for
our
Chronicles
speake
very
litle
of
him
But
seeing
we
become
now
to
king
Henries
voyage
into
Fraunce
,
we
cannot
lacke
valiaunte
men
to
speake
of
,
for
among
so
many
as
were
led
&
sent
by
the
king
out
of
this
Realme
thither
,
it
cannot
be
chosen
but
some
,
&
that
a
great
somme
,
were
slaine
among
them
:
wherfore
to
speake
of
them
al
,
I
thinke
not
needeful
.
And
therefore
to
let
passe
Edwarde
Duke
of
Yorke
,
and
the
Earle
of
Suffolke
,
slayne
both
at
the
Battayle
of
Agincourte
,
as
were
also
many
other
.
Let
vs
end
the
tyme
of
Henry
the
fift
,
and
come
to
his
sonne
Henry
the
syxte
:
whose
Nonage
broughte
Fraunce
and
Normandye
●oute
of
Bondage
,
and
was
the
cause
that
so
few
of
our
noble
men
dyed
aged
.
Of
whom
to
let
passe
the
number
,
I
wil
take
vpon
mee
the
Personne
of
Thomas
Montague
Earle
of
Salisburie
,
whose
name
was
not
so
good
at
home
(
and
yet
he
was
called
the
good
Earle
)
as
it
was
dreadful
abroade
:
who
exclaminge
vppon
the
mutability
of
Fortune
,
may
iustlye
say
in
maner
as
folqweth
.
HOWE
THOMAS
MONtague
Earle
of
Salisburie
,
in
the
middest
of
his
glorie
,
was
chaunceablye
slayne
at
Orliaunce
with
a
peece
of
Ordinaunce
the
third
of
Nouember
.
Anno
1428.
WHat
fooles
be
we
to
trust
vnto
our
strength
,
Our
wyt
,
our
courage
,
or
our
noble
fame
,
Which
time
it selfe
must
needes
deuour
at
length
,
Though
froward
fortune
could
not
foyle
the
same
But
seeing
this
Goddesse
guydeth
all
the
game
,
Which
stil
to
chaunge
doth
set
her
only
lust
,
Why
toyle
we
so
for
thinges
so
hard
to
trust
,
A
goodly
thing
it
is
surely
good
report
,
Which
noble
hartes
,
do
seeke
by
course
of
kinde
:
But
seene
the
date
so
doubtful
and
so
short
,
The
way
so
rough
whereby
wee
do
it
fynde
,
I
cannot
chose
but
prayse
the
Princely
mynde
That
preaseth
for
it
,
though
we
fynde
opprest
,
By
foule
defame
those
that
deserue
it
best
.
Concerning
whom
marke
Baldwin
what
I
say
I
meane
the
vertuous
hyndred
of
their
brute
,
Among
which
nomber
recken
wel
I
may
,
My
valiaunt
father
Iohn
Lord
Montacute
,
Who
lost
his
lyfe
I
iudge
through
iust
pursute
:
I
say
the
cause
and
not
the
casuall
speede
,
Is
to
be
wayde
in
euery
kinde
of
deede
.
This
rule
obserued
,
how
many
shall
we
fynde
,
For
vertues
sake
with
infamie
opprest
:
How
many
againe
through
helpe
of
Fortune
blynde
:
For
ill
attemptes
atchieued
with
honour
blest
:
Successe
is
worst
ofttimes
when
cause
is
best
:
Therfore
say
I
:
God
send
them
sory
haps
That
iudge
the
causes
by
their
after
claps
.
The
end
in
deede
is
iudge
of
euery
thing
,
Which
is
the
cause
or
latter
point
of
time
:
The
first
true
verdict
at
the
first
may
bring
,
The
last
is
slow
,
or
slipper
as
the
slyme
,
Oft
chaunging
names
of
innocence
and
crime
:
Duke
Thomas
death
was
Iustice
two
yeares
long
,
And
euer
since
,
sore
tyranny
and
wrong
.
Wherfore
I
pray
thee
Baldwin
way
the
cause
,
And
praise
my
father
as
he
doth
deserue
,
Because
Earle
Henry
,
King
against
al
lawes
,
Endeuoured
king
Rychard
for
to
starue
In
Iayle
,
whereby
the
regal
crowne
might
swarue
,
Out
of
the
ligne
to
which
it
than
was
due
,
(
Whereby
God
knowes
what
euil
myght
ensue
)
My
Lord
Iohn
Holland
Duke
of
Excester
,
Which
was
deare
cosin
to
this
wretched
king
,
Did
moue
my
father
and
the
Earle
of
Glocester
,
With
other
Lordes
to
ponder
wel
the
thing
:
Who
seeing
the
mischiefe
that
began
to
spring
,
Did
all
consent
this
Henry
to
depose
,
And
to
restore
king
Richard
to
the
rose
.
And
while
they
did
deuise
a
pretie
trayne
,
Whereby
to
bring
their
purpose
better
about
,
Which
was
in
Maske
this
Henry
to
haue
slayne
,
The
Duke
of
Awmerle
blew
their
counsel
out
:
Yet
was
their
purpose
good
there
is
no
doubt
.
What
cause
can
bee
more
worthy
for
a
knight
,
Than
saue
his
king
,
and
helpe
true
heires
to
right
?
For
this
with
them
my
father
was
destroyed
,
And
buryed
in
the
Dunghil
of
defame
,
Thus
euil
chaunce
their
glory
did
auoyde
,
Whereas
their
cause
doth
clayme
eternal
fame
:
When
deedes
therfore
vnluckely
do
frame
,
Men
ought
not
iudge
the
authours
to
be
nought
,
For
right
through
might
is
often
ouerraught
.
And
God
doth
suffer
that
it
should
be
so
,
But
why
,
my
wit
is
feeble
to
decise
,
Except
it
be
to
heape
of
wrath
and
woe
On
wicked
heades
that
iniuries
deuise
:
The
cause
why
mischiefes
many
times
aryse
,
And
light
on
them
that
would
mens
wronges
redresse
,
Is
for
the
tancour
that
they
beare
I
gesse
.
God
hates
rigour
though
it
further
right
,
For
sinne
is
synne
,
how
euer
it
be
vsed
:
And
therfore
suffereth
shame
and
death
to
light
,
To
punish
vyce
,
though
it
be
wel
abused
,
Who
furthereth
right
is
not
thereby
excused
.
If
through
the
same
be
do
some
other
wrong
,
To
euery
vice
due
guerdon
doth
belong
.
What
preache
I
now
I
am
a
man
of
warre
,
And
that
my
body
I
dare
say
doth
professe
,
Of
cured
woundes
beset
with
manye
a
skarre
,
My
broken
Iaw
vnhealde
can
say
no
lesse
,
O
Fortune
,
Fortune
,
cause
of
al
distresse
:
My
father
had
great
cause
thy
fraud
to
curse
,
But
much
more
I
,
abused
ten
times
worse
.
Thou
neuer
flattredst
him
in
al
thy
lyfe
,
But
me
thou
dandledst
like
thy
darling
deare
,
Thy
giftes
I
found
in
euery
corner
ryfe
,
Where
euer
I
went
I
met
thy
smyling
cheare
:
Which
was
not
for
a
day
,
or
for
a
yeare
,
But
through
the
raigne
of
three
right
worthy
kinges
I
found
the
forward
in
al
kinde
of
thinges
.
The
while
King
Henrye
conquered
in
Fraunce
,
I
sued
the
warres
,
and
stil
found
victory
,
In
al
assaultes
so
happy
was
my
chaunce
,
Holdes
yeld
or
wonne
did
make
my
enemies
sorye
:
Dame
Prudence
eke
augmented
so
my
glory
,
That
in
al
treaties
euer
I
was
one
,
When
waighty
matters
were
agreed
vpon
.
But
whan
this
king
this
mighty
conquerour
.
Through
death
vnrype
was
both
his
realmes
bereft
His
seelye
infant
did
receiue
his
power
,
Poore
little
babe
ful
young
in
Cradle
left
,
Where
crowne
and
Scepter
●urt
him
with
the
heft
.
Whose
worthy
Vncles
had
the
gouernaunce
,
The
one
at
home
the
other
abroade
in
Fraunce
.
And
I
which
was
in
peace
and
warre
wel
skylled
,
With
both
these
rulers
greatly
was
esteemed
:
Bare
rule
at
home
as
often
as
they
wylled
,
And
fought
in
France
when
they
it
needeful
deemed
,
And
euery
where
so
good
my
seruice
seemed
.
That
English
men
to
me
great
loue
did
beare
,
Our
foes
the
French
,
my
force
fulfilled
with
feare
.
I
alwayes
thought
it
fitly
for
a
Prince
,
And
such
as
haue
the
regiment
of
Realmes
,
His
subiectes
hartes
with
myldenesse
to
connince
,
With
Iustice
mixt
,
auoyding
all
extreames
,
For
like
as
Phoebus
with
his
cheareful
beames
,
Doth
freshly
force
the
fragrant
flowers
to
florish
,
So
rulers
myldnesse
subiectes
loue
do
norish
.
This
found
I
true
:
for
through
my
myeld
behauiour
Their
hartes
I
had
with
me
to
lyue
and
dye
,
And
in
their
speach
bewrayer
of
their
fauour
,
They
cald
me
stil
good
Earle
of
Salisburie
,
The
Lordes
confest
the
commons
did
not
lye
:
For
vertuous
lyfe
,
free
hart
,
and
lowly
minde
,
With
high
and
low
shal
alwayes
fauour
fynde
.
Which
vertues
chiefe
become
a
man
of
warre
,
Whereof
in
Fraunce
I
found
experience
,
For
in
assaultes
due
mildenes
passeth
farre
Al
rygour
,
for●e
,
and
sturdy
violence
,
For
men
wil
stoutly
sticke
to
their
defence
,
When
cruel
Captaynes
couet
after
syoyle
,
And
so
enforst
,
oft
giue
their
foes
the
foyle
.
But
when
they
know
they
shal
be
frendly
vsed
,
They
hazard
not
their
heades
but
rather
yeilde
,
For
this
my
offers
neuer
were
refused
Of
any
towne
,
or
surely
very
sield
,
But
force
and
furies
fit
be
for
the
fielde
,
And
there
in
deede
I
vsed
so
the
same
,
My
foes
would
flye
if
they
but
heard
my
name
.
For
whan
Lord
Steward
&
Earle
Vantadore
,
Had
cruellye
besieged
Crauant
towne
,
Which
he
had
wonne
,
and
kept
long
time
before
,
Which
lyeth
in
Awxer
on
the
ryuer
Youne
:
To
rayse
the
siege
the
regent
sent
me
downe
:
Whereas
I
vsed
all
rigour
that
I
might
,
I
kylled
all
that
were
not
saued
by
flight
.
When
th
erle
of
Bedforde
then
in
Fraunce
Lord
Regent
,
Knew
in
what
sort
I
had
remoued
the
siege
,
In
Brye
and
Champaigne
he
made
me
Vicegerent
,
And
Lieutenaunt
for
him
and
for
my
liege
:
Which
caused
me
to
goe
to
Brye
,
and
there
besiege
Montagui●lon
with
twentie
weekes
assaut
,
Which
at
the
last
was
yelded
me
for
naught
.
And
for
the
Duke
of
Bretaines
brother
Arthur
,
Both
Earle
of
Rychmond
and
of
Yuery
,
Against
his
oth
from
vs
had
made
departure
,
To
Charles
the
Dolphin
our
chiefe
enemie
,
I
wi●h
the
Regent
went
to
Normandie
:
To
take
his
towne
of
Yuery
which
of
spight
,
Did
to
vs
dayly
al
the
harme
they
might
.
They
at
the
first
compounded
by
a
daye
To
yeld
,
if
rescues
did
not
come
before
,
And
while
in
hope
to
fight
we
at
it
laye
,
The
Dolphin
gathered
men
two
thousand
skore
,
With
Earles
,
Lordes
,
and
Captaynes
ioly
store
,
Of
which
the
Duke
of
Alanson
was
guyde
,
And
sent
them
downe
to
see
if
we
would
byde
.
But
they
left
vs
and
downe
to
Vernoyle
went
,
And
made
their
vaunt
they
had
our
armye
slayne
,
And
through
that
lye
the
towne
from
vs
they
hent
,
Which
shortly
after
turned
to
their
payne
:
For
there
both
armies
met
vpon
the
playne
:
And
we
eight
thousand
whom
they
flew
,
not
slew
before
,
Did
kil
of
them
ten
thousand
men
and
more
.
When
wee
had
taken
Vernoyle
thus
agayne
,
To
driue
the
Dolphin
vtterly
out
of
Fraunce
,
The
Regent
sent
me
to
Aniow
and
to
Mayne
,
Where
I
besieged
the
warlike
towne
of
Mauns
There
Lord
of
Toysers
Baldwines
valiaunce
Did
wel
appeare
,
which
would
not
yeld
the
towne
,
Tyl
al
the
Towers
and
walles
were
battred
downe
.
But
here
now
Baldwin
take
it
in
good
part
,
Though
that
I
brought
this
Baldwin
there
to
yeld
,
The
Lyon
fierce
for
all
his
noble
hart
,
Being
ouermatched
,
is
forst
to
flye
the
field
,
If
Mars
himselfe
there
had
bene
with
his
shield
,
And
in
my
stormes
had
stoutly
me
with
stoed
,
He
should
haue
yeld
,
or
els
haue
shed
my
bloud
.
This
worthy
knight
both
hardy
stout
and
wyse
,
Wrought
wel
his
feate
,
as
time
and
place
require
,
When
Fortune
fayles
,
it
is
the
best
aduise
To
stryke
the
sayle
least
all
lye
in
the
myre
,
This
haue
I
sayde
to
th
end
thou
take
no
ire
:
For
though
no
cause
be
found
,
so
nature
frames
,
Men
haue
a
zeale
to
such
as
beare
their
names
.
But
to
returne
,
in
Mayne
wan
I
at
length
,
Such
townes
and
Fortes
as
might
eyther
helpe
or
hurt
,
I
manned
Mayon
,
and
Suzans
towne
of
strength
,
Fore
Barnard
,
Thanceaur
,
and
S.
Cales
the
curt
,
With
Lile
,
sues
,
Bolton
,
standing
in
the
durt
:
Eke
Guerland
,
Suze
,
Loupeland
,
and
Mountsure
,
With
Malicorne
,
these
wanne
I
and
kept
ful
sure
.
Besides
all
this
I
tooke
nere
fourtie
holdes
,
But
those
I
razed
euen
with
the
ground
,
And
for
these
deedes
,
as
seely
sheepe
in
foldes
,
Do
shrinke
for
feare
at
euery
little
sound
,
So
fled
my
foes
before
my
face
ful
round
:
Was
none
so
hardy
that
durst
abyde
my
fight
,
So
Mars
and
Fortune
furthered
me
their
knight
.
I
tel
no
lye
so
gastful
grew
my
name
,
That
it
alone
discomfited
an
hoast
,
The
Scots
and
Frenchmen
wel
confesse
the
same
,
Els
wil
the
towne
which
they
like
Cowardes
lost
,
For
whan
they
sieged
Beauron
with
great
boast
:
Being
fourty
thousand
Brytaynes
,
French
and
Scots
,
Fiue
hundred
men
did
vanquish
them
like
sots
.
For
while
the
Frenchmen
freshlye
assaulted
stil
,
Our
English
men
came
boldly
foorth
at
night
,
Cryinge
S.
George
,
Salisburye
,
kyl
,
kyl
,
kyl
,
And
offced
freshlye
with
their
foes
to
fight
,
And
they
as
frenchly
tooke
themselues
to
flight
,
Supposing
surely
that
I
had
beene
there
,
See
how
my
name
did
pu●them
al
in
feare
.
Thus
was
the
Dolphins
power
discomfited
,
Fowre
thousand
slaine
,
their
Campe
tane
as
it
stoode
,
Whereby
our
Towne
and
souldiers
proficed
,
For
there
were
vitailes
plenteous
and
good
,
This
while
was
I
in
England
by
the
Roode
,
To
appease
a
strife
that
was
right
foule
befall
,
Betwene
Duke
Humfrey
and
the
Cardinal
.
The
Duke
of
Excester
shortly
after
dyed
,
Which
of
the
King
at
home
had
gouernaunce
.
Whose
roume
the
Earle
of
Warwicke
then
supplyed
,
And
I
tooke
his
and
sped
me
into
Fraunce
,
And
hauing
zeale
to
conquere
Orliaunce
,
With
much
a
do
I
gat
the
Regentes
ayde
,
And
marched
thyther
,
and
siege
about
it
layde
.
But
in
the
way
I
tooke
the
towne
of
Yane
,
Where
murthered
were
for
stoutnesse
many
a
man
:
But
Baugencey
I
tooke
with
little
payne
.
For
which
to
shew
them
fauour
I
began
:
This
caused
the
townes
of
Mewne
and
Iargeman
,
That
stoode
on
Loyer
:
to
profer
me
the
keyes
,
Ere
I
came
nere
them
,
welny
by
two
dayes
.
See
here
how
Fortune
forward
can
allure
,
What
Baytes
she
layeth
to
bring
men
to
their
endes
Who
hauing
hap
like
this
,
but
hopeth
sure
,
To
bring
to
●ale
what
euer
hee
entendes
?
But
sone
is
sower
the
sweete
that
fortune
sendes
:
Whan
hope
and
hap
,
whan
health
and
wealth
is
hiest
Then
woe
and
wracke
,
disease
,
and
neede
be
nyest
.
For
while
I
,
suing
this
so
good
successe
,
Layde
siege
to
Orliaunce
on
the
Riuer
side
,
The
Bastard
(
Cuckold
Cawnies
sonne
I
gesse
,
Tho
thought
the
Dukes
)
who
had
the
towne
in
guyde
Came
fiercely
foorth
,
when
hee
his
time
espyed
,
To
rayse
the
siege
but
was
bet
backe
agayne
,
And
hard
pursued
both
to
his
losse
and
payne
.
For
there
we
wan
the
Bulworke
on
the
Bridge
,
With
a
mighty
tower
standing
fast
thereby
.
Ah
cursed
tower
that
didst
my
dayes
abridge
,
Would
God
thou
hadst
bene
furder
eyther
I
:
For
in
this
tower
a
chamber
standes
on
hye
,
From
which
a
man
may
view
through
all
the
towne
By
certain
wyndowes
iron
grated
downe
.
Where
on
a
daye
,
now
Baldwin
note
myne
ende
,
I
stoode
in
viewing
where
the
towne
was
weake
,
And
as
I
busilye
talked
with
my
frend
,
Shot
fro
the
towne
,
which
al
the
Grate
did
breake
,
A
pellet
came
and
droue
a
mighty
fleake
Against
my
face
,
and
care
away
my
cheeke
,
For
payne
whereof
I
dyed
within
a
weeke
.
See
Baldwin
see
the
vncertayne
glorye
,
How
sodaine
mischiefe
dasheth
all
to
dust
,
And
warne
al
Princes
by
my
broken
storye
,
The
bappiest
Fortune
chieflye
to
mistrust
,
Was
neuer
man
that
alway
had
his
lust
:
Than
sac●b
be
fooles
,
in
fancy
more
then
mad
,
Which
hope
to
haue
that
neuer
any
had
.
FINIS
.
THis
straunge
aduenture
of
the
good
earle
draue
vs
al
into
a
dumpe
,
inwardly
lamenting
his
woful
destenye
,
out
of
which
wee
were
awaked
after
this
sort
.
To
what
ende
(
said
one
)
muse
wee
so
much
on
the
matter
.
This
Earle
is
neither
the
fyrste
nor
laste
whom
fortune
hath
foundred
in
the
height
of
their
prosperity
.
For
al
through
the
raigne
of
this
vnfortunate
kinge
Henrye
,
wee
shal
fynde
many
which
haue
been
likewise
serued
,
whose
chances
sith
they
be
martial
,
&
therfore
honorable
,
may
the
better
bee
omitted
.
And
therefore
we
will
let
go
the
Lordes
Molines
,
and
Poyninges
,
slayne
both
at
the
siege
of
Orleaunce
,
shortly
after
the
death
of
this
Earle
.
Also
the
valiaunt
Earle
of
Arundel
destroied
with
a
bowlet
at
the
assault
of
Gerborye
,
whose
stories
neuerthelesse
are
worth
the
hearing
.
And
to
quicken
vp
your
spirites
,
I
wil
take
vpon
me
a
tragical
person
in
deede
,
I
meane
kinge
Iamy
slayne
by
his
seruauntes
in
his
priuy
Chamber
:
who
although
he
be
a
Scot
,
yet
seeing
he
was
brought
vp
in
England
,
where
hee
learned
the
language
,
his
example
also
so
notable
,
it
were
not
meete
it
should
be
forgotten
.
And
therefore
marke
Baldwyn
what
I
thinke
hee
may
say
.
*
⁎
*
HOW
KING
IAMES
THE
first
for
breaking
his
othes
and
bonds
was
by
Gods
sufferaunce
miserably
murdered
of
his
owne
Subiectes
.
Anno.
1437.
IF
for
examples
sake
thou
wrote
thy
Booke
,
I
chardge
thee
Baldwin
thou
forget
mee
not
,
Whom
fortune
alwayes
frowardly
forsooke
.
Sutch
was
my
lucke
,
my
merite
or
my
lot
.
I
am
that
Iames
King
Roberts
Sonne
the
Scot
,
That
was
in
England
Prisoner
all
his
youth
,
Through
mine
vncle
Walters
trayterous
vntruth
.
For
whan
my
Father
through
disease
and
age
,
Vnwieldy
was
to
gouerne
well
his
Land
,
Bycause
his
Brother
Walter
seemed
sage
,
Hee
put
the
rule
thereof
into
his
hand
.
Than
had
my
Father
,
you
shall
vnderstand
,
Of
lawfull
Barnes
,
mee
and
one
onely
other
,
Nempt
Dauy
Rothsay
,
who
was
mine
elder
Brother
.
This
Dauy
was
Prince
of
Scotland
and
so
take
,
Till
his
aduoutry
caused
men
complayne
:
Which
that
hee
might
by
monishment
forsake
,
My
Father
prayed
myne
Vncle
take
the
payne
.
To
threaten
him
his
vices
to
refrayne
.
But
hee
false
Traytour
butcherly
murderinge
wretch
,
To
get
the
Crowne
began
to
fetch
a
fetch
,
And
fynding
now
a
proffer
to
his
praye
,
Deuised
meanes
my
brother
to
deuour
,
And
for
that
cause
conuayed
him
day
by
day
From
place
to
place
,
from
Castel
vnto
tower
,
To
Faulkland
fort
,
where
like
a
tormentour
He
starued
him
,
and
put
to
death
a
wyfe
,
Whom
through
a
Reede
he
suckt
to
saue
his
lyfe
.
O
wretched
death
,
fye
cruell
tyrannye
,
A
Prince
in
prison
lost
for
fault
of
foode
:
Was
neuer
enmie
wrought
such
vilany
,
A
trusty
brother
destroy
his
brothers
blood
,
Wo
worth
so
frendlye
,
fye
on
double
hood
,
Ah
wretched
father
see
thy
soone
is
lost
,
Sterued
by
thy
brother
whom
thou
trustedst
most
.
Of
whom
when
some
began
to
fynde
the
fraud
,
And
yet
the
traytour
made
himselfe
so
cleare
,
That
he
should
seeme
to
haue
deserued
laud
,
So
woful
did
he
for
his
Prince
appeare
,
My
doubtful
father
louing
me
ful
deare
.
To
auoyde
all
daunger
that
might
after
chaunce
,
Sent
mee
away
but
nyne
yeares
old
to
Fraunce
.
But
windes
and
weather
were
so
contrary
,
That
we
were
driuen
to
th
english
coast
,
Which
Realme
with
Scotland
at
that
time
did
varye
,
So
that
they
tooke
me
as
prisoner
not
as
hoast
:
For
which
my
father
fearing
I
was
lost
,
Conceiued
shortlye
such
an
inward
thought
,
As
to
the
graue
immediatly
him
brought
,
Than
had
myne
vncle
all
the
regiment
At
home
,
and
I
in
England
prisoner
lay
.
For
to
himselfe
he
thought
it
detriment
,
For
my
release
any
raunsome
for
to
pay
,
For
as
hee
thought
he
had
possest
his
pray
:
And
therfore
wisht
I
might
in
duraunce
dure
,
Til
I
had
dyed
,
so
should
his
raigne
be
sure
.
But
good
king
Henrye
seeing
I
was
a
childe
,
And
heir
by
right
vnto
a
realme
and
crowne
,
Did
bring
mee
vp
not
(
like
my
brother
)
wyloe
,
But
vertuouslye
in
feates
of
high
renowne
?
In
I
beral
artes
,
in
instrumental
sowne
:
By
meane
whereof
when
I
was
after
king
,
I
did
my
realme
to
ciuel
order
bring
.
For
ere
I
had
been
prisoner
eightene
yeare
,
In
which
short
space
two
noble
Princes
dyed
,
Whereof
the
first
in
prudence
had
no
peere
,
The
other
in
warre
most
valiaunt
throughly
tryed
,
Whose
roume
his
sonne
babe
Henry
eke
supplied
:
The
peeres
of
England
which
did
gouerne
all
,
Did
of
their
goodnesse
helpe
me
out
of
thrall
.
They
maryed
me
to
a
cosin
of
their
king
,
The
Duke
of
Somersets
daughter
rich
and
fayre
,
Relcast
my
raunsome
saue
a
trifling
thing
:
And
after
I
had
done
homage
to
the
heyre
,
And
sworne
my
frendship
neuer
should
appayre
,
They
brought
me
kingly
furnisht
to
my
land
,
Which
I
receiued
at
myne
vncles
hand
.
Whereof
my
Lordes
and
commons
were
ful
glad
,
So
was
mine
vncle
chieflye
as
he
sayed
,
Who
in
his
mouth
no
other
matter
had
,
Saue
punish
such
as
had
my
brother
trayed
:
The
fault
whereof
apparauntly
he
layed
,
To
good
Duke
Murdo
,
his
elder
brothers
sonne
,
Whose
father
dyed
long
ere
this
was
done
.
My
cursed
vncle
slyer
than
the
snake
,
Which
would
by
craft
vnto
the
crowne
aspire
,
Because
be
saw
this
Murdo
was
a
stake
,
That
stayed
vp
the
top
of
his
desire
.
(
For
his
elder
brother
was
Duke
Murdoes
syre
)
He
thought
it
best
to
haue
him
made
away
,
So
was
he
sure
(
I
gone
)
to
haue
his
praye
.
And
by
his
craftes
the
traytour
brought
to
passe
,
That
I
destroyed
Duke
Murdo
and
his
kin
,
Poore
innocentes
,
my
louing
frendes
alas
.
O
Kinges
and
Princes
what
plight
stand
we
in
,
A
trusted
traytour
shal
you
quickly
win
,
To
put
to
death
your
kin
and
frendes
most
iust
,
Take
heede
therfore
,
take
heede
whose
reede
ye
trust
.
And
at
the
last
to
bring
me
hole
in
hate
,
With
God
and
man
at
home
and
eke
abrode
,
He
counsaild
me
for
suraunce
of
my
state
:
To
helpe
the
Frenchmen
,
then
nigh
ouertrode
By
Englishmen
:
and
more
to
lay
on
lede
,
With
power
and
force
al
England
comu●de
,
Against
the
oth
and
homage
that
I
made
.
And
though
at
fyrst
my
conscience
dyd
grudge
,
To
breake
the
boundes
of
frendship
knit
by
oth
Yet
after
proafe
(
see
mischiefe
)
I
did
iudge
,
Iemadnesse
for
a
king
to
keepe
his
troth
,
And
semblably
with
al
the
world
it
goth
:
Synnes
oft
assayed
are
thought
to
be
no
sinne
,
So
soyleth
sinne
the
soule
it
sinketh
in
.
But
as
diseases
common
cause
of
death
,
Bring
daunger
most
,
when
least
they
pricke
and
smart
,
Which
is
a
signe
they
haue
expulst
the
breath
Of
liuely
heate
which
doth
defend
the
hart
:
Euen
so
such
sinnes
as
felt
are
on
no
part
Haue
conquered
grace
,
and
by
their
wicked
bre
,
So
kild
the
soule
that
it
can
haue
no
cure
.
And
grace
agate
,
vyce
stil
succedeth
vyce
,
And
al
to
hast
the
vengeaunce
for
the
furst
,
I
areade
therfore
al
people
to
be
wise
,
And
stop
the
bracke
when
it
beginnes
to
burst
,
Attast
no
poyson
(
vice
is
veuim
worst
,
It
mates
the
mynde
)
beware
eke
of
to
much
,
Al
kyl
through
muchnesse
,
some
with
onely
touch
.
When
I
had
learnde
to
set
my
oth
at
nought
,
And
through
much
vse
the
sence
of
sinne
exiled
.
Against
King
Henry
what
I
could
I
wrought
,
My
fayth
my
oth
vniustly
fowle
defiled
,
And
while
slye
Fortune
at
my
doinges
smyled
,
The
wrath
of
God
which
I
had
wel
deserued
,
Fel
on
my
necke
,
for
thus
loe
was
I
serued
.
Ere
I
had
raygned
fully
fiftene
yeare
,
While
tyme
I
lay
at
Pertho
at
my
place
With
the
Quene
my
wyfe
and
children
me
to
cheare
My
murdrynge
vncle
with
the
double
face
,
That
longed
for
my
kyngdome
and
my
mace
,
To
slay
me
there
suborned
Robert
Grame
,
With
whom
his
nephue
,
Robert
stuart
came
.
And
when
their
tyme
fit
for
their
purpose
found
,
Into
my
priuy
chamber
they
astart
,
Wherwith
their
swoordes
they
gaue
me
many
a
wound
,
And
slue
al
such
as
stuck
vnto
my
part
There
loe
my
wife
did
shew
her
louing
hart
,
Who
to
defend
me
felied
one
or
twayne
.
And
was
sore
wounded
ere
I
could
be
slayne
.
See
Baldwin
,
Baldwin
,
the
vnhappy
endes
,
Of
such
as
passe
not
for
theyr
lauful
oth
Of
those
that
causeles
leaue
their
fayth
or
frendes
And
murdre
kinsfolkes
through
their
foes
vntroth
,
Warne
,
warne
al
princes
,
al
like
sinnes
to
loth
,
And
chiefly
such
as
in
my
realme
be
borne
For
god
hates
highly
all
that
are
forsworns
FINIS
WHen
this
was
sayde
(
quod
one
of
the
companye
)
let
passe
these
Scottish
matters
,
and
returne
we
to
our
English
storyes
whiche
minister
matter
enoughe
of
tragedy
,
without
seking
or
trauaylinge
to
forreine
countryes
.
Therfore
returne
we
to
the
rest
of
the
Tragical
trobles
and
broyles
which
hapned
in
this
realm
?
during
the
minority
of
king
Henry
the
vi
.
&
the
sundry
falls
and
ouerthrowes
of
great
princes
&
other
noble
persons
happening
therby
.
Wel
sayd
(
qd
M.
Fer.
)
and
as
it
happeneth
.
I
haue
here
ready
penned
ii
.
notable
tragedies
,
the
one
of
Hamfrey
Duke
of
Glocestre
,
the
other
of
the
Duches
Elienor
his
wife
which
as
(
me
semeth
)
be
two
of
the
most
memorable
matters
fortuning
in
the
time
But
whether
of
them
is
fyrst
to
be
placed
in
the
order
of
our
boke
,
I
somewhat
stande
in
doute
.
For
albeit
the
sayde
Dukes
death
happened
before
the
deceasse
of
the
Duches
,
yet
was
her
fall
first
,
which
fynally
was
cause
of
ouerthrow
to
both
▪
why
shoulde
you
doubte
then
(
quod
the
rest
of
the
company
)
for
seyng
the
cause
doth
alwaies
go
before
th
effect
and
sequel
of
any
thing
:
it
is
good
reason
you
should
begin
with
her
first
.
And
therfore
we
pray
you
lette
vs
heare
fyrst
what
she
hath
to
say
,
for
al
thys
whyle
we
haue
not
hard
the
complaint
of
any
Lady
or
other
woman
.
HOW
DAME
ELIANOR
Cobham
Duchesse
of
Glocester
▪
for
practising
of
witchcraft
and
Sorcery
,
suffred
open
penance
,
and
after
was
banished
the
realme
into
the
yle
of
Man
.
IF
a
poore
lady
damned
in
exyle
Amongst
princes
may
bee
allowed
place
Then
gentle
Baldwin
stay
thy
pen
awhyls
And
of
pure
pitty
ponder
wel
my
case
,
How
I
a
Duches
,
destitute
of
grace
Haue
found
by
proofe
,
as
many
haue
&
shal
The
prouerbe
true
,
that
pryde
wil
haue
a
fall
A
noble
Prince
extract
of
royal
blood
Humfrey
sometyme
Protector
of
this
land
Of
Glocester
Duke
,
for
vertu
cald
(
the
good
)
When
I
but
base
beneath
his
state
did
stande
Vouchsafte
with
me
to
ioyne
in
wedlockes
vande
Hauing
in
Court
no
name
of
high
degree
But
Elinor
Cobham
as
parents
left
to
mee
And
though
by
hyrth
of
noble
race
I
was
,
Of
Barons
bloud
,
yet
was
I
thought
vnfitte
,
So
high
to
matche
,
yet
so
it
came
to
passe
,
Whyther
by
grace
,
good
fortune
,
or
by
witte
Dame
Venus
Iures
so
in
myne
eyes
did
sitte
,
As
this
great
Prince
with
out
respect
of
state
Did
worthy
me
to
be
his
wedded
mate●
His
wyfe
I
was
,
and
he
my
true
husband
Though
for
a
whyle
he
had
the
company
Of
lady
Iaquet
the
Duchesse
of
holland
Beyng
an
heyre
of
ample
patrimony
But
that
fel
out
,
to
be
no
matrimony
For
after
war
,
long
sute
in
law
and
strife
She
proued
was
the
Duke
of
Brabants
wife
.
Thus
of
a
Damsel
a
Duchesse
I
became
,
My
state
and
place
aduaunced
next
the
Queene
Wherby
me
thought
I
felt
no
ground
,
but
swam
For
in
the
Court
myne
equall
was
not
seene
And
so
possest
with
pleasure
of
the
splene
The
sparkes
of
pride
so
kyndled
in
my
brest
As
I
in
court
,
would
shyne
aboue
the
rest
Such
gyftes
of
nature
god
in
me
hath
graft
Of
shape
and
stature
,
with
other
graces
moo
That
by
the
shot
of
Cupids
fiery
shafte
Which
to
the
hart
of
this
greate
prince
did
goe
This
mighty
Duke
,
with
loue
was
linked
so
As
he
abasyng
the
height
of
his
degree
,
Sette
his
hole
hatte
,
to
loue
and
honour
mee
Grudge
who
so
would
,
to
him
I
was
most
deere
Aboue
all
Ladyes
aduaunced
in
degree
(
The
Quene
except
)
no
Princesse
was
my
peere
But
gaue
me
place
,
and
lords
with
cap
and
knee
Dyd
all
honour
and
reuerence
vnto
me
Thus
hoysted
high
vpon
the
rollinge
wheele
I
sate
so
sure
,
me
thought
I
could
not
reele
.
And
weening
least
that
fortune
hath
a
turne
,
I
lookt
aloft
,
and
would
not
looke
alow
,
The
brondes
of
pryde
so
in
my
breast
did
burne
As
the
hot
sparkes
,
burst
forth
in
open
showe
,
And
more
and
more
the
fyre
began
to
glowe
,
Without
quenching
,
and
dayly
did
encrease
,
Til
fortunes
blastes
with
shame
did
make
it
ceasse
.
For
(
as
t
is
sayde
)
Pryde
passeth
on
afore
,
And
shame
followes
,
for
iust
rewarde
&
meede
Wold
god
ladyes
,
both
now
and
euermore
Of
my
hard
hap
,
which
shlal
the
story
reede
Wold
beare
in
mynde
,
and
trust
it
▪
as
their
Crede
▪
That
pryde
of
harte
,
is
a
most
hateful
vice
,
And
lowlines
,
a
pearle
of
passing
pryce
.
Namely
in
Quenes
,
and
Ladies
of
estate
Within
whose
myndes
,
al
mekenes
should
abound
Since
high
disdayne
,
doth
alwayes
purchace
hate
.
Beyng
a
vyce
,
that
most
part
doth
redound
To
their
reproch
,
in
whom
the
same
is
found
.
And
seeldome
gets
good
fauour
or
good
fame
Bat
is
at
last
,
knit
vp
with
worldly
shame
.
The
proofe
whereof
I
founde
most
true
indede
,
That
pryde
afore
,
hath
shame
to
wayte
behynde
.
Let
no
man
doubt
,
in
whom
this
vice
doth
brede
,
But
shame
for
pryde
by
iustice
is
assynde
,
Which
I
wel
founde
,
for
truely
in
my
mynde
Was
neuer
none
,
whom
pryde
did
more
enflame
,
Nor
neuer
none
,
receiued
greatter
shame
.
For
not
content
to
be
a
Duchesse
greate
,
I
longed
sore
to
beare
the
name
of
Queene
Aspyring
stil
vnto
an
higher
seate
,
And
with
that
hope
my selfe
did
euerweene
Sins
there
was
none
,
which
that
tyme
was
betweene
Henry
the
king
,
and
my
good
Duke
his
Eame
Heyre
to
the
crowne
and
kingdome
of
this
Realme
.
So
neare
to
be
,
was
cause
of
my
vayn
hope
And
long
awayte
when
this
fayre
hap
would
fal
.
My
studies
all
were
tending
to
that
scope
,
Alas
,
the
whyle
to
councel
I
did
call
Such
as
would
seme
,
by
skill
coniectural
Of
art
Magicke
and
wicked
Sorcery
To
deeme
and
dyuine
the
princes
desteny
Among
which
sort
of
those
that
bare
most
fame
There
was
a
Beldame
called
the
wytch
of
Ey
,
Old
mother
Madge
her
neyghbours
did
hir
name
Which
wrought
wonders
in
countryes
by
heresaye
Both
feendes
and
fayries
her
charmyng
would
obay
And
dead
corpsis
from
graue
she
could
vprere
Suche
an
Inchauntresse
,
as
that
tyme
had
no
peere
Two
pryestes
also
,
the
one
●ight
Bolenbroke
The
other
Suthwell
,
great
Clerkes
in
coniuration
These
twoo
Chapleins
,
were
they
that
vndertooke
To
cast
and
calke
,
the
kinges
constellation
And
then
to
iudge
by
depe
dyuination
.
Of
thinges
to
come
,
and
who
should
next
succede
To
Englandes
crowne
,
al
this
was
true
in
deede
.
And
further
sure
they
neuer
did
proceede
Though
I
confesse
,
that
this
attempt
was
ill
,
But
for
my
part
,
for
any
thing
in
dede
Wrought
,
or
els
thought
,
by
any
kynd
of
skill
.
God
is
my
iudge
I
neuer
had
the
will
By
any
Inchauntment
sorcery
or
charme
Or
other
wyse
,
to
worke
my
princes
harme
.
Yet
netheles
,
when
this
case
came
to
light
,
By
secrete
spyes
to
Cayphas
our
Cardinal
Who
long
in
hart
had
borne
a
priuy
spyght
,
To
my
good
Duke
his
nephew
naturall
Glad
of
the
chance
,
so
fitly
forth
to
fall
His
long
hid
hate
,
with
iustice
to
color
Vsed
this
case
with
most
extream
rigor
.
And
caused
me
with
my
complyces
all
,
To
be
cyted
by
processe
peremptory
,
Before
Iudges
,
in
place
Iudiciall
Whereas
Cayphas
,
sytting
in
his
glory
Would
not
allow
my
answer
disatory
Ne
Doctor
or
Proctor
,
to
allege
the
lawes
.
But
forced
me
to
pleade
in
myne
owne
cause
.
The
kynges
councel
were
called
to
the
case
My
husband
than
)
shut
out
for
the
season
In
whose
absence
I
found
but
little
grace
For
Lawiers
turned
our
offence
to
treason
And
so
with
rigor
,
without
ruth
or
reason
Sentence
was
gyuen
that
I
for
the
same
Should
do
penance
,
and
suffer
open
shame
.
Nay
the
lyke
shame
had
neuer
wight
I
weene
Duchesse
,
Lady
,
ne
Damsel
of
degree
,
As
I
that
was
,
a
Princesse
next
the
Quene
,
Wyfe
to
a
Prince
,
and
none
so
great
as
hee
,
A
Kinges
vncle
,
Protector
of
his
countrey
,
With
Taper
burning
,
shrouded
in
a
sheete
Three
dayes
a
row
,
to
passe
the
open
streate
.
Barelegd
,
and
bare
foote
,
to
al
the
worldes
wonder
Ye
,
and
as
though
such
shame
did
not
suffise
With
more
despyte
,
then
to
part
a
sunder
,
Me
and
my
Duke
,
which
Traytors
did
deuyse
By
Statute
law
,
in
most
vnlawful
wise
,
Fyrst
sending
me
,
with
shame
into
exile
.
Then
murdryng
him
,
by
trechery
and
gyle
.
Ye
and
besydes
,
this
cruel
banishment
Far
from
al
frendes
,
to
comfort
me
in
care
And
husbandes
death
:
there
was
by
Parliment
Ordaynd
for
me
,
a
messe
of
courser
fare
.
For
they
to
bring
me
to
beggers
state
most
bars
By
the
same
acte
,
from
me
did
then
withdraw
.
Such
right
of
dower
,
as
widowes
haue
by
law
.
Death
(
as
t
is
sayd
)
doth
set
al
thinges
at
rest
,
Which
fel
not
so
in
myne
vnhappy
case
,
For
sins
my
death
,
myne
enmies
made
a
Iest
In
minstrels
ryme
myne
honour
to
deface
.
And
then
to
bring
my
name
in
more
disgrace
A
song
was
made
in
manner
of
a
laye
Which
old
wyues
sing
of
me
vnto
this
day
.
Yet
with
these
spytes
,
theyr
malice
did
not
end
For
shortly
after
,
my
sorrowes
to
renew
My
Loyal
Lord
,
which
neuer
did
offende
Was
cald
in
hast
,
the
cause
he
little
knew
To
a
Parliament
,
without
Sommons
due
Whereas
his
death
,
was
cruelly
contryued
And
I
his
wyfe
of
earthly
ioyes
depryued
.
For
al
the
while
my
Duke
had
life
&
breath
So
long
I
stoode
,
in
hope
of
my
restore
But
when
I
hard
of
his
most
causeles
death
Then
the
best
salue
for
my
recureles
sore
Was
to
dispayre
of
cure
for
euermore
,
And
as
I
could
,
my
careful
hart
to
cure
.
With
pacience
,
most
paynful
to
indure
.
O
Traitors
fel
,
which
in
your
hartes
could
fynde
!
Like
frendes
of
hel
,
the
guiltles
to
betraye
But
ye
chefely
,
his
kinsemen
moste
vnkynde
Which
gaue
consent
to
make
him
so
away
,
That
vnto
God
,
with
al
my
hart
I
pray
,
Vengeance
may
light
on
him
that
caused
all
,
Beaufort
I
meane
,
that
cursed
Cardinall
.
Which
Bastard
preest
of
the
house
of
Lancaster
Sonne
to
Duke
Iohn
,
surnamed
Iohn
of
Gaunt
Was
first
create
,
Byshop
of
Winchester
,
For
no
learning
,
wher
of
he
myght
wel
vaunt
Ne
for
vertue
,
which
he
did
neuer
haunt
But
for
his
gold
&
Summes
that
were
not
small
Payd
to
the
pope
,
was
made
a
Cardinall
.
Proude
Lucifer
,
which
from
the
heauens
on
hye
Downe
to
the
pit
of
Hel
below
was
cast
,
And
beyagous
an
Auugell
bright
in
sky
For
his
high
pryde
,
in
Hel
is
chayned
fast
In
depe
darknes
,
that
euermore
shall
last
More
hault
of
hart
was
not
before
his
fal
Then
was
this
proud
and
pompes
Cardinall
Whose
lyfe
good
Baldwine
paint
out
in
his
pickle
,
And
●●ase
this
Baal
&
Belligod
most
blinde
,
An
Hipocryte
,
all
faythles
false
and
fickle
,
A
wicked
wretch
,
a
kinseman
most
vnkynde
,
A
Deuil
incarnate
,
all
deuilishly
enclynde
And
to
discharge
my
conscience
all
at
ones
The
Deuil
him
gnaw
both
body
,
blood
and
bones
The
spyteful
Preest
would
needes
make
me
a
Witch
,
As
would
to
god
I
had
bene
for
his
sake
.
I
would
haue
clawd
him
where
he
did
notitche
,
I
would
haue
played
the
Lady
of
the
Lake
And
as
Merlia
was
,
cloasoe
him
in
a
Brake
,
Yea
a
Meridian
to
Lul
him
by
daylight
And
a
night
mare
to
ryde
on
him
by
night
.
The
s●ery
feends
with
feuers
hut
and
freuzye
The
Ayeryhegges
with
stench
and
carren
sauours
The
watry
ghostes
with
gowtes
,
and
with
dropsie
The
earthy
Goblius
,
with
Aches
at
all
houres
Faryes
&
Faicies
,
with
al
infernal
powers
I
would
haue
stird
from
the
darke
dongeon
Of
hell
Centre
,
as
depe
as
Demagorgon
.
Or
had
I
now
the
skil
of
dame
Erichto
Whose
dreadful
charmes
,
as
Lucane
doth
expresse
All
feendes
did
feare
,
so
farforth
as
Prince
Pluto
Was
at
her
cal
for
dread
of
more
distresse
Then
would
I
send
of
helhounds
more
and
lesse
,
A
legion
at
least
,
at
him
to
crye
and
yel
.
And
with
that
chy●me
,
herrie
him
downe
to
hell
Which
neede
not
,
for
sure
I
thinke
that
hee
Who
here
in
earth
leades
Epicurus
lyfe
,
As
farre
from
god
as
possible
may
be
With
whom
all
sinne
and
vices
are
most
ryfe
Vsing
at
wil
both
widow
mayd
and
wyfe
But
that
some
Deuil
his
body
doth
possesse
His
life
is
such
,
as
men
can
iudge
no
lesse
And
god
forgeue
my
wrath
and
wreakful
mynde
Such
is
my
hate
to
that
most
wicked
wretch
Dye
when
he
shal
,
in
hart
I
could
wel
fynd
Out
of
the
graue
his
corps
againe
to
fetch
And
racke
his
lymmes
as
long
as
they
would
stretch
And
take
delyte
to
listen
euery
daye
How
he
could
sing
a
masse
of
welawaye
The
yle
of
Man
was
the
appointed
place
To
penance
mee
for
euer
in
exile
Thither
in
hast
they
poasted
me
apace
,
And
doubtinge
skape
,
they
pind
me
in
a
Pyle
Close
by
my selfe
in
rare
,
alas
the
whyle
There
felt
I
fyrst
pore
prisoners
hungry
fare
,
Much
want
,
thinges
skant
,
and
stone
walls
hard
and
bare
The
change
was
strange
,
from
silke
and
cloth
of
Gold
To
rugged
fryze
my
carcas
for
to
cloathe
,
From
princes
fare
,
and
dayntyes
hot
and
cold
,
To
rotten
fish
,
and
meates
that
one
would
loathe
The
dyet
and
dressing
were
mutch
a
lyke
boath
Bedding
and
lodging
were
all
alike
fyne
,
Such
Down
it
was
,
as
serued
wel
for
swyne
.
Neither
do
I
myne
owne
case
thus
complayne
Which
I
confesse
came
partly
by
deserte
The
onely
cause
which
doubleth
al
my
payne
And
which
most
nere
goeth
now
vnto
my
harte
.
Is
that
my
fault
,
dyd
finally
reuerte
To
him
that
was
least
gilty
of
the
same
Whose
death
it
was
,
though
I
abode
the
shame
.
Whose
fatal
fall
,
when
I
do
call
to
mynde
,
And
how
by
me
his
mischiefe
fyrst
began
So
oft
I
cry
on
fortune
most
vnkinde
And
my
mishap
most
vitterly
do
banne
,
That
euer
I
to
such
a
noble
man
,
Who
from
my
cryme
was
innocent
and
cleare
,
Shoulde
be
a
cause
to
buy
his
loue
so
deare
Oh
to
my
hart
how
greuous
is
the
wounde
Calling
to
mynd
this
dismal
deadly
case
I
would
I
had
bene
doluen
under
ground
.
When
he
first
saw
,
or
loked
on
my
face
,
Or
tooke
delight
in
any
kynd
of
grace
Seming
in
mee
,
that
him
did
stirre
or
moue
To
fancy
me
,
or
set
his
hart
to
loue
.
Farewel
Grenewych
my
Palace
of
delyght
,
Where
I
was
wont
to
see
the
Cristal
streames
,
Of
royall
Thames
most
pleasant
to
my
syght
And
farewel
Kent
,
right
famous
in
all
realmes
A
thousand
tymes
I
mynd
you
in
my
dreames
And
when
I
wake
most
grefe
it
is
to
me
That
neuer
more
agayne
I
shall
,
see
you
In
the
night
tyme
when
I
should
take
my
rest
I
weepe
,
I
wayle
,
I
weat
my
bed
with
teares
And
when
dead
sleape
my
spirites
hath
opprest
Troubled
with
dreames
,
I
fantazy
vay●e
feares
Myne
husbands
voyce
then
ringeth
at
myne
eares
Crying
for
help
,
O
iaue
me
from
the
death
These
villaynes
here
do
seeke
to
stop
my
breath
.
Ye
and
somtymes
me
thinkes
his
drery
ghost
Appeares
in
sight
,
and
shewes
me
in
what
wyse
,
Those
fel
tryantes
,
with
tormentes
had
emboost
His
wynd
and
breath
,
to
abuse
peoples
eyes
So
as
no
doubt
or
question
should
aryse
Amonges
rude
folke
which
little
vnderstande
,
But
that
his
death
came
onely
by
gods
hand
I
playne
in
vayne
,
where
eares
be
none
to
heare
But
roaring
Seas
,
&
blustring
of
the
wynd
And
of
redresse
am
near
a
whit
the
neere
But
with
wast
woordes
to
feede
my
mournful
mynde
,
Wishing
ful
oft
,
the
Parcas
had
vntwynde
My
vital
stringes
,
or
Atropos
with
knife
,
Had
cut
the
lyne
of
my
most
wretched
lyfe
.
Oh
that
Neptune
,
and
Eolus
also
,
Thene
God
of
Seas
,
the
other
of
weather
Ere
myne
Arriual
,
into
that
yle
of
woe
Had
suncke
the
ship
wher
in
I
sayled
thether
(
The
shipmen
saued
)
so
as
I
togeather
With
my
good
Duke
,
mought
haue
bene
dead
afore
Fortune
had
wroken
her
wrath
on
vs
so
sore
.
Or
els
that
God
when
my
first
passage
was
Into
exile
along
Saynt
Albanes
towne
Had
neuer
let
me
further
for
to
passe
,
But
in
the
Streat
with
death
had
strucke
me
downe
Then
had
I
sped
of
my
desyred
downe
That
my
pore
corps
mought
there
haue
lien
with
his
Both
in
one
graue
,
&
so
haue
gone
to
blysse
.
But
I
alas
,
the
greatter
is
my
greefe
Am
past
that
hope
to
haue
my
sepulture
Nere
vnto
hym
,
which
was
to
me
most
leefe
But
in
an
yle
,
land
country
most
obscure
.
To
pyne
in
payne
,
whilst
my
poore
life
will
dure
And
beyng
dead
,
all
honorles
to
lye
In
simple
graue
,
as
other
poore
that
dye
.
My
tale
is
tolde
,
and
tyme
it
is
to
ceasse
Of
troubles
past
,
al
which
haue
had
their
ende
My
graue
I
trust
,
shal
purchasse
me
good
peace
In
such
a
world
,
where
no
wight
doth
contend
For
highest
place
,
whereto
all
flesh
shal
wend
And
so
I
end
,
vsyng
on
word
for
all
,
As
I
Began
,
that
pryde
wil
haue
a
fell
FINIS
.
quod
G.
F.
SVerly
(
sayd
one
of
the
companye
)
thys
Lady
hath
don
much
to
moue
the
hearers
to
pitye
her
,
&
hath
very
wel
knyt
vp
the
ende
of
her
tragedy
according
to
the
beginning
but
I
meruayle
much
where
she
learned
al
this
Poetry
touched
in
her
tale
,
for
in
her
dayes
,
learninge
was
not
common
,
but
a
rare
thinge
,
namely
in
women
,
yes
(
quod
Maister
Ferrers
)
that
might
she
very
wel
learn
of
the
Duke
her
Husbande
,
who
was
a
Prince
so
exellently
learned
,
as
the
like
of
his
degree
was
no
where
to
be
founde
,
And
not
onelye
so
,
but
was
also
a
Patron
to
Poetes
&
orators
muche
lyke
as
Mecenas
was
in
the
tyme
of
Augustus
Cesar
This
Duke
was
foundor
of
the
Diuinite
Schole
in
Oxforde
,
whereas
he
caused
Aristoles
workes
to
be
translated
out
of
Greeke
into
Latin
,
and
caused
many
other
things
to
be
done
for
aduauncement
of
lerning
,
hauing
alwaies
lerned
men
near
about
him
no
meruaile
therfore
though
the
Duchesse
broughte
som
pece
away
.
Me
think
(
quod
another
(
she
passeth
bounds
of
a
Ladies
modesty
,
to
inuey
so
cruelly
agaynst
the
Cardinall
Beaufort
.
Not
a
whit
(
quod
another
)
hauing
such
cause
as
she
had
,
&
somewhat
ye
must
beare
with
womens
passions
.
Therefore
leaue
we
her
to
eternall
rest
,
&
letre
vs
heare
what
Maister
Ferrers
wil
say
for
the
Duke
her
husband
whose
case
was
the
more
lamentable
,
in
that
hee
suffered
without
cause
.
And
surely
thoughe
the
Cardinal
against
nature
was
the
Dukes
mortall
Foe
,
yet
the
chiefe
causers
of
his
confusyon
,
was
the
Quene
,
and
William
Delapoole
E●le
of
Suffolke
and
afterwards
Duke
,
whose
counsel
was
chefely
followed
in
the
contryuing
of
this
noble
mans
destruction
,
She
through
ambicion
to
haue
soueraynty
and
rule
and
he
through
,
flattery
to
purchace
honour
and
promotion
,
which
as
he
in
shorte
time
obtayned
:
so
in
as
short
tyme
he
lost
agayne
,
&
his
life
withal
by
the
iust
iudgement
of
God
,
receiuing
such
measure
as
he
before
mette
to
this
good
Prince
.
This
drift
of
his
turned
to
the
vtter
euerthrow
of
the
king
himselfe
,
the
Quene
his
wife
,
&
Edward
their
son
a
most
goodly
prince
,
&
to
the
subuersion
of
the
hole
house
Of
Lancaster
,
as
you
may
see
at
large
in
the
Chronicles
:
but
now
let
vs
heare
what
the
Duke
will
saye
.
HOW
HVMFREY
PLANtagenet
Duke
of
Glocester
Protector
of
England
,
during
the
minoritie
of
his
Nephue
kinge
Henrye
the
sixt
,
(
commonlye
called
the
good
Duke
)
by
practise
of
enemies
was
brought
to
confusion
.
AS
highest
hilles
with
tempestes
bene
most
touched
And
tops
of
trees
,
most
subiect
vnto
wynde
,
And
as
great
towers
with
stone
strongly
rowched
.
Haue
heauy
falles
when
they
be
vnder
minde
,
Euen
so
by
proofe
,
in
worldly
thinges
we
fynde
,
That
such
a
clyme
the
top
of
high
degree
From
perril
of
failing
neuer
can
be
free
.
To
proue
this
true
(
good
Baldwin
)
harken
hyther
,
See
and
behold
me
vnhappie
Humfrey
,
Englands
Protector
and
Duke
of
Glocester
Who
in
the
time
of
the
sixt
king
Henrie
,
Ruled
this
Realme
yeares
mothen
twentie
:
Note
wel
the
cause
of
my
decay
and
fall
,
And
make
a
mirrour
for
Magistrates
all
.
In
their
most
weale
,
to
beware
of
vnhap
,
And
not
to
sleepe
in
slom
bring
sickernesse
,
Whilst
Fortune
false
doth
lul
them
in
her
lap
Drowned
in
dreames
of
brittle
blessednesse
,
But
then
to
feare
her
freakes
and
sicklenesse
,
Accompting
stil
the
higher
they
ascend
:
More
nigh
to
be
to
Daunger
in
the
end
.
And
that
vayne
trust
in
bloud
or
royall
race
.
Aouse
them
not
with
carelesse
assuraunce
To
trust
Fortune
,
but
waying
wel
my
case
,
When
she
most
smyleth
to
haue
in
remembraunce
my
soden
fall
,
who
in
al
apparaunce
:
Hauing
most
stayes
,
which
man
in
state
mainteine
,
Haue
found
the
same
vntrustie
and
most
vayne
.
Better
then
I
,
none
may
the
same
affirme
,
Who
trusting
all
in
height
of
high
estate
,
Led
by
the
eares
with
false
flatteries
chyrme
,
Which
neuer
Prince
could
banishe
from
his
gate
,
Did
little
thinke
on
such
a
sodein
mate
,
Not
heeding
,
lesse
dreeding
,
al
vnaware
,
By
foes
least
feared
,
was
trapt
into
a
snare
.
If
noble
byrth
or
high
authoritie
Nomber
of
Frendes
,
kindred
,
or
alliaunce
,
If
wisedome
,
learning
,
or
worldly
pollicye
Mought
haue
beene
stayers
to
Fortunes
variaunce
,
None
stoode
more
strong
,
in
worldly
countenaunce
,
For
al
these
helpes
had
I
to
auayle
mee
,
And
yet
in
fyne
,
al
the
same
did
fayle
mee
.
Of
King
Henry
the
fourth
,
fourth
sonne
I
was
Brother
to
Henry
,
the
fyft
of
that
name
,
And
vncle
to
Henry
the
sixt
,
but
alas
,
What
cause
had
I
to
presume
on
the
same
?
Or
for
vayne
glorye
,
aduauncing
my
fame
My selfe
to
cal
in
recordes
,
and
wrytinges
,
The
sonne
,
brother
,
and
vncle
vnto
kinges
.
This
was
my
boast
,
which
lastly
was
my
bane
,
Yet
not
this
boast
,
was
it
that
brought
mee
downe
The
verye
use
,
which
made
my
weale
to
wane
So
neere
of
Kin
that
I
was
to
the
Crowne
,
That
was
the
Rocke
that
made
my
Ship
to
drowne
.
A
rule
there
is
not
faylinge
,
but
most
sure
Kingdome
,
no
kyn
doth
know
,
ne
can
indure
.
For
after
my
Brother
the
fyft
Henry
Wan
by
Conquest
the
Royall
Realme
of
Fraunce
,
And
of
two
Kingdomes
made
one
Monarchy
Before
his
death
,
for
better
obeysaunce
.
To
his
younge
Sonne
,
not
ripe
to
gouernaunce
Protector
of
England
I
was
by
Testament
,
And
Ihon
my
Brother
,
in
Fraunce
made
Regent
.
To
whom
if
God
had
lent
a
longer
life
,
Our
house
to
haue
kept
from
stormes
of
inward
strife
Or
it
had
beene
the
Lorde
Almighties
will
Plantagenettes
name
in
State
had
standen
still
But
deadly
discord
which
Kingdomes
great
doth
spill
Bred
by
desire
of
high
Dominacion
,
Brought
our
whole
house
to
playde
desolation
.
It
is
for
trowth
in
an
History
Founde
That
Henry
Plantagenet
fyrst
of
our
name
Who
called
was
,
Kinge
Henry
the
seconde
Sonne
of
Dame
Mawde
,
the
Empresse
of
High
Fame
Would
oft
report
,
that
his
Auncient
Grandame
Though
seeminge
in
Shape
,
a
Woman
naturall
,
Was
a
Feende
of
the
Kinde
that
(
Succubae
)
some
call
.
Which
olde
fable
,
so
longe
time
tolde
before
When
this
Kinges
sonnes
against
him
did
rebell
:
Hee
cald
to
minde
,
and
beinge
greeued
sore
.
Loe
!
now
(
quoth
hee
)
I
see
and
proue
full
well
The
Story
true
,
which
folke
of
old
did
tell
That
from
the
deuill
descended
all
our
race
,
And
now
my
children
,
do
verefy
the
case
.
Whereof
to
leaue
a
longe
memoriall
,
In
minde
of
man
euermore
to
rest
A
Picture
hee
made
and
hong
it
in
his
Hall
,
Of
a
Pellicane
sittinge
on
his
Nest
.
Wyth
foure
yonge
Byrdes
,
three
peckinge
at
his
brest
Wyth
bloudy
Beakes
,
and
further
did
deuise
The
yongest
Byrde
,
to
pecke
the
fathers
eyes
.
Meaninge
hereby
,
his
rebell
children
three
Henry
,
and
Richard
who
bet
him
on
the
brest
:
Ieffrey
only
,
from
that
offence
was
free
)
Henry
died
of
Englandes
,
Crowne
possest
:
Richard
liued
his
father
to
molest
,
Iohn
the
yongest
peckt
still
his
fathers
eye
Whose
deedes
vnkinde
,
the
sooner
made
hym
dye
.
This
kinge
(
some
wryte
)
in
his
sicknesse
last
Sayde
,
as
it
were
by
way
of
Prophecy
How
that
the
Deuill
,
a
Darnell
grayne
had
cast
Amonge
his
Kin
to
encrease
enmity
,
Which
should
remayne
in
their
Posterity
,
Till
mischiefe
,
and
murder
had
spent
them
all
Not
leauinge
one
to
pisse
agaynst
the
wall
.
And
yet
from
him
in
order
did
succede
In
England
here
of
crowned
kinges
fourtene
Of
that
surname
,
and
of
that
lyne
and
seede
,
With
Dukes
and
Earles
,
and
many
a
noble
Queene
,
The
number
such
as
al
the
world
would
weene
So
many
ympes
could
neuer
so
be
spent
,
But
some
heire
Male
,
should
be
of
that
discent
.
Which
to
be
true
if
any
stand
in
doubt
,
Because
I
meane
not
further
to
digresse
,
Let
him
peruse
the
stories
throughout
Of
English
kinges
,
whom
practise
did
oppresse
,
And
he
shal
fynde
the
cause
of
their
distresse
From
first
to
last
,
vnkindly
to
beginne
,
Alwayes
by
those
that
next
were
of
the
kynne
.
Was
not
Richard
,
of
whom
I
spake
before
,
A
rebel
playne
vntil
his
father
dyed
,
And
Iohn
likewise
an
Enmie
euermore
To
Richard
againe
,
and
for
a
rebel
tryed
?
After
whose
death
,
it
cannot
be
denyed
,
Against
all
right
this
Iohn
most
cruellye
His
brothers
children
caused
for
to
dye
.
Arthur
and
Isabell
(
I
meane
)
that
were
Geffreyes
children
,
then
Duke
of
Britaine
Henries
third
sonne
,
by
one
degree
more
neere
,
Then
was
this
Iohn
,
as
stories
shew
most
playne
,
Which
two
children
were
famisht
or
els
slayne
,
By
Iohn
their
Eame
cald
Saunzterre
by
name
,
Of
whose
fowle
act
,
al
countries
speake
great
shame
.
Edward
,
and
Richard
,
second
both
by
name
Kinges
of
this
land
,
fel
downe
by
fatall
fate
What
was
the
cause
,
that
princes
of
such
fame
,
Did
leese
at
last
their
honour
,
life
,
and
state
?
Nothing
at
all
,
but
discord
and
debate
,
Which
when
it
haps
in
kindred
or
in
bloud
,
Erynnis
rage
was
neuer
halfe
so
wood
.
Be
sure
therfore
ye
kinges
and
princes
all
That
concorde
in
kingdomes
is
chiefe
assuraunce
,
And
that
your
families
do
neuer
fall
,
But
where
discord
doth
leade
the
doubtful
daunce
With
busie
brawles
and
turnes
of
variaunce
,
Where
mallice
is
Minstrel
,
the
pype
ill
report
,
The
Maske
mischiefe
,
and
so
endes
the
sport
,
But
now
to
come
to
my
purpose
againe
,
Whilst
I●my
charge
applied
in
England
,
My
brother
in
Fraunce
long
time
did
remaine
,
Cardinal
Beauford
tooke
proudly
in
hand
,
In
causes
publique
against
me
to
stand
,
Who
of
great
mallice
so
much
as
he
might
Sought
in
al
thinges
to
do
mee
dispight
.
Which
proude
prelate
to
me
was
bastard
Eame
,
Sonne
to
Duke
Iohn
of
Gaunt
as
they
did
fayne
,
Who
beeing
made
high
Chauncellour
of
the
Realme
,
Not
like
a
Priest
,
but
like
a
prince
did
reigne
,
Nothing
wanting
which
might
his
pride
mainteine
,
Bishop
besides
of
Winchester
he
was
,
And
Cardinall
of
Rome
which
Angels
brought
to
passe
.
Not
Gods
Aungels
,
but
Angels
of
old
Gold
,
Lyfe
him
aloft
in
whom
no
cause
there
was
By
iust
desert
,
so
high
to
be
extold
,
(
Ryches
except
)
where
by
this
Golden
asse
,
At
home
and
abroade
al
matters
brought
to
passe
,
Namely
at
Rome
,
hauing
no
meane
but
that
To
purchase
there
his
crimzin
Cardinal
hat
.
Which
thing
the
king
my
father
him
forbad
Playnly
saying
,
that
he
could
not
abide
,
Within
his
realme
a
subiect
to
be
had
His
Princes
peere
,
yet
such
was
this
mans
pride
,
That
he
forthwith
after
my
father
dyed
,
(
The
King
then
young
)
obteyned
of
the
Pope
,
That
honour
high
,
which
erst
he
could
not
hope
.
Whose
proude
attemptes
because
that
I
with
stoode
,
My
bounden
dutie
the
better
to
acquite
,
This
holy
father
waxed
welnere
wood
,
Of
meere
malice
deuising
day
and
night
,
To
worke
to
me
dishonour
and
dispite
,
Whereby
there
fel
betweene
vs
such
a
Iarre
,
As
in
this
land
was
like
a
ciuil
warre
.
My
brother
Iohn
which
lay
this
while
in
Fraunce
,
Heardof
this
hurle
,
and
past
the
seas
in
hast
,
By
whose
traueil
this
troublesome
distaunce
,
Ceassed
a
while
,
but
nethelesse
in
wast
:
For
rooted
hate
wil
hardly
be
displast
Out
of
hyghe
hartes
,
and
namely
where
debate
,
Happeneth
amongst
great
persons
of
estate
,
For
like
as
a
match
deth
lye
and
smolder
,
Long
time
before
it
commeth
to
the
trayne
.
But
yet
when
fyre
hath
caught
in
the
poulder
,
No
arte
is
able
,
the
flames
to
restrayne
:
Euen
so
the
sparkes
of
enuye
and
disdayne
,
Out
of
the
smoke
burst
foorth
in
such
a
flame
,
That
Fraunce
and
England
yet
may
rue
the
same
.
So
when
of
two
realmes
the
regiment
royal
,
Betwene
brothers
was
parced
equallye
,
One
placed
in
Fraunce
for
affayres
Martiall
,
And
I
at
home
for
ciuil
pollicie
:
To
serue
the
state
,
we
both
did
so
applie
,
As
honour
and
fame
to
both
did
encrease
,
To
him
for
the
warre
,
to
me
for
the
peace
.
Whence
enuye
sprang
,
and
specially
because
This
proude
prelate
could
not
abyde
a
Peere
,
Within
the
land
to
rule
the
state
by
lawes
,
Wherfore
lifting
my
lyfe
and
actes
most
neere
,
He
neuer
ceast
,
vntil
as
you
shal
beare
,
By
practise
foule
of
him
and
his
allies
,
My
death
was
wrought
in
most
vnworthy
wise
.
And
fyrst
he
sought
my
doinges
to
defame
,
By
rumours
false
,
which
hee
and
his
did
sowe
Letters
and
hylles
to
my
reproch
and
shame
He
did
deuise
,
and
al
about
bestow
,
Whereby
my
troch
in
doubt
should
dayly
agow
,
In
England
fyrst
and
afterward
in
Fraunce
,
Mouing
al
meanes
to
bring
me
to
mischaunce
.
One
quarel
was
,
that
where
by
common
law
Murder
and
theft
beene
punisht
all
alike
,
So
as
manslears
,
which
bloudy
blades
do
drawe
,
Suffer
no
more
,
then
he
that
doth
but
pike
,
Me
thought
the
same
no
order
politike
,
In
setting
paynes
to
make
no
difference
,
Betweene
the
lesser
and
greater
offence
.
I
beeing
seene
somwhat
in
ciuil
law
,
The
rules
thereof
reputed
muche
better
,
Wherfore
to
keepe
,
offenders
more
in
awe
,
Like
as
the
fault
was
smaller
or
greater
,
So
set
I
paynes
more
easier
or
bitter
,
Waying
the
qualitie
of
euerye
offence
,
And
so
according
pronounced
sentence
,
Amongst
my
other
Delicta
Iuuentutis
,
Whilst
rage
of
youth
my
reason
did
subdue
,
I
must
confesse
as
the
very
truth
is
,
Driuen
by
desire
,
fond
fancies
to
ensue
,
A
thing
I
did
,
whereof
great
trouble
grew
,
Abusing
one
to
my
no
small
rebuke
,
Which
wife
was
than
to
Iohn
of
Brabant
Duke
.
Called
she
was
Lady
Iaquet
the
fayre
,
Delightful
in
loue
like
Helene
of
Troye
:
To
the
Duke
of
Bauier
sole
daughter
and
heire
,
Her
did
I
marrye
to
my
great
annoy
Yet
for
a
tyme
,
this
dame
I
did
enioye
,
With
her
whole
landes
,
witholding
them
by
force
,
Til
,
Martin
the
Pope
,
betwene
vs
made
diuorce
.
Yet
all
these
blastes
not
hable
were
to
moue
The
anchor
strong
,
whereby
my
ship
did
stay
,
Some
other
shift
to
seeke
him
did
behoue
,
Whereto
ere
long
il
fortune
made
the
way
,
Which
fynally
was
cause
of
my
decay
And
cruel
death
,
contriued
by
my
foes
,
Which
fel
out
thus
,
as
now
I
shal
disclose
.
Elianor
my
wife
,
my
Dutches
only
deare
,
I
know
not
how
but
as
the
nature
is
Of
women
al
,
aye
carious
to
enquiere
Of
thinges
to
came
(
though
I
confesse
in
this
Her
fault
not
small
)
and
that
shee
did
an
isse
,
By
wytches
skill
,
which
sorcery
some
call
,
Would
know
of
thinges
which
after
should
befall
.
And
for
that
cause
made
her selfe
acquainted
With
mother
Madge
,
called
the
wytch
of
Eye
,
And
with
a
Clerke
that
after
was
attaited
,
Bolenbroke
he
hight
,
that
learned
was
that
way
,
With
other
moe
,
which
famous
were
that
daye
,
Aswel
in
Science
,
called
Mathematicall
,
As
also
in
magicke
and
skil
supernatural
These
cunning
folkes
she
set
on
worke
to
know
,
The
time
how
long
the
king
should
liue
and
raigne
,
Same
by
the
Starres
,
and
some
by
deuils
below
,
Some
by
witchcraft
sought
knowledge
to
attayne
,
With
like
fancies
,
friuolous
fond
and
vayne
,
Whereof
though
I
knew
least
of
any
man
,
Yet
by
that
meane
my
mischiefe
first
began
.
Yet
besides
this
there
was
a
greater
thing
,
How
she
in
waxe
by
counsel
of
the
witch
,
An
Image
made
,
crowned
like
a
king
,
With
sword
in
hand
,
in
shape
and
likenesse
syche
As
was
the
kinge
,
which
dayly
they
did
pytch
Against
a
fyre
,
that
as
the
waxe
did
melt
,
So
should
his
lyfe
consume
away
vnfelt
.
My
Dutchesse
thus
,
accused
of
this
cryme
,
As
she
that
should
such
practise
first
beginne
,
My
part
was
then
to
yeld
vnto
the
time
,
Geeuing
her
leaue
,
to
deale
alone
therein
And
since
the
cause
concerned
deadly
synne
,
Which
to
the
clergie
onely
doth
perteine
,
To
deale
therein
I
plainly
did
refrayne
.
And
suffered
them
her
person
to
ascite
Into
their
Courtes
,
to
aunswere
and
appeare
,
Which
to
my
hart
was
sure
the
greatest
spight
,
That
cauld
be
wrought
,
and
touched
me
most
neare
,
To
see
my
wife
,
and
lady
leefe
and
deare
,
To
my
reproche
,
and
plaine
before
my
face
,
Entreated
se
,
as
one
of
sorte
most
base
.
The
clergie
then
examining
her
cause
,
Conuinced
her
,
as
guiltie
in
the
same
,
And
sentence
gaue
according
to
their
lawes
,
That
she
and
they
whom
I
before
did
name
Should
suffer
death
,
or
els
some
open
shame
:
Of
which
penaunce
my
wife
by
sentence
had
To
suffer
shame
of
both
the
two
,
more
bad
.
And
fyrst
she
must
by
dayes
together
three
,
Through
London
streetes
passe
a
,
along
in
sight
Bare
legde
and
barefoote
,
that
al
the
world
might
see
,
Bearing
in
hand
a
burning
taper
bright
,
And
not
content
,
with
this
extreeme
despight
,
To
worke
mee
wo
,
in
al
they
may
or
can
,
Exilde
she
was
into
the
Ile
of
Man
.
This
haynous
crime
and
open
worldly
shame
,
With
such
rigour
shewed
vnto
my
wife
,
Was
a
fyne
fetch
further
thinges
to
frame
,
And
nothing
els
,
but
a
preparatiue
First
from
office
,
and
fynally
from
lyfe
,
Me
to
depriue
,
and
so
passing
further
,
What
law
could
not
,
to
execute
by
murther
.
Which
by
slye
driftes
,
and
wyndlaces
aloofe
,
They
brought
about
,
perswading
first
the
Queene
,
That
in
effect
it
was
the
kinges
reproofe
,
And
hers
also
,
to
be
exempted
cleane
,
From
princely
rule
,
or
that
it
should
be
seene
A
king
of
yeares
,
stil
gouerned
to
bee
Lyke
a
Pupil
,
that
nothing
could
forsee
.
The
daunger
more
considering
the
king
Was
without
childe
,
I
being
his
next
heire
,
To
rule
the
realme
,
as
Prince
in
euery
thing
Without
restraint
,
and
al
the
sway
to
beare
With
Peoples
loue
,
whereby
it
was
to
feare
That
my
hault
hart
,
vnbrideled
in
desire
,
Time
would
preuent
,
and
to
the
crowne
aspire
,
These
with
such
like
,
were
put
into
her
head
,
Who
of
her selfe
,
was
thereto
sone
enclinde
,
Other
there
were
,
that
this
it
humour
fed
,
To
neither
part
,
which
had
good
wil
or
minde
,
The
Duke
of
Yorke
,
our
cousin
most
vnkinde
,
Who
keeping
close
a
tytle
to
the
crowne
,
Lancasters
house
did
labour
to
pul
oowne
.
The
stay
whereof
he
tooke
to
stand
in
mee
,
Seeing
the
king
of
courage
nothing
stout
,
Neither
of
wit
great
peril
to
foresee
,
So
for
purpose
,
if
he
could
bring
about
Mee
to
displace
,
then
did
he
little
doubt
To
gayne
the
Goale
,
for
which
he
droue
the
ball
,
The
crowne
I
meane
to
catch
ere
it
should
fall
This
hope
made
him
against
me
to
conspyre
With
those
which
foes
were
to
ech
other
●ate
,
The
Queene
old
weene
,
to
win
her
whole
desire
Which
was
to
rule
,
the
king
and
al
the
state
If
I
were
ryd
,
whom
therfore
shee
did
hate
:
Forecasting
not
,
when
that
was
brought
to
passe
,
How
weake
of
frendes
,
the
King
her
husband
was
.
The
Dukes
two
,
of
Excester
,
and
Buckingham
,
With
the
Marquise
Dorset
therein
did
agree
,
But
namely
the
Marquise
of
Suffolke
William
,
Contriuer
chiefe
of
this
conspiracie
,
With
other
mo
,
that
sate
stil
and
did
see
,
Their
mortal
foes
on
me
to
whet
their
knives
,
Which
turnde
at
last
to
losse
of
all
their
lyues
.
But
vayne
desire
of
soueraintie
and
rule
,
Which
otherwise
(
Ambition
)
hath
to
name
,
So
stirde
the
Queene
that
wilful
as
a
Mule
,
Headlong
she
runnes
,
from
smoke
into
the
flame
,
Driuing
a
drife
,
which
after
did
so
frame
,
As
shee
,
the
King
,
with
all
their
lyne
and
race
,
Depriued
were
of
honour
,
lyfe
,
and
place
.
So
for
purpose
she
thought
it
very
good
,
With
former
foes
,
in
frendship
to
confeder
,
The
Duke
of
Yorke
,
and
other
of
his
bloud
,
With
Neuils
all
,
knyt
were
then
together
.
And
Delapoole
,
frend
afore
to
neither
:
The
Cardinal
also
,
came
within
this
list
,
As
Herode
and
Pylate
,
to
iudge
Iesu
Christ
.
This
cursed
league
▪
to
late
discouered
was
By
Bayardes
blinde
,
that
lincked
in
the
line
,
The
Queene
and
Cardinal
brought
it
so
to
passe
,
With
Marquise
Suffolke
maister
of
this
myne
,
Whose
il
aduise
,
was
counted
very
fyne
,
With
other
moe
which
fynely
could
disguise
,
With
false
visours
my
mischiefe
to
deuise
,
Concluding
thus
they
point
without
delay
Parliament
to
hold
,
in
some
vnhaunted
place
,
Far
from
London
,
out
of
the
common
way
,
Where
fewor
none
should
vnderstand
the
case
,
But
whom
the
Queene
and
Cardinal
did
embrace
,
And
so
for
place
they
chose
Saint
Edmondesburye
Synce
when
(
some
say
)
England
was
neuer
merye
.
Somens
was
sent
,
this
companie
to
call
,
Which
made
me
mose
,
that
in
so
great
a
case
,
I
should
no
whyt
of
counsel
be
at
all
,
Who
yet
had
rule
,
and
next
the
king
in
place
,
Me
thought
nothing
,
my
state
could
more
disgrace
,
Then
to
beare
name
,
and
in
effect
to
bee
.
A
Cypher
in
Alg●●m
,
as
al
men
mought
see
.
And
though
iust
cause
I
had
for
to
suspect
,
The
tyme
and
place
appointed
by
my
foes
,
And
that
my
frendes
most
plainlye
did
detect
,
The
subtil
traine
,
and
practise
of
al
those
,
Which
against
mee
,
great
treasons
did
suppose
,
Yet
trust
of
truth
with
a
conscience
cleare
,
Gaue
me
good
hart
,
in
that
place
to
appeare
.
Vpon
which
trust
with
more
hast
then
good
speede
,
Forward
I
went
to
that
vnluckye
place
,
Dutie
to
show
,
and
no
whit
was
in
dreade
Of
any
trayne
,
but
bold
to
shew
my
face
,
As
a
true
man
yet
so
fel
out
the
case
,
That
after
traueyle
,
seeking
for
repose
,
An
armed
hand
,
my
lodging
did
enclose
.
The
Vicount
Beaumount
,
who
for
the
time
supplied
,
The
office
of
high
Conestable
of
the
Land
Was
with
the
Queene
and
Cardinall
allied
,
By
whose
support
,
he
stoutlye
tooke
in
hand
,
My
lodginge
to
enter
with
an
armed
hand
And
for
high
treason
,
my
person
did
arest
,
And
layed
me
that
night
,
where
him
seemed
best
Then
shaking
and
quaking
,
for
dread
of
a
Dreame
,
Halfe
waked
al
naked
in
bed
as
I
say
,
What
tyme
strake
the
chime
of
mine
hower
extreame
,
Opprest
was
my
rest
with
mortal
affray
,
My
foes
did
vnclose
,
I
know
not
which
way
My
chamber
dores
,
and
boldly
they
in
brake
,
And
had
me
fast
before
I
could
awake
.
Thou
lookest
now
,
that
of
my
secret
murther
,
I
should
at
large
the
maner
how
declare
,
I
pray
thee
Baldwin
,
aske
of
me
no
further
,
For
speaking
playne
,
it
came
so
at
vnware
,
As
I
my selfe
,
which
caught
was
in
the
snare
,
Scarcely
am
able
the
circumstaunce
to
shew
,
Which
was
kept
close
,
and
knowen
but
vnto
few
.
But
be
thou
sure
by
violence
it
was
,
And
●o
whit
bred
by
sickenesse
or
disease
,
That
felt
it
well
before
my
life
did
passe
,
For
when
these
wolues
,
my
bodie
once
did
cease
,
Vsed
I
was
,
but
smally
to
myne
ease
:
With
tormentes
strong
,
which
went
so
nerethe
quicke
,
As
made
me
dye
before
that
I
was
sicke
.
A
Palsey
(
they
sayd
)
my
vital
sprites
opprest
,
Bred
by
excesse
of
melancholie
blacke
,
This
for
excuse
to
lay
,
them
seemed
best
,
Least
my
true
frendes
the
cause
might
further
racke
,
And
so
perhaps
discouer
the
whoole
packe
,
Of
the
conspyrers
,
whom
they
might
wel
suspect
,
For
causes
great
,
which
after
tooke
effect
.
Dead
was
I
found
,
by
such
as
best
did
know
,
The
maner
how
the
same
was
brought
to
passe
.
And
than
my
corps
,
was
set
out
for
a
show
,
By
view
whereof
,
nothing
perceiued
was
:
Whereby
the
world
may
see
as
in
a
glasse
,
The
vnsure
state
,
of
them
that
stand
most
hye
,
Which
than
bread
least
,
when
daunger
is
most
nye
.
And
also
see
,
what
daunger
they
lyu●
in
,
Which
next
their
king
are
to
succede
in
place
:
Since
kinges
most
parte
,
be
Ielous
of
their
kynne
,
Whom
I
aduise
,
fore warned
by
my
case
,
To
beare
low
sayle
,
and
not
to
much
embrace
,
The
peoples
loue
:
for
as
Senec
sayth
trulye
:
O
quam
funestus
est
fauor
populi
.
FINIS
.
G.
F.
THe
good
Duke
hauing
ended
his
wof●ll
tragedye
,
after
much
talke
had
concerning
discention
among
these
that
be
magistrates
,
good
Lord
(
quoth
one
)
what
mischief
and
destruction
doth
priuye
grudge
and
mallice
,
rayse
among
all
sortes
of
people
,
both
hye
and
low
?
but
especiallye
among
Magistrat●●s
b●●ng
the
head
and
guyde
of
the
Common
wealth
:
for
what
mischiefe
did
the
discention
betweene
these
two
persons
(
being
both
of
high
estate
)
bring
afterward
to
both
the
realmes
:
yea
and
the
vtter
ruine
of
most
part
of
them
that
were
the
chiefe
workers
of
this
Dukes
death
,
you
saye
troth
(
quoth
I
)
and
now
for
that
,
it
I
may
craue
your
pacience
awhile
,
you
shal
heare
what
I
haue
noted
in
the
Duke
of
Suffolkes
doinges
,
one
of
the
chiefe
procurours
of
Duke
Humfreyes
destruction
,
who
by
the
prouidence
of
God
came
shortly
after
in
such
hatred
of
the
people
,
that
the
king
himselfe
could
not
saue
him
from
a
straunge
and
notable
death
.
For
beeing
banisht
the
realme
for
the
terme
of
fyue
yeares
,
to
apprase
the
continual
rumours
and
inward
grudges
,
that
not
onely
the
commons
,
but
most
part
of
the
nobilitie
of
England
,
bare
towardes
him
for
the
death
of
the
sayde
Duke
,
he
saylinge
towardes
Fraunce
was
met
with
a
shippe
of
Deuonshire
,
and
beheaded
forthwith
the
fyrst
day
of
Maye
,
Anno
1450.
And
the
dead
corps
throwen
vp
at
Douer
vpon
the
sandes
,
which
may
lament
his
death
after
this
maner
.
HOWE
WILLIAM
DELApoole
Duke
of
Suffolke
was
worthelye
banished
for
abusing
his
kinge
,
and
procuringe
the
death
of
Duke
Humfrey
of
Glocester
,
protector
of
England
.
Anno.
1450.
HEauye
is
the
hap
whereto
all
men
be
bound
,
I
meane
the
death
,
which
no
estate
may
flye
:
But
to
be
banisht
,
beheaded
and
than
dround
,
In
sincke
of
shame
from
top
of
honours
hye
,
Was
neuer
man
,
so
seru'd
I
thinke
but
I
,
Wherfore
good
Baldwin
amongst
the
rest
by
right
,
I
clayme
of
thee
my
woful
case
to
wryte
.
My
onely
lyfe
in
all
ponintes
may
suffice
,
To
shew
how
base
al
baytes
of
Fortune
be
,
Which
thawe
lyke
Ise
,
through
heate
of
enuies
eyes
:
Or
vicious
deedes
which
much
possessed
mee
:
Good
hap
with
vice
,
long
tyme
cannot
agree
,
Which
bring
best
Fortunes
to
the
basest
fall
,
And
happiest
hap
,
to
enuy
to
be
thrall
.
Called
I
was
William
Delapoole
,
Of
Suffolke
Duke
in
Queene
Margarets
dayes
,
That
found
the
meane
Duke
Humfreyes
bloud
to
coole
,
Whose
worthy
acts
deserue
eternal
prayse
,
Whereby
I
note
that
Fortune
cannot
rayse
Any
one
al
oft
,
without
some
others
wracke
,
Fluds
drowne
no
fieldes
,
before
they
fynde
a
bracke
.
But
as
the
waters
which
do
breake
the
walles
Do
lose
their
course
,
they
had
within
the
shore
,
And
daylye
rotting
stincke
within
their
stalles
,
For
faule
of
mouing
which
they
found
before
:
Euen
so
the
state
that
ouer
high
is
bore
,
Doth
loose
the
lyfe
of
Peoples
loue
it
had
,
And
rotts
it selfe
vntil
it
fall
to
bad
.
For
while
I
was
but
Earle
,
ech
man
was
glad
,
To
saye
and
do
the
best
by
me
they
might
:
And
Fortune
euer
since
I
was
a
lad
,
Did
smyle
vpon
me
with
a
cherefull
sight
,
For
whan
my
king
had
dubbed
me
a
knight
,
And
sent
me
foorth
to
serue
at
warre
in
Fraunce
,
My
luckye
speede
myne
honour
did
enhaunce
.
Where
,
to
omit
the
many
feates
I
wrought
Vnder
others
guyde
,
I
doe
remember
one
,
Which
with
my
souldiers
valiauntly
was
fought
,
None
other
Capitayne
saue
my selfe
alone
,
I
meane
not
now
the
apprinze
of
Pucel
Ione
In
which
attempt
my
trauayle
was
not
small
,
Though
the
Duke
of
Bourbon
had
the
prayse
of
al.
But
the
siege
of
Awmarle
is
the
feate
I
prayse
,
A
strong
built
town
,
with
castles
,
walles
,
&
vaultes
,
With
men
and
weapon
armde
at
all
assayes
:
To
which
I
gaue
nigh
fyue
times
fiue
assaultes
,
Til
at
the
last
they
yelded
it
for
naughts
,
Yet
Lord
Ramburs
like
a
valiaunt
knight
,
Defended
it
as
long
as
ere
he
might
But
what
preuayled
it
these
Townes
to
win
,
Which
shortly
after
must
be
lost
agayne
?
Whereby
I
see
there
is
more
glory
in
The
keepinge
thinges
than
is
in
their
attayne
:
To
get
and
keepe
not
,
is
but
losse
of
payne
.
Therefore
ought
men
prouide
to
saue
their
winninges
In
all
attemptes
,
els
lose
they
their
beginninges
.
Because
we
could
not
keepe
the
Townes
wee
won
,
For
they
were
more
than
we
might
easely
wyeld
One
yeare
vndid
what
wee
in
ten
had
don
:
For
enuy
at
home
,
and
treason
abroade
,
did
yelde
Kinge
Charles
his
realme
of
Fraunce
,
made
barrain
field
:
For
bloudy
warres
had
wasted
all
encrease
,
Which
causde
the
Pope
helpe
pouerty
sue
for
peace
.
So
that
in
Tourayn
,
at
the
towne
of
Toures
Duke
Charles
,
and
other
for
their
Prince
appered
,
So
did
Lord
Rosse
,
and
I
than
Earle
,
for
oures
:
And
whan
we
shewed
wherein
ech
other
dered
,
We
sought
out
meanes
al
Quarels
to
haue
clered
,
Wherein
the
Lordes
of
Germany
,
of
Spayne
,
Of
Hungary
,
and
Denmarke
,
tooke
exceedinge
payne
.
But
sith
wee
coulde
no
finall
peace
induce
,
For
neyther
would
the
others
couenauntes
here
,
For
Eighteene
monethes
wee
did
conclude
a
truce
:
And
while
as
frendes
wee
lay
together
there
,
Because
my
Warrant
did
mee
therein
beare
,
To
make
a
perfite
peace
,
and
through
accord
,
I
sought
a
mariage
for
my
Soueraygne
Lord.
And
for
the
French
Kinges
Daughters
were
to
small
,
A
fancied
most
Dame
Margaret
his
Niece
,
A
louely
Lady
,
Bewtifull
,
and
Tall
,
Faire
spoken
,
pleasaunt
,
a
very
Princely
piece
,
In
Wit
,
and
learninge
,
matchlesse
hence
to
Greece
,
Duke
Rayners
Daughter
of
Antow
,
Kinge
by
stile
Of
Naples
,
Ierusalem
,
and
of
Scycill
Ile
.
But
ere
I
could
the
graunt
of
her
attayne
:
All
that
our
Kinge
had
of
her
fathers
landes
,
As
Mountes
the
City
,
the
county
whole
of
Mayne
,
And
most
of
A●iow
Duc●y
in
our
handes
,
I
did
release
him
by
assured
handes
.
And
as
for
Dowry
with
her
none
I
sought
,
I
thought
no
peace
could
be
to
derely
bought
.
But
whan
this
mariage
throughly
was
agreed
Although
my
kinge
were
glad
of
sutch
a
make
His
Vncle
Humfrey
abhorred
it
in
deede
,
Because
thereby
his
precontract
he
brake
,
Made
with
the
heyre
of
the
Earle
of
Arminacke
,
A
noble
Mayde
with
store
of
goods
endowed
,
Which
more
than
this
with
losse
,
the
Duke
allowed
.
But
loue
,
and
bewty
in
the
kinge
so
wrought
,
That
neither
profit
,
or
promise
hee
regarded
,
But
set
his
vncles
counsayle
still
at
nought
:
And
for
my
gaynes
,
I
highly
was
awarded
.
Thus
vertue
starues
,
but
lust
foode
must
bee
larded
,
For
I
made
Marquise
,
went
to
Fraunce
agayne
,
And
brought
this
Bryde
vnto
my
Soueraygne
.
At
whom
because
Duke
Humfrey
ay
repined
.
Calling
their
mariage
aduoutrie
(
as
it
was
)
The
Queene
did
moue
me
,
erst
thereto
enclyned
,
To
helpe
to
bring
him
to
his
Requiem
masse
,
Which
sith
it
could
for
no
crime
come
to
passe
:
His
lyfe
and
doinges
were
so
right
and
cleare
,
Through
priuy
murther
we
brought
him
to
his
Beere
.
Thus
righteousnesse
brought
Humfrey
to
rebuke
,
Because
he
should
no
wickednesse
allow
,
But
for
my
doinges
I
was
made
a
Duke
.
So
Fortune
can
both
bend
and
smoth
her
brow
On
whom
she
list
,
not
passing
why
or
how
.
O
Lord
how
high
,
how
soone
she
did
me
rayse
,
How
fast
she
fildime
both
with
prayes
and
prayse
.
The
Lordes
and
Commons
both
of
like
assent
,
Be
sought
my
soueraigne
kneeling
on
their
knees
,
To
recorde
my
doinges
in
the
Parliament
,
As
deedes
deseruing
euerlasting
fees
,
In
which
attempt
they
did
no
labour
leese
,
For
they
set
not
my
prayse
so
fast
in
flame
,
As
hee
was
redy
to
reward
the
same
.
But
note
the
end
,
my
deedes
so
worthy
deemed
Of
King
,
of
Lordes
,
and
Commons
altogether
,
Were
shortlye
after
treasons
false
esteemed
,
And
all
men
curst
Queene
Margets
comming
hyther
,
For
Charles
the
French
king
in
his
feaces
not
lither
,
Whan
we
had
rendered
Rayner
,
Maunts
,
and
Mayne
,
Found
meanes
to
wynne
al
Normandy
againe
.
This
made
the
Peopie
curse
the
mariage
,
Esteeming
it
the
cause
of
euery
losse
:
Wherfore
at
mee
with
open
mouth
they
rage
,
Affirming
me
to
haue
brought
the
realme
to
mosse●
Whan
King
and
Queene
saw
things
thus
go
a
crosse
To
quiet
al
a
Parliament
they
called
,
And
caused
mee
in
Prison
to
be
thralled
.
And
shortlye
after
brought
me
foorth
abroade
,
Which
made
the
commons
more
than
double
wood
And
some
with
weapons
would
haue
layd
on
loade
,
If
their
graund
Captaine
Blewberd
in
his
moode
,
Had
not
in
time
with
wisedome
bene
withstode
:
But
though
that
he
and
more
were
executed
,
The
people
stil
their
worst
against
me
bruted
.
And
so
applied
the
Parliament
with
Bylles
,
Of
haynous
wronges
and
open
trayterous
crimes
,
The
king
and
Queene
were
forst
against
their
willes
Fro
place
to
place
to
adiourne
it
diuers
times
.
For
Princes
power
is
like
the
sandy
slymes
,
Which
must
perforce
geeue
place
vnto
the
waue
,
Or
sue
the
windye
sourges
when
they
raue
.
Their
lyfe
was
not
more
deare
to
them
than
I
,
Which
made
them
search
al
shiftes
to
saue
me
stil
,
But
aye
my
foes
such
faultes
did
on
me
trye
,
That
to
preserue
me
from
a
worser
ill
,
The
king
was
fayue
ful
sore
against
his
wyl
:
For
fyue
yeares
space
to
send
me
in
exile
,
In
hope
to
haue
restorde
me
in
a
while
.
But
marke
howe
vengeaunce
wayteth
vpon
vice
,
To
shun
this
storme
,
in
saylinge
towardes
Fraunce
,
A
Pirates
Barke
,
that
was
of
little
price
,
Encount●ed
mee
vppon
the
Seas
by
chaunce
,
Whose
Captayne
there
tooke
mee
as
in
a
traunce
,
Let
pass
my
shippes
,
with
all
their
frait
,
and
loade
,
And
led
mee
backe
agayne
to
Douer
roade
.
Were
,
vnto
me
recountinge
all
my
faultes
,
As
murdringe
of
Duke
Humfrey
in
his
Bed
,
And
how
I
,
had
brought
all
the
Realme
to
naughtes
,
Causing
the
Kinge
vnlawfully
to
wed
,
The●e
was
no
grace
,
but
I
must
loose
my
head
,
Wherefore
he
made
me
to
shriue
me
in
his
boate
,
And
on
the
brinke
,
my
Necke
in
two
he
smoate
.
This
was
myne
ende
:
which
was
by
reason
due
To
me
,
and
sutch
as
others
deaths
procure
.
Therefore
be
bold
to
write
,
for
it
is
true
,
That
who
so
doth
sutch
practise
put
in
vre
,
Of
due
reward
at
last
shal
be
most
sure
,
For
God
is
iust
,
whose
stroke
delayed
longe
,
Doth
light
at
last
,
with
payne
more
sharpe
and
stronge
.
FINIS
.
W.
B.
WHan
this
was
sayd
:
euery
man
reiosed
to
heare
of
a
wicked
person
so
righteously
punished
:
for
though
fortune
in
many
points
be
iniurious
to
Princes
,
yet
in
this
&
sutch
lyk●
shee
is
most
righteous
:
and
only
deserueth
the
name
of
a
goddesse
,
whan
she
prouideth
meanes
to
punish
&
destroy
tyrantes
.
And
when
we
had
a
while
considered
the
driftes
of
the
Kinge
&
Queene
to
haue
saued
this
duke
:
&
yet
they
could
not
:
It
is
worth
the
labour
(
sayd
one
)
to
way
the
workes
,
&
iudgements
of
God
:
which
seinge
they
are
knowen
most
euidently
by
comparing
contraries
,
I
will
touch
the
story
of
Iacke
Cade
in
order
next
following
.
Whom
Kinge
Henry
with
all
his
puissaunce
was
no
more
able
for
a
while
to
destroy
(
yet
was
he
hys
rebellious
enemy
)
than
he
was
to
preserue
the
Duke
of
Suffolke
his
derest
frend
:
by
which
two
examples
doth
appeare
how
notably
God
disposeth
all
thinges
,
and
that
no
force
stretcheth
father
,
than
it
pleaseth
him
to
suffer
.
For
this
Cade
beinge
an
Irisheman
,
but
of
meane
parentage
,
of
no
ability
,
&
lesse
power
,
accompanied
with
a
fewe
naked
Kentish
men
,
caused
the
king
with
his
army
at
al
points
appointed
,
to
leaue
the
fielde
,
and
suffer
him
to
doe
whatsoeuer
he
lusted
for
a
tyme
,
but
in
the
ende
he
was
slaine
at
Hothfield
in
Suffer
,
and
caried
thence
to
London
in
a
Cart
,
&
there
quartered
.
In
whose
behalfe
,
seeinge
hee
is
one
of
Fortunes
Whelpes
,
I
will
trouble
you
a
while
to
heare
the
processe
of
his
enterprise
,
which
hee
may
declare
in
maner
followinge
.
HOW
IACKE
CADE
NAminge
himselfe
Mortimer
,
trayterously
rebellinge
agaynst
his
Kinge
in
Iune
.
Anno.
1450.
was
for
his
treasons
,
and
cruell
doinges
worthely
punished
.
SHall
I
call
it
Fortune
or
my
frowardfolly
,
That
lifte
mee
vp
,
and
layd
mee
downe
belowe
?
Or
was
it
Courage
,
that
made
me
so
Ioly
.
Or
strength
of
stars
,
with
make
men
high
to
growe
?
What
euer
it
were
this
one
poynct
suer
I
know
,
Which
shal
be
meete
for
euery
man
to
marke
.
Our
lust
and
willes
,
our
euils
chiefly
warke
.
It
may
be
well
that
planets
do
encline
,
And
our
complexions
moue
our
mindes
to
ill
,
But
sutch
is
reason
,
that
they
bringe
to
fine
No
worke
vnayded
of
our
lust
,
and
will
:
For
Heauen
,
and
Earth
are
subiect
both
to
skill
.
The
skyll
of
God
ruleth
all
it
is
so
stronge
,
Man
may
by
skill
guyde
thinges
that
to
him
longe
.
Though
lust
be
sturdy
,
and
will
enclinde
to
nought
,
This
forst
by
mixture
that
by
Heauens
course
,
Yet
through
the
skill
,
God
hath
in
reason
wrought
And
geuen
man
,
no
lust
nor
will
to
course
,
But
may
be
stayed
,
or
swaged
of
the
sourse
,
So
that
it
shall
in
nothing
force
the
mynde
:
To
worke
our
wo
,
or
leaue
the
proper
kynde
.
But
though
this
skill
bee
geuen
to
euery
man
To
rule
the
will
,
and
kepe
the
minde
aloft
,
For
●acke
of
grace
full
fewe
vse
it
can
.
These
wordly
pleasures
tickle
vs
so
oft
:
Skull
is
not
weake
,
but
will
strong
,
flesh
is
soft
And
yeldes
it selfe
to
pleasure
that
it
loue
to
.
And
●ales
the
mynde
to
that
it
most
reproueth
.
Now
if
this
hap
whereby
we
yelde
our
mynde
To
lust
,
and
will
,
be
Fortune
as
we
name
her
,
Than
is
she
iustly
called
false
,
and
blinde
,
And
no
reproch
can
be
to
mutch
to
blame
her
:
Yet
is
the
shame
our
owne
when
so
we
shame
her
,
For
s●er
this
hap
if
it
be
rightly
known
,
Commeth
of
our selues
,
and
so
the
blame
our
own
.
For
who
so
liueth
in
the
Schole
of
skill
,
And
med●eth
not
with
any
worlds
affaires
,
Forsaketh
Pompes
,
and
honours
,
that
do
spill
The
mindes
recourse
to
Graces
quiet
st●yres
,
His
state
no
Fortune
by
no
meane
a●payres
:
For
Fortune
is
the
folly
,
and
plague
of
those
Which
to
the
World
their
wretched
willes
dispose
.
Amonge
which
Fooles
(
marke
Baldwyn
)
I
am
one
,
That
would
not
stay
my selfe
in
mine
estate
.
I
thought
to
rule
,
but
would
obay
to
none
,
Wherefore
I
thought
to
be
my
Princes
mate
,
And
by
some
meane
his
power
to
abate
,
And
for
that
ends
,
Mortimer
would
be
nam'de
,
Heyre
apparant
,
of
England
once
proclaym'de
.
This
shift
I
vsed
the
people
to
perswade
To
leaue
their
Prince
,
and
on
my
syde
to
sticke
.
Whereas
in
deede
,
my
fathers
name
was
Cade
.
Whose
noble
stocke
was
neuer
worth
a
sticke
.
But
touching
wit
I
was
both
rype
and
quicke
.
Had
strength
of
Luns
,
large
stature
,
comely
face
,
Which
made
men
wene
my
lignage
were
not
base
.
And
seeing
stoutnesse
stucke
by
men
in
Kent
,
Whose
valiaunt
hartes
refuse
none
enterprise
,
With
false
perswasions
straite
to
them
I
went
,
And
saye
they
suffred
too
great
iniuries
:
By
meane
where
of
I
caused
them
to
ryse
,
And
Battaile
wise
to
come
to
Blackheath
playne
,
And
thence
their
griefes
vnto
the
king
complayne
.
Who
being
deafe
(
as
men
say
)
on
that
eare
For
we
desired
release
of
subsedies
,
Refused
roughly
our
requestes
to
heare
,
And
came
against
vs
as
our
enemies
:
But
we
to
tary
sought
our
subtilities
,
Remoued
our
campe
,
and
backe
to
Senocke
went
,
After
whom
the
Staffordes
with
their
power
wa●●●
See
here
how
Fortune
setting
vs
aflote
,
Brought
to
our
nets
a
Porcion
of
our
pray
.
For
why
the
Sea
ordes
with
their
armie
hote
,
Assailed
vs
at
Senocke
where
we
laye
:
From
whence
aliue
they
parted
not
awaye
,
Which
w●an
the
kinges
retinue
vnderstoode
,
They
all
affirmde
my
quarel
to
be
good
.
Which
caused
the
King
and
Queene
whom
all
did
hate
,
To
rayse
their
Campe
,
and
sodenly
depart
:
And
that
they
might
the
Peoples
grudge
abate
,
To
imprison
some
ful
sore
against
their
hart
.
Lord
Saye
was
one
,
whom
I
made
after
smart
,
For
after
Staffordes
and
their
hoast
was
slayne
,
To
Blackheath
field
I
marched
backe
agayne
.
And
where
the
King
would
nothing
heare
before
,
Now
was
he
glad
to
send
to
know
my
minde
:
And
I
thereby
enflamed
much
the
more
,
Refused
his
grauntes
so
folly
made
me
blynde
.
For
this
be
flew
,
and
left
Lord
Scales
behinde
,
To
helpe
the
towne
and
strengthen
London
tower
,
Towardes
which
I
marched
forward
with
my
power
.
And
found
there
al
thinges
at
myne
owne
desire
.
I
entred
London
did
there
what
I
list
,
The
Treasorer
,
Lord
Saye
,
I
did
conspyre
To
haue
condempned
:
whereof
whan
I
mist
,
(
For
hee
by
law
my
malice
did
resist
)
By
force
I
tooke
him
i●
Guildhal
fro
the
heape
,
And
headed
him
before
the
Crosse
in
Cheape
.
His
Sonne
in
lawe
Iames
Cromer
shriue
of
Kent
I
caught
at
Myle
end
,
whereas
then
he
laye
:
Beheaded
him
and
on
a
poale
I
sent
,
His
head
to
London
where
his
fathers
laye
.
With
these
two
heades
I
made
a
prety
play
,
For
pight
on
poales
I
bore
them
through
the
streete
,
And
for
my
sport
made
ech
kisse
other
sweete
.
Than
brake
I
Prisons
set
forth
whom
I
would
,
And
vsed
the
city
as
it
had
bin
myne
:
Tooke
from
the
Marchauntes
,
money
,
ware
,
and
gold
.
From
some
by
force
,
from
other
some
by
syne
.
This
at
the
length
did
cause
them
to
repyne
,
So
that
Lord
Scal●s
,
consentinge
with
the
Mayre
,
Forbad
vs
to
their
City
to
repayre
.
For
all
this
while
mine
hoast
in
Southwarke
lay
,
Who
whan
they
knew
out
passage
was
denied
,
Came
boldely
to
the
bridge
and
made
a
fray
.
For
in
wee
would
the
townes
men
vs
defied
:
But
whan
with
strokes
wee
had
the
matter
tried
,
Wee
wan
the
Bridge
and
set
mutch
part
on
sier
,
This
dane
to
Southwarke
bock
we
did
retier
.
The
morow
after
came
the
Chancellour
,
With
generall
pardon
for
my
men
,
halfe
gone
,
Which
heard
and
read
,
the
rest
within
an
houre
,
Shranke
all
away
ech
man
to
shift
for
one
.
And
whan
I
sawe
they
left
mee
post
alone
,
I
did
disguise
me
like
a
knight
of
the
post
,
And
into
Sussex
rode
away
in
poste
.
And
there
I
lurked
till
that
cursed
coyne
,
That
restlesse
Begle
sought
,
and
found
mee
out
,
For
straight
the
Kinge
by
promise
did
emoyne
,
A
thousand
marke
to
whosoeuer
mought
Apprehend
my
corse
,
which
made
them
seeke
about
:
Amonge
the
which
one
Alexander
Iden
,
Found
out
the
Hole
wherein
the
Foxe
was
hidden
.
But
ere
hee
tooke
me
,
I
put
him
to
his
Trumps
,
For
yeeld
I
would
not
while
my
handes
would
holde
,
But
hope
of
money
made
him
stur
his
stumps
,
And
to
assault
mee
valiauntly
,
and
bolde
.
For
two
longe
Howres
,
our
Combat
was
not
colde
Till
at
the
last
he
lent
me
sutch
a
stroke
,
That
down
I
fell
,
and
neuer
after
spoke
.
Than
was
my
Carkasse
caried
like
a
Hog
.
To
Southwarkes
Borough
where
it
lay
a
night
,
The
next
day
drawen
to
Newgate
like
a
dog
,
All
men
reioysinge
at
the
rufull
sight
:
Than
were
on
Poales
my
perboyls
Quarters
pight
,
And
set
a
loft
for
Vermin
to
deuour
,
Meete
graue
for
Rebels
that
resist
the
power
.
Full
litle
knowe
wee
Wretches
what
wee
do
,
When
wee
presume
our
Princes
to
resist
.
Wee
Warre
with
God
,
against
his
glory
to
,
That
placeth
in
his
office
whom
hee
list
:
Therefore
was
neuer
Traytour
yet
,
but
mist
The
Marke
hee
shot
,
and
came
to
shamefull
ende
,
Nor
neuer
shall
tyll
God
bee
forst
to
bende
.
God
hath
ordayne
the
power
,
all
Princes
bee
Hys
Lieutenantes
,
nor
deputies
in
realmes
,
Agaynst
their
Foes
therefore
fighteth
hee
,
And
his
Enemies
driues
them
to
extreames
,
Their
wyse
deuises
,
proue
but
Doltish
dreames
.
No
Subiect
ought
for
any
kinde
of
cause
,
To
force
the
Prince
.
but
yelde
him
to
the
lawes
.
Wherfore
Baldwin
warne
men
to
folow
reason
.
Subdue
their
wylles
and
be
not
Fortunes
slaues
,
A
shameful
end
doth
euer
follow
treason
,
There
is
no
trust
in
Rebels
,
rascall
knaues
,
In
Fortune
lesse
,
which
worketh
as
the
waues
:
From
whose
assaultes
who
listeth
to
stand
free
,
Must
know
his
state
,
and
so
contented
bee
.
FINIS
.
BY
saint
Mary
(
said
one
)
if
Iacke
were
as
wel
learned
,
as
you
haue
made
hys
oration
,
whatsoeuer
hee
was
by
byrth
,
I
warrante
him
a
Gentilman
by
his
learning
.
How
notablye
&
philosopher
like
hath
he
described
fortune
,
&
the
causes
of
worldlye
cumbraunce
?
how
lyke
a
diuine
hath
he
determined
the
office
both
of
Magistrates
and
subiects
For
in
deede
Magistrates
be
Gods
deputies
,
and
it
is
Gods
office
which
they
beare
:
and
it
is
hee
whiche
ordeyneth
thereto
such
as
himselfe
listeth
,
good
whan
he
fauoureth
the
People
,
and
euil
when
hee
wyl
punish
them
.
And
therfore
whosoeuer
rebelleth
against
any
ruler
,
eyther
good
or
bad
,
rebelleth
agaynst
God
,
and
shal
neuer
see
good
end
of
hys
attempt
:
for
God
cannot
but
mainteyn
his
deputie
.
Yet
this
I
note
by
the
way
concerning
rebelles
&
rebellions
.
Although
the
deuil
rayse
them
,
yet
God
alwayes
vseth
them
to
his
glorye
,
as
a
part
of
hys
iustice
.
For
whan
kinges
&
chiefe
rulers
,
suffer
their
vnder
officers
to
misuse
their
subiects
,
and
wil
not
heare
nor
remedy
their
peoples
wrongs
(
whan
they
complayne
)
then
suffereth
God
the
Rebell
to
rage
,
and
to
execute
that
parte
of
his
Iustice
,
which
the
parcial
prince
would
not
.
For
the
Lord
Saye
a
very
corrupt
officer
,
and
one
whome
notwithstanding
the
kinge
always
maynteyned
.
was
destroyed
by
this
Iacke
,
as
was
also
the
Bishop
of
Salisburye
(
a
proud
and
couetous
Prelate
)
by
other
of
the
Rebelles
.
And
therefore
whatsoeuer
prince
desireth
to
lyue
quietly
without
rebellion
must
doe
his
subiectes
right
in
al
thinges
and
punish
suche
Officers
as
oppresse
,
his
People
:
thus
shal
they
be
sure
from
all
Rebellion
.
And
for
the
clerer
opening
hereof
,
it
were
wel
done
to
set
forth
this
Lord
Sayes
tragedye
.
What
neede
that
(
said
another
)
seeing
the
like
example
is
seene
in
the
Duke
of
Suffolke
,
whose
doings
are
declared
sufficientlye
alreadye
.
Nay
let
vs
goe
forward
for
we
haue
a
great
many
behinde
that
may
not
be
omitted
,
&
the
tyme
as
you
see
passeth
away
.
As
for
this
lord
Saye
,
whome
Cade
so
cruellye
killed
,
and
spitefullye
vsed
after
his
Death
(
I
dare
saye
)
shal
bee
knowen
thereby
he
was
to
all
that
reade
or
heare
this
storye
.
For
God
would
neuer
haue
suffered
hym
to
haue
beene
so
vsed
,
except
he
had
first
deserued
it
.
Therefore
let
him
go
and
wyth
him
the
Bishop
,
and
all
other
slayne
in
that
rebellion
which
was
raysed
by
some
sly
drift
of
the
Duke
of
Yorke
,
who
shortly
after
by
open
War
,
manifested
his
title
to
the
crowne
,
and
therefore
gathered
an
army
in
Wales
,
&
marched
towardes
London
:
And
preuentinge
the
kinge
,
goinge
northward
to
prepare
an
army
,
in
the
waye
at
Sayncte
Albanes
:
Who
for
want
of
a
sufficient
power
to
take
the
field
,
was
forced
with
sutch
smal
power
as
he
had
about
him
,
to
defend
the
Lanes
,
&
backsydes
of
the
towne
,
and
to
send
out
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
for
a
treaty
,
which
the
Duke
of
Yorke
beinge
head
of
the
contrary
faction
,
woulde
not
allow
without
fyrst
hauinge
the
Duke
of
Somerset
and
other
at
his
will
,
duringe
which
treaty
Richard
Neuill
Earle
of
Warwike
,
the
stout
maintayner
of
yorckes
title
entred
the
Towne
by
force
,
fought
a
Battayle
in
the
high
streat
,
where
of
the
Kinges
part
were
slayne
the
sayd
Duke
of
Somerset
called
Edmond
Beauford
,
Henry
Percy
the
second
of
that
surname
,
Earle
of
Northumberlande
,
Humfrey
,
Earle
of
Stafford
,
Sonne
and
Heyre
to
Humfrey
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
Ihon
Lord
Clifford
,
Babthorp
the
Kinges
attorney
,
and
his
Son
and
heyre
,
besides
a
great
number
of
Knightes
,
Esquiers
,
Gentlemen
,
&
yeomen
of
the
kinges
houshold
&
of
other
Lordes
seruauntes
,
on
whom
al
the
slaughter
,
and
bochery
fell
,
beinge
all
for
the
more
part
vnarmed
.
But
because
the
Duke
of
Somerset
was
the
chiefe
of
the
Kinges
parte
passinge
ouer
the
rest
,
let
vs
only
heare
him
speake
for
all
.
THE
TRAGEDY
OF
EDmond
Duke
of
Somerset
,
slayne
in
the
first
battayle
at
Saynct
Albanes
,
the.
23.
day
of
May
,
in
the.
32.
yeare
of
Henry
the
sixt
.
Anno.
1454.
*
⁎
*
SOme
I
suppose
are
borne
vnfortunate
,
Els
good
endeuours
coulde
not
so
ill
succeede
,
What
shall
I
call
it
?
ill
fortune
or
fate
,
That
some
attempts
haue
neuer
happy
speede
,
But
trauayle
thanklesse
,
al
bootlesse
their
heede
:
Where
other
vnlike
in
workinge
,
or
in
skill
,
Wynne
what
they
will
,
and
wield
the
world
at
will
.
Of
the
first
sorte
,
myselfe
I
count
for
one
,
To
all
mishap
,
I
we●ne
predestinate
,
Beleeue
mee
Baldwin
,
there
bee
few
or
none
,
To
whom
Fortune
was
euer
more
ingrate
.
Make
thou
therefore
my
life
a
Caueat
,
That
who
so
with
force
wyll
worke
agaynst
kinde
,
Sayleth
(
as
who
sayth
)
agaynst
the
stremt
,
and
winde
.
For
I
of
Somerset
which
Duke
Edmond
hight
,
Extract
by
discent
from
Lancaster
lyne
,
Were
it
by
folly
,
or
Fortunes
despight
,
Or
by
ill
aspect
of
some
croked
signe
,
Of
myne
attempts
could
neuer
see
good
fine
:
What
so
I
began
did
seldome
well
ende
:
God
from
sutch
Fortune
,
all
good
men
defend
.
Where
I
sought
to
saue
,
most
part
I
did
spill
,
For
good
hap
with
mee
was
alway
at
Warre
.
The
Linage
of
Yorke
whom
I
bare
so
ill
,
By
my
spight
became
bright
,
and
shone
like
a
Starre
,
Thus
some
whiles
men
make
,
when
fayne
they
would
marre
.
The
more
yee
lop
Trees
,
the
greater
they
grow
.
The
more
yee
stop
Streames
,
the
higher
they
flow
.
Maugre
my
spighte
,
his
glory
grew
the
more
,
And
mine
,
as
the
Moone
in
the
wane
,
waxt
leste
For
hauinge
the
place
which
he
had
before
,
Gouernour
of
Fraunce
,
needes
I
must
confesse
,
That
lost
was
Normandy
yet
nethelesse
,
Alwayes
I
wrought
that
wit
might
well
contriue
,
But
what
bootes
it
,
against
the
Streame
to
striue
?
Borne
was
I
neyther
to
Warre
ne
to
peace
,
Mars
was
maligne
,
and
enemy
to
my
trade
:
My
Birth
I
beleue
was
in
Ioues
decrease
,
When
Cancer
in
course
,
beinge
retrograde
,
Swarued
from
Sol
,
vnto
Saturnus
shade
,
Where
aspectes
were
good
,
opposites
did
marre
,
So
grew
mine
vnhap
both
in
peace
,
and
warre
.
A
straunge
Natiuity
in
calculation
,
As
my
liues
course
,
did
after
well
declare
,
Wherof
in
briefe
to
make
relation
,
That
other
by
mee
may
learne
to
beware
,
Ouerlight
credence
was
cause
of
my
care
.
And
want
of
foresight
in
geuinge
assent
,
Humfrey
to
damme
that
Duke
most
innocent
.
Humfrey
meane
I
that
was
the
protectour
,
Duke
of
Glocester
of
the
royall
bloud
,
So
long
as
he
was
Englandes
directour
,
Kinge
Henries
title
to
the
Crowne
was
good
,
This
worthy
Prince
,
as
a
Piller
longe
stoad
:
Or
like
a
strong
prop
set
vnder
a
vyne
,
In
state
to
vpholde
all
Lancasters
lyne
.
O
headlesse
trust
,
vnware
of
harme
to
come
,
O
mad
malice
where
wit
obeyeth
will
,
Was
there
euer
any
,
whom
folly
did
so
nome
:
Of
all
forecast
,
rigth
,
reason
,
wit
,
and
skill
,
As
mee
blinde
Bayard
consentinge
to
spill
My
Coosyns
bloud
,
my
refuge
,
and
my
stay
,
To
my
destruction
,
makinge
open
way
?
So
long
as
he
in
England
bare
the
sway
,
So
long
Rebelles
no
Quarelles
durst
begin
,
But
when
the
poste
,
was
pulled
once
away
,
Which
stoode
to
vpholde
the
kinge
,
and
his
kin
,
The
Duke
of
Yorke
,
than
stoutly
hee
stept
in
,
And
chalenged
the
Crowne
,
by
color
of
right
,
Beginninge
with
Lawe
,
and
endinge
with
might
.
And
spred
great
brutes
in
England
vp
and
downe
,
That
he
of
England
was
the
heire
true
,
And
how
Henry
had
vsurped
the
Crowne
Against
all
right
,
by
practise
most
vntrue
:
The
people
than
,
embrasinge
titles
newe
,
Irkesome
of
present
,
and
longing
for
chaunge
,
Assenced
soone
,
because
they
loue
to
raunge
.
True
is
the
text
which
wee
in
Scripture
reade
,
Vae
terrae
illi
cuius
rex
est
puer
.
Wo
to
that
land
whereof
a
child
is
head
,
Whether
childe
or
childishe
,
the
case
is
one
sure
,
Where
Kinges
be
younge
,
we
dayly
see
in
bre
,
The
people
awlesse
,
by
weaknesse
of
their
head
,
Leade
their
liues
lawlesse
,
hauinge
none
to
dread
.
And
no
lesse
true
is
this
text
agayne
,
Beata
terra
cuius
rex
est
nobilis
.
Blest
is
the
Land
,
where
a
stout
Kinge
doth
rayne
.
Wherein
good
peace
ech
man
possesseth
his
,
For
dread
of
whom
,
no
man
dare
do
amis
,
Whose
Prince
is
prest
alwayes
,
and
Sword
in
hand
,
At
home
and
abroade
,
all
enemies
to
withstand
.
In
case
the
sonne
had
proued
sutch
a
one
,
Hardy
and
stoute
as
his
fathers
afore
,
Sure
had
he
sitten
in
the
Royall
throne
,
Dreadlesse
,
and
carelesse
of
common
vpror
.
But
Henries
weakenesse
appeered
more
,
and
more
,
Which
boldnesse
gaue
,
to
the
contrary
band
,
To
spoyle
him
at
last
both
of
life
,
and
land
.
His
humble
heart
was
nothinge
vnknowen
,
To
the
gaye
gallants
,
of
Yorkes
retinue
,
Any
lowe
ground
,
is
highly
ouerflowen
,
And
shored
houses
cannot
long
continue
,
Ioyntes
cannot
knit
whereas
is
no
Synowe
.
And
so
a
Prince
,
not
dread
aswell
as
loued
,
By
hold
Traytours
may
bee
soone
remoued
.
Well
mought
I
see
,
had
I
not
wanted
brayne
,
The
worke
begon
to
vndermine
the
state
,
When
the
chiefe
link
was
loosed
fro
the
chayne
,
And
that
some
durst
vpon
bloud
royall
grate
,
How
tickle
hold
I
had
of
myne
estate
?
When
the
chiefe
post
lay
flat
vppon
the
flore
,
Mought
not
I
thinke
my
staffe
then
next
the
dore
?
So
mought
also
,
dame
Margaret
the
Queene
,
By
whose
malice
this
mischife
first
began
,
Did
she
(
trow
yee
)
her selfe
not
ouerwene
Death
to
procure
to
that
most
worthy
man
?
Which
she
and
hers
afterward
mought
well
ban
,
On
whom
did
hange
,
as
I
before
haue
sayde
,
Her
Husbandes
life
,
his
honour
and
his
ayde
.
For
whilst
he
liued
which
was
one
stable
stay
,
Yorke
and
his
Impes
were
kept
as
vnder
Yoke
,
But
when
the
Piller
remoued
was
away
,
Then
durst
out
flame
,
that
late
before
was
Smoke
,
The
close
Traytoure
,
then
cast
of
his
Cloake
,
And
from
the
dark
came
forth
in
open
light
,
With
titles
blinde
which
he
set
forth
for
right
.
But
this
to
achieue
,
first
it
him
behoued
,
The
Kinge
and
his
kin
a
sunder
for
to
set
:
Who
once
perforce
,
or
practice
ill
remoued
,
Then
had
they
auoyded
the
principall
le
,
Whith
kept
the
sought
pray
so
longe
from
the
Net
:
The
next
poynct
after
,
was
themselues
to
place
Next
to
the
Prince
,
and
other
to
abase
.
I
was
the
first
whom
they
put
out
of
place
,
No
cause
pretendinge
,
but
the
common
weale
,
The
crowne
on
England
was
the
very
case
,
Why
to
the
Commons
they
burned
so
in
zeale
,
My
faultes
were
Cloakes
their
practise
to
conceale
,
In
counsayle
hearinge
consider
the
entent
,
For
by
pretence
of
truth
,
treason
oft
is
ment
.
So
their
pretence
was
onely
to
remoue
,
Counsayle
corrupt
from
place
about
the
Kinge
,
But
O
yee
Princes
,
you
it
doth
behoue
,
This
case
to
construe
,
as
no
fayned
thinge
,
That
neuer
traytour
did
subdue
his
kinge
,
But
for
his
plat
▪
ere
he
would
further
wade
,
Agaynst
his
frendes
,
the
Quarel
first
hee
made
.
And
if
hap
he
could
so
bringe
about
,
Them
to
subdue
,
and
haue
them
at
his
will
,
Then
would
he
waxe
so
arrogant
,
and
stout
,
That
no
reason
,
his
outrage
might
fulfill
,
But
to
proceede
vppon
his
purpose
still
,
Till
Kinge
,
and
Counsayle
brought
were
in
one
case
:
Sutch
is
their
folly
,
to
rebels
that
geue
place
.
So
for
the
fishe
,
when
cast
forth
was
the
Net
,
The
next
poynct
was
in
driuinge
out
the
plat
,
Commons
to
cause
,
in
rage
to
fume
,
and
fret
,
And
to
rebell
,
I
cannot
tell
for
what
,
Requiringe
redresse
of
this
,
and
of
that
:
Who
if
they
speede
,
the
stander
at
receit
,
Grasp
will
the
Pray
,
for
which
he
doth
awayt
.
Then
by
surmise
of
some
thinge
pretended
,
Sutch
to
displace
as
they
may
well
suspect
,
Like
to
withstand
their
mischiefe
entended
,
And
in
their
roumes
their
banders
to
elect
,
The
aduerse
party
proudly
to
reiect
And
then
with
reportes
the
simple
to
abuse
,
And
when
these
helpes
fayle
,
open
force
to
vse
.
So
this
Dukes
traynes
were
couert
,
and
not
seene
.
Who
little
ment
,
that
which
hee
most
pretended
,
Like
to
a
Serpent
lurkinge
vnder
greene
,
To
the
weale
publike
seemed
wholly
vended
:
Zelous
he
was
,
and
would
haue
all
thinges
mended
,
But
by
that
mendment
nothinge
els
he
ment
,
But
to
be
Kinge
,
to
that
marke
was
his
bent
.
For
had
be
bin
playne
,
as
hee
ment
in
deede
,
Henry
to
depose
from
the
royall
place
,
His
hast
had
bin
waste
,
and
murch
worse
his
speede
,
The
Kinge
then
standinge
in
his
peoples
grace
,
This
Duke
therefore
setforth
a
goodly
face
,
As
one
that
ment
no
quarrel
for
the
Crowne
,
Sutch
as
bare
rule
,
he
onely
would
put
downe
.
But
all
for
nought
,
so
longe
as
I
bare
stroke
,
Serued
these
driftes
,
and
proued
all
but
vayne
,
The
best
helpe
then
,
was
people
to
prouoke
,
To
make
Commotion
,
and
Vprores
a
mayne
:
Which
to
appease
,
the
Kinge
himselfe
was
fayne
,
From
blacke
Heath
in
Kent
,
to
send
me
to
the
Tower
,
Sutch
was
the
sorce
of
Rebelles
in
that
Hower
.
The
tempest
yet
therewith
was
not
ceassed
,
For
Yorke
was
bent
his
purpose
to
pursue
,
Who
seeinge
how
soone
I
was
releassed
,
And
ill
successe
of
sufferaunce
to
ensue
:
Then
like
Iudas
,
vnto
his
Lord
vntrue
,
Thynkinge
time
lost
any
lenger
to
defarre
,
By
Warwickes
ayde
proclaymed
open
warre
.
S.
Albanes
towne
,
where
both
our
Hoastes
did
meete
,
To
crye
a
fielde
was
not
an
equall
place
,
For
we
were
forst
to
fight
within
a
streete
,
With
fewe
agaynst
many
,
sutch
was
the
case
,
There
I
and
Warwicke
fronted
face
to
face
,
At
an
Inne
doore
,
the
Castell
was
the
signe
,
Where
with
a
Sworde
was
cut
my
fatall
lyne
.
Oft
was
I
warned
to
come
in
Castle
none
,
But
little
thought
of
any
Common
signe
,
I
did
Imagine
a
Castell
built
with
stone
,
For
of
no
Iune
,
I
could
the
same
deuine
,
In
Prophetes
skill
my
wits
were
neuer
fine
,
A
foole
is
hee
that
sutch
vayne
dreames
doth
dred
,
But
more
Foole
hee
,
that
will
by
them
beiled
.
My
life
I
lost
in
that
vnlucky
place
,
With
many
Lordes
that
leaned
to
my
part
,
The
Earle
Percy
had
no
better
grace
,
Couragious
Clifford
could
not
eschewe
the
dart
,
Buckinghams
Heyre
was
at
this
mortall
mart
,
Babthorp
the
Attorney
for
all
his
skill
in
Lawe
,
In
this
poynct
of
pleadinge
appeared
very
rawe
.
So
thus
poore
Prince
disarmed
of
his
bandes
,
His
frendes
all
slayne
,
wantinge
good
assistence
,
Was
made
a
Pray
vnto
his
enemies
handes
,
Priued
of
power
and
Princely
reuerence
,
And
as
a
Pupill
voyde
of
all
experience
,
Innocent
playne
,
and
simple
witted
,
Was
as
a
Lambe
vnto
the
Wolfe
committed
.
A
Parliament
than
was
called
with
speede
,
A
Parliament
,
nay
a
playne
conspiracy
,
When
agaynst
right
it
was
decreed
,
That
after
the
death
of
the
sixt
Henry
,
The
Duke
of
Yorke
should
haue
the
regally
,
And
in
his
life
,
the
charge
,
and
protection
,
Of
Kinge
and
Realme
at
the
Dukes
direction
.
And
thus
was
Yorke
declared
Protectour
,
Protectour
sayd
I
,
nay
Proditor
playne
.
A
rancke
Rebell
the
Princes
directour
,
A
vassall
to
leade
his
Lord
,
and
Souerayne
,
What
honest
hart
would
not
conceiue
disdayne
,
To
see
the
foote
surmount
aboue
the
head
,
A
Monster
is
in
spight
of
nature
bred
.
Some
haply
heere
,
will
moue
a
farther
dout
,
And
for
Yorkes
part
alledge
an
elder
right
,
O
braynlesse
head
,
that
so
runne
in
and
out
,
Whan
length
of
time
a
state
hath
firmely
pight
,
And
good
accord
hath
putall
strife
to
flight
,
Were
it
not
better
sutch
titles
stil
to
sleepe
,
Than
all
a
Realme
,
about
the
tryall
weepe
?
From
the
female
,
came
Yorke
,
and
all
his
leede
,
And
wee
Lancastrians
,
from
the
Heyre
Male
,
Of
whom
thre
Kinges
in
order
did
succeede
,
By
iust
discent
:
this
is
no
fayned
tale
.
Who
would
haue
thought
that
any
storme
or
gale
Our
ship
could
shake
hauinge
sutch
Anker
hold
,
None
I
thincke
sure
,
vnlesse
that
God
so
would
.
After
this
burle
the
Kinge
was
fayne
to
flee
,
Northward
in
post
,
for
succour
,
and
releefe
,
O
blessed
God
how
straunge
it
was
to
see
!
A
rightfull
Prince
pursued
as
a
Theefe
!
To
thee
O
England
,
what
can
be
more
repreefe
?
Then
to
pursue
thy
Prince
with
armed
hand
,
What
greater
shame
,
may
bee
to
any
Land
?
Traytours
did
triumph
,
true
men
lay
in
the
dust
,
Reuiage
,
and
Robbiage
,
toysted
euery
where
,
Will
,
stoode
for
skill
,
and
Law
obeyed
lust
,
Might
,
trode
downe
right
,
of
Kinge
there
was
no
feare
,
The
title
was
tryed
onely
by
Shield
,
and
Speare
:
All
which
vnhaps
,
that
they
were
not
foreseene
,
Suffolke
was
in
fault
,
who
ruled
Kinge
.
and
Queene
.
Some
here
perhaps
,
do
looke
I
should
accuse
My selfe
of
sleight
,
or
subtilty
vniust
,
Wherein
I
should
my
Princes
Eares
abuse
Agaynst
the
Duke
,
to
bringe
him
in
mystrust
,
Some
part
whereof
,
though
needes
confesse
I
must
,
My
fault
onely
,
consisted
in
consent
To
my
Foes
driftes
,
which
I
could
not
preuent
.
If
I
at
first
whan
Brandes
began
to
smoke
,
The
Sparkes
to
quench
by
any
way
had
sought
,
Neuer
had
England
felt
this
mortall
stroke
,
Which
now
to
late
lamentinge
helpeth
nought
Two
poynctes
of
Wit
to
dearely
haue
I
bought
,
The
first
that
better
is
timely
to
foresee
,
Then
after
ouer
late
,
a
Counsaylour
to
bee
.
The
second
is
,
not
easely
to
assent
,
To
any
aduice
,
agaynst
thy
faythfull
frend
,
But
of
the
Speaker
ponder
the
intent
,
The
meaninge
ful
,
the
poinct
,
and
finall
ende
:
A
Sainct
in
showe
,
in
proofe
is
found
a
Fende
,
The
subtile
man
,
the
simple
to
abuse
,
Mutch
pleasaunt
Speach
,
and
Eloquence
doth
vse
.
And
so
was
I
,
and
other
mo
abused
By
Suffolkes
sleights
,
who
sought
to
please
the
Queene
,
Forecast
we
lackt
,
which
cannot
be
excused
Of
thinges
to
come
,
as
soone
was
after
seene
:
Which
glosinge
tongue
,
he
made
vs
fooles
to
weene
,
That
Humfrey
did
to
Englandes
crowne
aspyre
,
Which
to
preuent
his
death
they
did
conspyre
.
What
should
I
more
of
mine
vnhaps
declare
,
Whereof
my
death
at
last
hath
ma●e
an
ende
?
Not
I
alone
was
cause
of
all
this
care
,
Some
besydes
mee
there
were
that
did
offende
.
None
I
accuse
,
nor
yet
my selfe
defend
,
Faultes
I
confesse
,
as
no
man
liues
without
,
My
chiefe
fault
,
was
folly
,
out
of
dout
.
Folly
was
chiefe
,
the
noughty
tyme
was
next
,
Which
made
my
Fortune
subiect
to
the
chiefe
:
If
England
then
with
strife
had
not
bin
vext
.
Glory
might
haue
growen
whereas
ensued
griefe
,
Yet
one
thinge
is
,
my
comfort
,
and
reliefe
,
Constant
I
was
in
my
Princes
Quarell
,
To
dye
or
lyue
,
and
spared
for
no
parel
.
What
though
Fortune
enuious
was
my
foe
,
A
noble
hart
ought
not
the
soner
yeild
,
Nor
shrincke
a
backe
for
any
weale
or
woe
,
But
for
his
Prince
ly
bleeding
in
the
field
:
If
priuy
spight
at
any
time
mee
belde
,
The
price
is
payde
:
and
greeuous
is
my
guerdon
,
As
for
the
rest
God
(
I
trust
)
will
pardon
.
FINIS
.
G.
F.
AFter
this
Tragedy
ended
,
one
sayd
seeinge
this
Duke
hath
so
vehemently
exclaymed
agaynst
the
Duke
of
Yorkes
practises
,
it
were
well
done
to
heare
what
hee
can
say
for
himselfe
.
For
after
the
first
battayle
at
S.
Albanes
when
he
toke
K
Henry
prisoner
,
he
was
made
protector
,
which
so
mutch
greeued
Queene
Margaret
,
&
her
complices
,
the
priuy
grutches
,
&
open
dissembling
neuer
ceased
til
the
Duke
,
&
his
allyes
were
fayne
to
sly
both
field
,
&
Realme
,
he
into
Ireiand
,
&
they
to
Calaies
.
Whence
they
came
agayne
with
an
Army
,
whereof
Richard
Neuill
Earle
of
Salisbury
was
leader
,
&
marched
towarde
Couentry
(
where
the
Kynge
was
,
and
had
gathered
an
army
to
subdue
them
,
&
encountred
them
at
Northampton
on
ye.
.
10.
day
of
Iuly
in
that
yeare
of
grace
.
1460.
sought
with
them
,
lost
the
field
,
and
was
taken
himselfe
,
and
many
of
his
freendes
slayne
,
as
Humfrey
Stafforde
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
Ihon
Talbot
the
second
of
that
name
Earle
of
Shrewesbury
,
Ihon
Vicounte
Beaumont
,
Thomas
Lord
Egremont
,
Syr
William
Lucy
,
and
diuers
other
.
But
ouerpassinge
all
these
and
many
mo
because
they
were
honourably
slayne
in
the
field
,
let
vs
come
to
him
who
was
the
chiefe
cause
thereof
,
that
is
to
say
,
Richard
Plantagenet
Duke
of
York
slayne
in
the
battel
at
Wakefield
on
Christmas
euen
,
and
Edmond
Earle
of
Ruflande
his
yong
sonne
,
who
was
there
murthered
by
the
Lorde
Clifforde
as
he
woulde
haue
fled
into
the
towne
to
haue
saued
himselfe
.
Therefore
imagine
that
you
see
a
tall
mans
body
full
of
fresh
woundes
but
lacking
a
head
,
holdinge
by
the
hande
a
goodly
childe
,
whose
breast
was
so
wounded
that
his
heart
might
bee
seene
,
hys
louely
face
and
eyes
disfigured
with
droppinge
teares
,
his
Hayre
through
horor
standinge
vpright
,
his
mercy
crauinge
handes
,
al
to
be
mangled
,
and
all
his
body
embrued
with
his
owne
blould
,
out
of
the
Wesand
pipe
of
which
headles
body
came
a
shreking
voyce
sayinge
as
followeth
.
HOW
RICHARD
PLANtagenet
Duke
of
Yorke
was
slayne
through
his
ouer
rash
boldnesse
,
and
his
Sonne
Earle
of
Rutland
an
Infant
cruelly
murdered
Anno.
1460.
TRust
Fortune
(
quoth
he
)
in
whom
was
neuer
trust
,
O
Beastes
most
brute
,
that
haue
no
better
grace
,
All
rest
,
renowne
,
and
deedes
lye
in
the
dust
,
Of
all
the
sort
that
sue
her
slipper
trace
,
How
now
?
Why
dost
thou
Baldwin
hide
thy
face
?
Thou
needest
not
feare
,
although
Imisse
my
head
,
See
this
poore
Boy
,
whom
by
the
hand
I
lead
.
The
cause
why
I
thus
lead
him
in
my
hand
,
With
bloud
,
and
teares
halinge
his
body
staynd
,
Is
that
thou
mayest
the
better
vnderstand
,
How
hardly
Fortune
hath
for
vs
ordaynde
In
whom
her
loue
and
hate
be
whole
contaynde
.
Rychard
I
am
Plantagenet
by
name
,
Whilom
of
Yorke
the
Duke
of
worthy
fame
.
For
Richard
Earle
of
Cambridge
,
eldest
sonne
Of
Duke
Edmond
,
thirde
sonne
of
King
Edward
,
Engendred
me
whereof
the
course
did
runne
,
Of
Mortimers
to
be
the
Issue
gard
:
For
when
Edmond
her
brother
dyed
Warde
,
She
was
sole
heyre
by
due
discent
of
line
,
Whereby
her
Rightes
,
and
Titles
all
were
mine
.
But
marke
me
now
I
pray
the
Baldwin
marke
,
And
see
how
force
oft
ouerbeareth
right
,
Way
how
vsurpers
tyrannously
warke
,
To
keepe
by
murther
that
they
get
by
might
,
And
note
what
troubles
and
daungers
do
alight
,
On
such
as
seeke
to
repossesse
their
owne
,
And
how
by
might
,
oft
right
is
ouerthrowne
.
Duke
Henry
of
Hereforde
called
Bolenbrooke
.
Of
whom
Duke
Mowbray
told
the
now
of
late
,
Whan
traytour
like
he
had
king
Richard
tooke
:
Kild
him
in
prison
,
vsurped
his
estate
,
Without
al
right
,
or
title
,
sauing
hate
Of
others
rule
,
or
loue
to
rule
alone
,
These
two
excepted
tytle
had
hee
none
.
The
Crowne
by
right
came
to
Edmond
Mortimer
Whose
Father
Roger
was
king
Richardes
heire
,
Which
caused
Henry
,
and
them
of
Lancaster
,
To
seeke
all
shiftes
our
houses
to
appayre
,
For
sure
he
was
to
sit
beside
the
chayre
,
Were
wee
of
power
to
clayme
our
lawful
right
,
And
therfore
thought
good
,
to
extirpe
vs
quight
.
His
cursed
sonne
ensued
the
fathers
trade
,
And
kept
my
cosin
guiltlesse
in
sure
hold
,
For
whom
my
father
ful
often
did
perswade
,
With
his
allies
and
consins
that
they
would
.
Their
Kinsmans
right
mainteyn
and
vphold
.
And
to
depose
by
pollicy
or
power
.
The
heyre
of
him
that
was
an
vsurper
.
Whereof
when
Henry
of
that
name
the
fift
,
Had
heard
,
and
knew
of
this
conspiracye
,
He
from
sir
Edmond
al
the
blame
to
shift
,
Sayd
that
my
Father
was
the
French
kings
aly
,
And
hyred
by
him
to
worke
this
trecherye
,
For
which
at
Hampton
as
it
came
to
passe
,
His
lyfe
he
lost
,
and
there
veheaded
was
.
Thus
was
the
name
of
Mortimer
extinct
,
Whose
right
and
title
descended
vnto
me
,
Being
forst
to
lyue
,
within
a
precinct
For
feare
I
would
to
other
countries
flee
And
so
beeing
at
myne
owne
libertee
,
Might
haplye
moue
sedicion
or
strife
,
For
guilty
hartes
,
can
leade
no
quiet
lyfe
.
Yet
at
the
last
in
Henries
dayes
the
sixt
,
I
was
restored
to
my
fathers
landes
,
Made
duke
of
Yorke
:
where
through
my
mind
I
fixt
,
To
get
the
Crowne
and
kingdome
in
my
handes
,
For
ayde
wherein
I
knit
assured
bandes
With
Neuils
stocke
,
whose
daughter
was
my
make
Whereby
great
frendes
I
had
my
part
to
take
.
O
Lord
what
hap
had
I
by
mariage
,
Fowre
fayre
Sonnes
my
yong
wife
to
me
bore
,
Valiaunt
men
and
prudent
for
their
age
,
Such
brothers
she
had
and
nephewes
stil
in
store
As
none
of
the
kin
had
any
time
before
:
The
Earle
of
Salisburie
,
&
his
sonne
of
Warwicke
,
Were
knights
peerelesse
,
from
Barbary
to
Barwick
.
Through
helpe
of
whom
,
&
Fortunes
frendly
grace
,
I
first
began
to
claime
my
lawful
right
,
And
my
chiefe
foes
with
stoutnesse
to
deface
.
I
raysed
power
at
al
pointes
prest
to
fight
:
Of
whom
the
chiefe
that
chiefly
bare
me
spight
,
Was
Somerset
the
Duke
,
whom
to
annoy
Al
my
hole
force
,
I
dayly
did
employ
.
And
maugre
him
so
choyse
lo
was
my
chaunce
,
Yea
though
the
Queene
was
wholy
on
hys
syde
,
I
twise
vare
rule
in
Normandy
and
Fraunce
,
And
last
lieutenant
in
Ireland
I
did
byde
,
Ful
often
driuen
of
force
my
head
to
hyde
,
Yet
through
the
loue
,
my
doinges
there
did
breede
,
I
had
their
helpe
at
al
times
in
my
neede
.
This
doutye
Duke
most
deare
to
King
and
Queene
,
With
armed
hoaste
,
I
thrise
met
in
the
field
,
The
first
vnfought
through
treaty
made
betweene
,
The
second
ioynde
wherein
the
King
did
yelde
,
The
Duke
was
slayne
,
the
Queene
her
partie
helde
Farre
in
the
North
,
where
ouermatcht
with
power
My
life
I
lost
,
in
an
vnlucky
howre
.
Before
this
last
were
other
battailes
three
,
The
first
the
Earle
of
Salisburie
alone
,
Fought
on
Bloreheath
,
and
got
the
victorie
,
I
at
the
next
was
present
in
persone
With
my
chiefe
kin
,
whereas
by
one
and
one
,
Our
souldiers
false
,
withdrew
away
by
night
,
Vnto
our
foes
and
wee
put
all
to
flight
.
This
Boy
and
I
in
Ireland
did
vs
saue
,
Mine
eldest
sonne
with
Warwicke
and
his
father
,
To
Calais
got
,
whence
by
the
read
I
gaue
They
came
againe
to
London
,
and
did
gather
,
Another
hoast
,
whereof
I
spake
no
rather
:
And
met
our
foes
slew
many
a
Lord
and
knight
,
And
tooke
the
King
and
draue
the
Queene
to
flight
.
This
doue
I
came
to
England
all
in
haste
,
New
claime
to
make
vnto
the
realme
and
crowne
,
And
in
the
house
while
Parliament
did
last
,
In
the
Kinges
seate
,
I
boldly
sate
me
downe
,
Clayming
the
place
,
whereat
the
Lordes
did
frown
,
But
what
for
that
,
I
did
so
wel
proceede
,
That
al
at
last
to
my
demaund
agreed
.
But
sith
Henry
had
raigned
than
so
long
,
They
would
be
should
continue
til
he
dyed
.
And
to
th
end
to
make
my
title
strong
,
Apparant
heire
of
England
they
me
cryed
,
But
sith
the
Queene
and
others
this
denied
,
I
sped
me
straight
Northward
whereas
she
lay
,
Meaning
by
force
to
cause
her
to
obay
.
She
thereof
warned
,
prepared
a
strong
power
.
And
ere
my
men
were
altogether
redye
To
Sandale
came
,
where
in
a
dismal
houre
I
like
a
Beast
,
so
rash
was
,
and
so
heddy
To
trie
Fortune
,
which
alwaies
is
vnsteddy
With
thousands
fiue
,
of
souldiers
to
assayle
The
double
number
,
in
campe
to
their
auayle
.
And
so
was
slayne
at
first
:
and
whyle
my
pore
infant
Scarse
twelue
yere
olde
,
sought
way
himselfe
to
saue
,
That
cruel
Clifford
that
fel
bloudy
tyrant
,
While
the
pore
chyld
with
tears
did
mercy
craue
,
With
dagger
sharp
his
hart
a
sunder
claue
.
This
don
he
came
to
the
campe
where
I
lay
dead
,
Dispoyld
my
corps
,
and
cut
away
my
head
.
And
set
a
crowne
of
paper
theruppon
Which
for
a
sport
he
sent
vnto
the
Quene
And
she
for
spyte
commaunded
it
anon
.
To
be
had
to
Yorke
and
set
vp
to
be
sene
.
In
some
such
place
as
theuis
&
Traitors
bene
,
This
mocke
I
had
of
fortune
for
rewarde
,
After
long
hope
that
she
wold
me
regard
Wherfore
Baldwin
see
that
thou
set
her
forth
With
her
slipper
pranks
so
as
they
may
be
known
,
And
warne
all
princes
wel
to
way
the
worth
Of
thinges
,
for
which
the
side
of
war
be
sowen
The
gaine
no
surer
but
as
of
dice
throwen
No
worldly
good
can
counterpeyze
the
pryse
Of
halfe
the
paynes
that
may
therof
aryse
.
Better
it
were
to
lose
a
peece
of
right
,
Then
limmes
and
life
in
wrestling
for
the
same
,
It
is
not
force
,
of
frendship
nor
of
might
,
But
god
aboue
that
kingdomes
set
in
frame
Not
wit
,
but
chance
doth
weild
the
winners
game
,
Wherfore
if
we
our
follies
would
refrayne
,
Tyme
woulde
redresse
all
wronges
we
voyde
of
payne
.
Wherfore
warne
Lordes
no
wise
to
wade
in
warre
For
any
cause
,
saue
their
countries
defence
,
Their
troublous
titles
are
vnworthy
farre
The
bloud
,
the
life
,
the
spoile
of
innocence
,
Of
scendes
,
of
foes
,
behold
my
long
expence
,
And
neuer
the
neare
:
best
than
to
tary
time
,
Low
by
the
ground
,
than
ouer
high
to
clyme
.
FINIS
.
WIth
that
maister
Ferrers
shoke
me
by
the
sleeue
saying
:
why
how
now
man
do
you
forget
your selfe
?
belike
you
mynde
oure
matters
very
much
.
So
I
do
in
deede
(
said
I
)
for
I
dreame
of
them
.
And
whan
I
had
rehearsed
my
dreame
,
we
had
long
talke
concerning
the
nature
of
dreames
,
which
to
stint
,
and
to
bringe
vs
to
oure
matter
agayne
,
thus
sayde
one
of
them
:
I
am
glad
it
was
your
chaunce
to
dreame
of
Duke
Richarde
for
it
had
bene
pitty
to
haue
ouerpassed
him
.
And
as
concerning
this
Lorde
Clifforde
which
so
cruelly
killed
his
sonne
,
I
purpose
to
geeue
you
notes
:
Who
(
as
he
wel
deserued
)
came
shortlye
after
to
a
sodaine
death
,
and
yet
too
good
for
a
cruell
tyraunt
.
For
on
Palmesonday
next
folowing
,
being
the
29.
Daye
of
March
,
in
the
yeare
of
Christe
,
a
Thousand
foure
hundreth
threescore
and
one
,
this
Lord
Clifford
with
Henry
Percy
the
thirde
Earle
of
Northumberlande
,
the
Earle
of
Westmerlande
,
the
Lorde
Dacres
,
the
Lorde
Welles
&
other
were
slayne
at
Towton
in
Yorkeshyre
.
Wherfore
as
you
thought
you
sawe
&
heard
the
headlesse
Duke
speake
thorowe
his
necke
,
so
nowe
suppose
you
see
this
Lord
Clifford
al
armed
saue
his
head
,
with
his
Breast
plate
all
gore
bloud
running
from
his
throate
,
wherein
an
headlesse
Arrowe
sticketh
,
through
which
wound
,
he
ratleth
out
this
Rhime
.
Howe
the
Lorde
Clifforde
for
his
extreame
crueltie
,
came
to
a
cruel
,
straunge
,
&
sodaine
death
.
Anno.
1461.
OPen
confession
asketh
open
Penaunce
,
Yet
wisdome
would
a
man
his
fault
should
hide
:
But
sith
pardon
commeth
by
repentaunce
,
Playnesse
is
best
when
truth
is
plainly
tryde
,
Open
or
hid
,
al
faultes
at
length
be
spyed
.
For
couer
fyer
neuer
so
close
within
,
Yet
out
it
will
and
so
will
secret
synne
.
As
for
my selfe
,
my
faultes
be
out
so
playne
,
Bruted
and
knowne
abroade
in
euery
place
,
That
though
I
would
I
cannot
them
reteyne
,
Al
care
is
bootelesse
in
a
curelesse
case
,
To
learne
by
others
some
haue
had
the
grace
,
Wherfore
Baldwin
,
write
thou
my
wretched
fall
,
The
brief
wherof
I
briefly
vtter
shal
.
Clifford
I
am
that
slue
Duke
Richards
childe
,
The
louely
babe
that
craued
lyfe
with
teares
:
Wherby
my
fame
,
most
fouly
I
defiled
Pore
sely
Lambes
the
Lyon
neuer
teares
,
The
feble
mouse
may
ly
among
great
beares
But
wrath
of
man
his
rancoure
to
requyt
,
Forgets
al
reason
,
ruth
and
mercy
quyte
.
I
meane
such
wrath
as
works
parental
wreke
Surnamed
a
vertu
(
as
these
reuengers
say
)
But
little
know
those
people
what
they
speak
Which
kyndle
vs
,
our
ennemis
kin
●o
slay
,
To
punishe
sinne
is
good
,
it
is
no
nay
.
They
wreke
not
sinne
,
but
merit
wreke
for
sinne
,
The
fathers
faultes
that
wreake
vpon
the
kinne
.
Because
my
father
Lord
Iohn
Clifforde
died
Slayne
at
S.
Albanes
,
in
his
princes
ayde
,
Against
the
Duke
my
hart
for
malice
fried
,
So
that
I
could
from
wreke
no
way
be
stayde
But
to
auenge
my
fathers
death
assayd
Al
means
I
might
the
Duke
of
Yorke
tannoy
:
And
all
his
kyn
and
frendes
to
kil
and
stroy
.
This
caused
me
with
bloudy
dagger
wound
His
giltles
sonne
that
neuer
agaynst
me
stord
:
The
fathers
corps
dead
lying
on
the
ground
,
The
necke
I
cut
asunder
with
my
sword
The
bleding
head
I
pight
by
way
of
borde
,
Vpon
a
speare
,
with
a
white
paper
crowne
And
in
great
scorne
I
sent
it
to
Yorke
towne
.
But
cruel
deedes
can
neuer
scape
the
scourge
Of
open
shame
,
or
of
some
bloudy
death
,
Repentance
selfe
that
other
sinnes
may
pourge
,
Doth
fly
from
this
,
so
sore
the
soule
it
slayeth
,
Despayre
dissolues
the
tyrants
blustring
breath
:
For
vengeance
due
doth
sodaynly
alight
,
On
cruel
deedes
the
mischiefe
to
requite
,
This
find
I
true
,
for
as
I
lay
in
stale
Agaynst
Coward
Duke
Richards
eldest
sonne
My
death
I
caught
not
far
from
Dintingale
For
as
I
would
my
gorget
haue
vndone
To
vent
out
heate
traueiling
in
the
sonne
An
headles
arrowe
percyd
my
throte
boule
Which
parted
straight
my
body
from
the
soule
.
Was
this
a
chance
?
no
sure
Gods
iust
award
Wherin
his
iustice
playnly
doth
appeare
:
An
headles
arrow
payd
me
my
reward
,
For
headding
Richard
lying
on
his
bere
,
And
as
I
would
his
child
in
no
wyse
heare
,
So
sodayne
death
bereft
my
tongue
the
power
To
aske
mercy
at
my
last
dying
houre
.
Wherfore
Baldwin
perswade
the
bloudy
sort
.
To
leaue
their
wrath
,
and
rigour
to
refrayne
:
Tel
cruel
iudges
horror
is
the
port
To
which
they
sayle
to
suffer
endles
payne
Hel
haseth
tyrants
down
to
death
amayne
.
Was
neuer
yet
nor
shal
be
cruel
dede
Vnquy●ed
leaf
but
had
as
cruel
meede
.
FINIS
WHan
this
tragedy
was
ended
,
O
Lord
said
another
,
how
horrible
a
thing
is
diuision
in
a
Realme
,
to
how
manye
mischieues
is
it
the
mother
,
what
vice
is
not
thereby
kindled
,
what
vertue
left
vnquenched
?
For
what
was
the
cause
of
the
Duke
of
Yorkes
death
and
of
the
cruelty
shewed
to
his
young
sonne
by
this
mercilesse
man
,
saue
the
variaunce
betwene
King
Henry
and
the
house
of
Yorke
:
which
at
length
besides
millions
of
the
Commons
,
brought
to
destruction
most
part
of
the
nobility
.
For
Edward
the
Dukes
eldest
sonne
immediatly
after
Richarde
his
father
was
slayne
,
through
helpe
of
the
Neuils
gaue
the
kinge
a
battaile
at
Towton
in
Yorkeshire
,
whereat
besydes
this
Clifford
,
were
slayne
the
Earles
of
Northumberlande
,
and
Westmerland
,
with
the
Lordes
Dacres
and
Welles
,
besydes
mo
then
3000.
men
,
the
winning
of
which
fyeld
brought
Edward
to
the
Crowne
,
and
the
losse
draue
K.
Henry
and
his
wyfe
into
Scotland
.
But
as
fewe
raignes
beginne
without
bloud
,
so
King
Edwarde
to
keepe
the
common
course
,
caused
Thomas
Courtney
earle
of
Deuonshyre
,
and
Iohn
Veer
Earle
of
Oxenford
,
and
Awbrey
Veer
eldest
sonne
to
the
said
Earle
,
with
diuers
other
of
King
Henries
parte
,
to
bee
attainted
and
put
to
death
.
And
shortly
after
did
execution
vppon
the
Duke
of
Somerset
,
and
the
Lordes
Hungerford
,
&
Rosse
,
whom
hee
tooke
prisoners
at
Exham
fyelde
.
For
thyther
came
those
Lordes
with
king
Henry
out
of
Scotland
,
with
an
armye
of
Scots
,
and
sought
a
Battayle
,
which
they
lost
,
wherein
most
part
of
theym
were
slaine
.
And
because
these
are
al
noble
men
I
wil
leaue
them
to
Baldwins
discrecion
.
But
seeinge
the
Earle
of
Worcester
was
the
chiefe
instrument
,
whom
king
Edward
vsed
aswel
in
these
mens
matters
,
as
in
like
bloudye
affayres
,
because
he
should
not
be
forgotten
,
ye
shal
heare
what
may
bee
noted
by
his
ende
.
THE
INFAMOVS
ENDE
of
the
Lord
Tiptoft
,
Earle
of
Worcestre
,
for
executing
his
princes
crueltie
.
Anno.
1470.
THe
glorious
man
,
is
not
so
loath
to
Wurke
,
As
the
infamous
glad
to
lye
vnknowen
:
Which
maketh
me
Baldwin
disalow
thy
lurke
,
Where
Princes
faultes
so
openly
be
blowen
,
I
speake
not
this
alonelye
for
mine
owne
Which
were
my
Princes
(
if
that
they
were
anye
)
But
for
my
Pieres
,
in
number
very
many
.
Or
might
report
vprightly
vse
her
tongue
,
It
would
lesse
greeue
vs
to
augment
the
matter
.
But
sure
I
am
thou
shalt
be
forst
among
,
To
frayne
the
truth
,
the
liuing
for
to
flatter
:
And
other
whiles
in
pointes
vnknowen
to
smatter
.
For
time
neuer
was
,
nor
neuer
I
thinke
shal
be
That
truth
vnshent
,
should
speake
in
al
things
free
.
This
doth
appere
(
I
dare
say
)
by
my
storye
,
Which
diuers
wryters
diuersly
declare
,
But
story
wryters
ought
for
neither
glory
,
Feare
,
nor
fauor
,
truth
of
things
to
spare
,
But
stil
it
fares
as
alwayes
it
did
fare
,
Affections
,
feare
,
or
doubtes
that
dayly
brue
,
Do
cause
that
stories
alwayes
be
not
true
.
Vnfruiteful
Fabian
followed
the
face
Of
time
and
dedes
,
but
let
the
causes
slip
,
Which
Hall
hath
added
some
with
better
grace
,
For
feare
I
thinke
lest
trouble
might
him
trip
:
For
this
or
that
(
sayth
he
)
he
felt
the
whip
.
This
story
wryters
leaue
the
causes
out
,
Or
shew
them
so
as
they
were
in
some
dout
.
But
seyng
causes
are
the
chefest
thinges
That
should
be
noted
of
the
story
wryters
,
That
men
may
learne
what
endes
al
causes
bringes
,
They
be
vnworthy
the
name
of
Chroniclers
That
leaue
them
cleane
out
of
their
registers
,
Or
doubtfully
report
them
for
the
fruite
Of
reading
storyes
standeth
in
the
suite
.
Wherfore
Baldwin
either
speake
thou
vpryght
Of
our
affaiers
,
or
touch
them
not
at
all
As
for
my selfe
I
way
al
thinges
so
lyght
,
That
naught
I
passe
,
how
men
report
my
fall
The
truth
wherof
yet
playnly
shewe
I
shal
That
thou
mayst
wryte
and
other
therby
reede
,
What
thinges
I
did
wherof
they
should
take
heede
.
Thou
hast
heard
of
Tiptoftes
Earles
of
Worcester
,
I
am
that
Lorde
that
lyued
in
Edwardes
dayes
The
fowerth
,
and
was
his
frend
and
counsailour
,
And
Butcher
too
,
as
common
rumor
sayes
.
But
Peoples
voyce
is
neither
shame
nor
prayse
,
For
whom
they
would
aliue
deuour
to
daye
,
To
morow
dead
they
wil
worship
what
they
may
.
But
though
the
peoples
verdite
go
by
chaunce
,
Yet
was
their
cause
to
call
mee
as
they
did
,
For
I
enforst
by
meane
of
Gouernaunce
,
Did
execute
what
ere
my
king
did
bid
,
From
blame
therein
my selfe
I
cannot
ryd
:
But
fye
vpon
the
wretched
state
that
must
,
Defame
it selfe
to
serue
the
Princes
lust
.
The
chiefest
cryme
wherewith
men
dome
charge
,
Is
death
of
the
Earle
of
Desmundes
noble
sonnes
,
Of
which
the
kinges
charge
doth
me
cleare
discharge
By
strait
commaundement
and
iniunctions
:
Th
effect
whereof
so
rigourouslye
runnes
That
either
I
must
procure
to
see
them
dead
,
Or
for
contempt
as
traytour
loose
my
head
.
What
would
mine
enemies
doe
in
such
a
case
,
Obey
the
king
or
proper
death
procure
?
They
may
wel
say
their
fancy
for
a
face
,
But
life
is
sweete
and
loue
hard
to
recure
,
They
would
haue
done
as
I
did
I
am
sure
:
For
seeldom
wil
a
wealthy
man
atease
,
For
others
cause
his
Prince
in
ought
displease
.
How
much
lesse
I
which
was
lieutenaunt
than
In
the
Irish
Isle
,
preferred
by
the
king
:
But
who
for
loue
or
dread
of
any
man
Consentes
to
accomplish
any
wicked
thing
,
Although
chiefe
fault
thereof
from
other
spring
,
Shal
not
escape
Gods
vengeaunce
for
his
deede
:
Who
scuseth
none
that
dare
do
il
for
dreede
.
This
in
my
king
and
mee
may
wel
appeare
,
Which
for
our
faultes
did
not
escape
the
scourge
:
For
whan
we
thought
our
state
most
sure
and
cleare
,
The
wynde
of
Warwicke
blew
vp
such
a
sourge
,
As
from
the
realme
and
crowne
,
the
king
did
vrge
,
And
me
also
from
office
,
frendes
and
wyfe
,
From
good
report
,
from
honest
death
and
life
.
The
Earle
of
Warwicke
,
through
mallice
and
grudge
,
Which
to
King
Edward
causelesse
he
did
beare
,
Out
of
his
Realme
by
force
did
make
him
trudge
,
And
set
King
Henrie
againe
vpon
his
chaire
,
And
than
al
such
as
Edwardes
louers
were
As
traytaurs
tane
,
were
greuously
opprest
,
But
chiefelye
I
,
because
I
loued
him
best
.
And
si●h
my
goods
,
and
liuinges
were
not
smal
,
Some
greedy
gulles
did
beare
the
world
in
hand
For
ten
yeares
space
that
I
was
cause
of
all
Murder
,
and
mischiefe
,
done
within
the
land
,
For
this
did
such
as
did
not
vnderstand
Mine
enmies
drift
,
thinke
all
reportes
were
true
:
And
so
to
hate
me
worse
then
any
Iewe.
For
seeldome
shal
a
ruler
loose
his
lyfe
,
Before
false
rumours
openly
be
spred
,
Whereby
this
prouerbe
is
as
true
as
ryfe
,
That
rulers
rumors
hunt
about
a
head
,
Frowne
Fortune
once
all
good
report
is
fled
,
For
present
shew
doth
make
the
mainy
blinde
,
And
such
as
see
dare
not
disclose
their
mynde
.
Through
this
was
I
king
Edwards
butcher
named
And
bare
the
shame
of
all
his
cruel
deedes
:
I
cleare
me
not
I
worthely
was
blamed
,
Though
force
was
such
I
must
obaye
him
needes
,
With
hiest
rulers
seldome
wel
it
speedes
,
For
they
be
euer
nearest
to
the
nyp
,
And
fault
who
shal
,
for
al
feele
they
the
whyp
.
For
whan
I
was
by
Parliament
attainted
,
King
Edwardes
euils
al
were
counted
mine
.
No
truth
auayled
so
lies
were
fast
and
painted
,
Which
made
the
People
at
my
life
repine
,
Crying
Crucifige
kil
that
Butchers
lyne
,
That
whan
I
should
haue
gone
to
Blockham
feast
I
could
not
passe
,
so
sore
they
on
me
prest
.
And
had
not
bene
the
officers
so
strong
,
I
thinke
they
would
haue
swalowed
me
alyue
,
Howbeit
hardly
haled
from
the
throng
,
I
was
in
the
Fleete
fast
shrowded
by
the
Shriue
,
Thus
one
dayes
lyfe
their
mallice
did
me
giue
:
Which
when
they
knew
,
for
spite
the
next
day
after
,
They
kept
them
calme
,
so
suffred
I
the
slaughter
Now
tel
me
Baldwin
what
fault
doest
thou
fynde
In
me
,
that
iustly
should
such
death
deserue
?
None
sure
,
except
desire
of
honour
blinde
,
Which
made
me
seeke
in
offices
to
serve
:
What
minde
so
good
that
honours
make
not
swerue
?
So
mayst
thou
see
it
onely
was
mystate
That
caused
my
Death
and
brought
me
so
in
hate
.
Warne
therfore
al
men
wisely
to
beware
,
What
offices
they
enterprise
to
beare
:
The
highest
alway
most
maligned
are
,
Of
Peoples
grudge
,
and
princes
hate
in
feare
,
For
Princes
faultes
his
faultors
al
men
teare
.
Which
to
auoyde
,
let
none
such
office
take
,
Saue
he
that
can
for
right
his
Prince
forsake
.
FINIS
.
THis
Typtoftes
Tragedye
was
not
so
sone
●inished
,
but
one
of
the
company
had
prouided
for
another
,
of
a
notable
person
Lorde
Tiptoftes
chiefe
Enemie
,
concerning
whom
hee
said
:
Lord
God
what
trust
is
there
in
worldly
chaunces
?
what
stay
in
any
prosperity
?
for
see
the
Earle
of
Warwicke
which
caused
the
earle
of
Worcester
to
be
apprehended
,
attainted
,
and
put
to
death
,
triumphing
with
his
old
imprisoned
&
new
vnprisonned
Prince
K.
Henry
,
was
by
&
by
after
&
his
brother
with
him
,
slayne
at
Barnet
field
by
king
Edward
whom
he
had
before
time
damaged
diuers
wayes
.
As
first
by
his
frendes
at
Banbury
fielde
,
where
to
reuenge
the
death
of
his
cosin
Henry
Neuil
sir
Iohn
Coniers
,
and
Iohn
Clappam
his
seruauntes
slew
5.
thousande
welshmen
and
beheaded
their
captaynes
,
the
Earle
of
Pembroke
,
&
sir
Richarde
Harbert
his
brother
after
they
were
yelded
prisoners
,
of
whom
sir
Richard
Harbert
was
the
tallest
gentleman
both
of
his
person
&
hands
that
euer
I
read
or
hearde
of
.
At
which
time
also
,
Robin
of
Ridsdale
,
a
rebell
of
th
erle
of
Warwicks
raysing
,
toke
the
earle
Riuers
K.
Edwards
wiues
father
,
and
his
sonne
Iohn
,
at
his
mannour
of
Grafton
,
&
caryed
them
to
Northhampton
,
and
there
without
cause
or
proces
beheaded
them
:
Whiche
spites
to
requite
,
king
Edwarde
caused
the
Lorde
Stafford
of
Southwike
,
one
of
Warwickes
chiefe
●●indes
,
to
be
taken
at
Brente
march
,
and
headed
at
Bridgewater
.
This
caused
that
Earle
shortlye
to
rayse
his
power
,
to
encounter
the
kinge
which
came
against
him
with
an
armye
,
beside
Warwicke
at
Wol●ey
,
where
he
wan
the
field
,
toke
the
king
prisoner
,
and
kept
him
a
while
in
Yorkeshyre
in
Middleham
castle
:
whence
(
as
som
say
)
he
released
him
again
,
but
other
think
he
corrupted
his
kepers
&
so
escaped
.
Then
throughe
the
Lords
the
matter
was
taken
vp
betweene
them
&
they
broughte
to
talke
together
,
but
because
they
could
not
agre
,
the
earle
araised
a
new
army
,
wherof
he
made
Captaine
the
Lord
Welles
sonne
,
whyche
broile
king
Edward
minding
to
appease
by
pollicy
fouly
distained
his
honour
committing
periury
for
he
sente
for
the
Lorde
Welles
and
his
brother
Syr
Thomas
Dymocke
,
vndersafe
conduite
promising
them
vpon
his
fayth
to
keepe
them
harmelesse
:
But
after
,
because
that
Lord
Welles
sonne
would
not
dissolue
his
army
,
beheaded
theim
both
&
went
with
hys
power
into
Lincolnshyre
&
there
fought
with
Sir
Robert
Welles
,
and
slew
ten
thousand
of
his
souldiers
(
yet
ran
they
a
way
so
fast
,
that
casting
of
their
clothes
for
that
more
speede
,
caused
it
to
be
called
Lose
coate
fielde
(
and
toke
sir
Robert
and
other
,
and
put
them
to
death
in
the
same
place
.
This
misfortune
forced
the
Earle
of
Warwicke
to
sayle
into
Fraunce
where
he
was
entertayned
of
the
kinge
a
while
,
and
at
last
with
such
pore
helpe
as
he
procured
there
of
Duke
Rainer
,
and
other
,
he
came
into
England
agayne
,
and
encreased
sutch
a
power
in
kinge
Henries
name
,
that
as
the
Lorde
Tiptofte
sayd
in
his
tragedy
,
kinge
Edward
vnable
to
abide
him
,
was
fayne
to
flie
ouer
the
washes
in
Lincolnshyre
to
get
a
ship
to
sayle
out
of
his
kingdom
to
his
brother
in
lawe
the
Duke
of
Burgoine
:
So
was
king
Henry
restored
againe
to
that
kingdome
.
Al
these
despites
,
and
troubles
the
Earle
wroughte
agaynst
kinge
Edward
.
But
Henry
was
so
infortunate
that
ere
halfe
a
yeare
was
expyred
,
kinge
Edward
came
backe
agayne
,
and
emprisoned
him
,
&
gaue
the
Earle
a
fielde
,
wherein
he
slewe
both
him
,
and
his
brother
.
I
haue
recounted
thus
much
before
hand
for
the
better
opening
of
the
story
,
which
if
it
should
haue
bin
spoken
in
his
Tragedy
would
rather
haue
made
a
volume
than
a
Pamphlete
.
For
I
entend
onely
to
say
in
the
Tragedy
,
what
I
haue
noted
in
the
Earle
of
Warwickes
person
,
wishinge
that
these
other
noble
men
,
whom
I
haue
by
the
way
touched
,
should
not
be
forgotten
.
And
therefore
imagin
that
you
see
this
Earle
lyinge
with
his
brother
in
Poules
Church
in
his
Coate
armure
,
with
sutch
a
Face
,
and
Countenaunce
as
hee
beareth
in
Portrayture
ouer
the
dore
in
Poules
at
the
goinge
downe
to
Iesus
Chapple
from
the
South
end
of
the
Quier
stayres
,
and
sayinge
as
followeth
.
HOW
SIR
RICHARD
Neuill
Earle
of
Warwicke
,
and
his
Brother
Iohn
,
Lord
Marquise
Montacute
,
through
their
to
mutch
boldnesse
were
slayne
at
Barnet
,
the
14.
of
Aprill
.
Anno.
1471.
*
⁎
*
AMonge
the
heauy
heape
of
happy
Knightes
Whom
Fortune
stald
vpon
her
staylesse
stage
,
Oft
hoyst
on
high
,
oft
pight
in
wretched
plightes
,
Behold
me
Baldwin
,
A
per
se
of
my
age
,
Lord
Richard
Neuill
,
Earle
by
mariage
Of
Warwicke
Duchy
,
of
Sarum
by
discent
,
Which
erlt
my
father
through
his
mariage
hent
.
Wouldste
thou
beholde
false
Fortune
in
her
kinde
Note
well
my selfe
so
shalt
thou
see
her
naked
:
Full
fayre
before
,
but
tootoo
foule
behinde
,
Most
drowsie
still
whan
most
she
seemes
awaked
:
My
fame
,
and
shame
her
shift
full
oft
hath
shaked
,
By
enterchaunge
alowe
,
and
vp
aloft
,
The
Lylard
like
that
chaungeth
hew
full
oft
.
For
while
the
Duke
of
Yorke
in
life
remayn'de
Mine
vncle
deace
,
I
was
his
happy
hand
:
In
all
attempts
my
purpose
I
attayn'de
,
Though
Kinge
,
and
Queene
,
and
most
Lordes
of
the
Land
With
all
their
power
did
often
me
withstand
:
For
God
gaue
Fortune
,
and
my
good
behauiour
Did
from
their
Prince
steale
me
the
peoples
fauour
.
So
that
through
me
in
fieldes
right
manly
fought
:
By
force
myne
vncle
tooke
king
Henry
twyse
,
As
for
my
cosin
Edwarde
I
so
wrought
.
When
both
our
syers
wer
slain
through
rash
aduice
That
he
at
chie●de
his
fathers
enterpryse
:
For
into
Scotland
king
and
Quene
we
chased
,
By
meane
wherof
the
kingdome
he
embraced
.
Which
after
he
had
enioyed
in
quyet
peace
,
(
For
shortly
after
was
king
Henry
take
,
And
put
in
prison
his
power
to
encrease
,
I
went
to
Fraunce
and
match
him
with
a
make
The
French
kings
daughter
,
whom
he
did
forsake
:
For
while
with
payne
I
brought
this
sute
to
passe
,
He
to
a
widow
rashly
wedded
was
.
This
made
the
French
king
shreudly
to
mistrust
,
That
all
my
treaties
had
but
ill
pretence
,
And
when
I
saw
my
king
so
bent
to
lust
,
That
with
his
fayth
he
past
not
to
dispence
,
Which
is
a
Princes
honours
chiefe
defence
:
I
could
not
rest
til
I
had
found
a
meane
.
To
mend
his
misse
,
or
els
to
marre
him
cleane
.
Wherfore
I
me
allied
with
his
brother
George
,
Encensing
him
his
brother
to
maligne
Through
many
a
tale
I
did
agaynst
him
forge
:
So
that
through
power
that
we
from
Calais
bringe
And
found
at
home
we
fcayd
so
the
kynge
,
That
he
did
flye
to
Freseland
warde
amayn
,
Wherby
king
Henry
had
the
crown
agayne
.
Than
put
we
th
erle
of
Worcester
to
death
King
Edwardes
frend
a
man
lo
fowle
defamed
And
in
the
whyle
came
Edward
into
breath
.
For
with
the
Duke
of
Burgoyne
so
he
framed
That
with
the
power
that
he
to
him
had
named
,
Vnloked
for
he
came
to
England
streight
And
got
to
Yorke
and
tooke
the
towne
by
sleight
.
And
after
through
the
sufferance
of
my
brother
,
Which
like
a
beast
occasion
fouly
lost
,
He
came
to
London
safe
with
many
other
And
tooke
the
towne
to
good
king
Henryes
cost
:
Who
was
through
him
from
post
to
piller
tost
,
Til
Th
erle
of
Oxeford
,
I
and
other
more
,
Assembled
power
his
fredome
to
restore
.
Wher
of
king
Edward
warned
came
with
spede
,
And
camped
with
his
hoast
in
Barnet
towne
Where
we
right
fearce
encountered
him
in
deede
On
Easter
day
right
early
on
the
downe
:
There
many
a
man
was
slayne
and
striken
downe
One
either
side
and
neyther
part
did
gayne
Til
that
I
and
my
brother
both
were
slayne
.
For
we
to
hart
our
ouermatched
men
,
Forsake
out
stedes
,
and
in
the
thickest
thronge
,
Ran
preacing
forth
on
f●te
,
and
fought
so
then
That
downe
we
draue
them
wer
they
neuer
so
strong
But
ere
this
lucke
had
lasted
very
long
:
With
number
and
force
we
were
so
fouly
cloyed
,
And
rescue
fayld
,
that
quite
we
were
distroyed
,
Now
tell
me
Baldwin
hast
thou
hard
or
read
Of
any
man
that
did
as
I
haue
done
?
That
in
his
tyme
so
many
armyes
l●d
,
And
victory
at
euery
voyage
won
?
Hast
thou
euer
hard
of
subiect
vnder
sonne
,
That
pl●ast
and
beast
his
souerayne
so
oft
,
By
enterchaunge
now
low
and
then
aloft
:
Perchaunce
thou
thinkst
my
doinges
were
not
such
As
I
and
other
do
affirme
they
were
.
And
in
thy
mynd
I
se
thou
musest
much
What
meanes
I
vsde
,
that
should
me
so
preferre
:
Wherin
because
I
wil
thou
shalt
not
erre
The
truth
of
al
I
wil
at
large
recite
,
The
short
is
this
:
I
was
no
hypocrite
.
I
neuer
did
nor
sayd
saue
what
I
ment
,
The
common
weale
was
stil
my
chefest
care
To
priuate
gayn
or
glory
was
I
neuer
bent
,
I
neuer
past
vpon
delicious
fate
.
Of
nedeful
foode
my
bord
was
neuer
bare
,
N●
creditour
did
curse
me
day
by
day
I
vsed
playnenesse
,
euer
pitch
and
pay
.
I
heard
poore
souldiers
and
pore
workmen
whyne
Because
their
dutyes
were
not
truely
payd
.
Agayne
I
saw
how
people
did
repyne
At
those
through
whom
their
payments
wer
delayde
And
profe
did
oft
assure
(
as
scripture
sayd
)
That
god
doth
wreke
the
wretched
peoples
greues
.
I
saw
the
polles
cut
of
from
polling
theues
.
This
made
mee
alway
iustly
for
to
deale
,
Which
whan
the
people
plainely
vnderstoode
,
Because
they
saw
me
minde
the
common
weale
.
They
still
endeuoured
how
to
do
me
good
,
Ready
to
spend
their
substaunce
,
life
,
and
bloud
,
In
any
cause
whereto
I
did
them
moue
:
For
suer
they
were
it
was
for
their
behoue
.
And
so
it
was
.
For
whan
the
Realme
decayed
By
sutch
as
good
Kinge
Henry
sore
abused
,
To
mend
the
state
I
gaue
his
Enemies
ayd
:
But
whan
Kinge
Edward
sinfull
pra●ks
still
vsed
,
And
would
not
mend
,
I
likewise
him
refused
:
And
holpe
vp
Henry
,
better
of
the
twayne
,
And
in
his
Quarrell
(
iust
I
thinke
)
was
slayne
.
And
therefore
Baldwin
teach
by
proofe
of
mee
,
That
sutch
as
couet
peoples
loue
to
get
,
Must
see
their
workes
,
and
wordes
in
all
agree
:
Lyue
liberally
,
and
keepe
them
out
of
det
,
On
common
weale
let
all
their
care
be
set
:
For
vpright
dealinge
,
debts
payd
,
poore
sustayned
,
Is
meane
whereby
all
harts
are
throughly
gayned
.
FINIS
.
AS
soone
as
the
Earle
had
ended
this
admonition
,
sure
(
said
one
)
I
thinke
the
Earle
of
Warwick
although
hee
were
a
glorious
man
hath
sayde
no
more
of
himselfe
than
what
is
true
.
For
if
hee
had
not
had
notable
good
vertues
,
or
vertuous
qualities
,
and
vsed
lawdable
meanes
in
his
trade
of
life
,
the
people
would
neuer
haue
loued
him
,
as
they
did
:
But
God
be
with
him
,
&
send
his
soule
rest
,
for
sure
his
body
neuer
had
any
.
And
although
he
dyed
,
yet
ciuill
warres
ceased
not
.
For
immediatly
after
his
deth
came
Queene
Margaret
with
a
power
out
of
Fraunce
,
bringing
with
her
,
her
yongue
sone
Prince
Edward
:
&
with
sutch
frendes
as
she
founde
here
,
gaue
Kinge
Edward
a
battell
at
Thewkesbury
,
where
both
shee
,
and
her
sonne
were
taken
prysoners
,
with
Edmond
Duke
of
Somerset
her
chief
captayne
:
whose
sonne
Lord
Ihon
,
and
the
Earle
of
Deuonshire
were
slayne
in
fight
,
and
the
Duke
himselfe
with
diuers
other
immediatly
beheaded
.
Whose
infortunes
are
worthy
to
be
remembred
,
chiefly
Prince
Edwards
,
whom
the
King
for
speaking
truth
,
cruelly
stroke
with
his
Gaunt●et
,
&
his
Brethren
cruelly
murthered
.
But
seeinge
that
time
so
farre
spent
,
I
will
passe
them
ouer
,
and
with
them
Fawconbridge
that
ioly
Rou●r
beheaded
at
Southampton
:
whose
commotion
made
in
Kent
,
was
cause
of
sely
Henries
destruction
.
And
seing
king
Henry
himself
was
cause
of
the
destruction
of
many
noble
princes
,
beinge
of
all
other
most
vnfortunate
hymselfe
,
I
will
declare
what
I
haue
noted
in
hys
vnlucky
lyfe
:
Who
wounded
in
Pryson
with
a
Dagger
,
may
lament
his
wretchednesse
in
manner
followinge
.
*
⁎
*
HOW
KINGE
HENRY
the
sixt
a
vertuous
Prince
,
was
after
many
other
miseries
,
cruelly
murthered
in
the
Tower
of
London
the.
22.
of
May
.
Anno.
1471.
*
⁎
*
IF
euer
wofull
wight
had
cause
so
rue
his
state
,
Or
by
his
rufull
plight
to
mooue
men
moane
his
fate
.
My
pitious
plaint
may
preass●
.
my
mishap
to
rehearce
,
Whereof
the
least
most
lightly
hard
,
the
hardest
hart
may
pearce
.
What
heart
so
hard
can
heare
of
Innocence
opprest
,
By
fraude
in
worldly
goods
,
but
mealte
to
in
the
brest
?
When
guiltlesse
men
be
spo●●●
,
imprisonned
for
their
owne
,
Who
waileth
not
their
wretched
case
to
whom
the
case
is
knowen
.
The
Lyon
licks
the
sores
of
sely
wounded
Sheepe
,
The
dead
mans
Corse
cause
the
Crocodile
to
weepe
,
The
Waues
that
waste
the
Rocks
refresh
the
rotten
Réedes
.
Sutch
ruth
that
wrack
of
Innocence
in
cruel
creatures
bredes
.
What
heart
is
then
so
hard
but
wil
for
pity
bleede
.
To
heare
so
cruell
lucke
so
cleare
a
life
succeede
?
To
see
a
sel●
Soule
with
wo
,
and
sorrow
so●st
,
A
Kinge
depriu'de
,
in
Prison
pent
,
to
death
with
daggers
doust
Would
God
the
day
of
Birth
bad
brought
mee
to
my
bere
,
Then
had
I
neuer
felt
the
chaunge
of
Fortunes
cheere
,
Would
God
the
Graue
had
gript
me
in
her
greedy
Wounde
,
Whan
crown
in
cradel
made
me
king
with
Oyle
of
holy
Thoumbe
.
Would
God
the
rufull
Toumbe
had
bene
my
royall
Trone
,
So
should
no
kingly
charge
haue
made
me
make
my
moane
:
O
that
my
Soule
had
slowen
to
Heauen
with
the
Ioye
,
Whan
one
●ort
cried
,
God
saue
the
king
another
,
Viue
le
Roy.
So
had
I
not
bene
washt
in
Waues
of
worldly
wo
,
My
minde
to
q●iet
bent
,
had
not
bene
tossed
so
:
My
Frendes
had
be●e
a
liue
,
my
Subiectes
not
oprest
,
But
Death
,
or
cruell
Desteny
,
denied
mee
this
rest
.
Alas
what
should
we
count
the
cause
of
Wretches
cares
,
The
Starres
do
stirre
them
vp
,
Astronomy
declares
:
Our
humours
sayth
the
Leach
,
the
double
true
deuines
Toth'will
of
God
,
or
ill
of
man
,
the
doubtfull
cause
assignes
.
Sutch
doltish
heades
as
dreame
that
al
things
driue
by
haps
.
Count
lacke
of
former
care
for
cause
of
after
claps
.
Attributinge
to
man
a
power
fro
God
be
rest
,
Abusinge
vs
,
&
robbinge
him
through
their
most
wicked
theft
,
But
God
doth
guide
the
World
,
and
euery
hap
by
skill
,
Our
Wit
,
and
willinge
power
are
payzed
by
his
will
:
What
wit
most
wisely
wardee
,
and
will
most
deadly
vrkes
,
Though
all
our
power
would
presse
it
downe
,
doth
dashe
our
warest
wurkes
.
Than
Desteny
,
our
sinne
,
Gods
will
or
els
his
wreake
Do
worke
our
wretched
woes
,
for
humours
be
to
weake
:
Except
we
t●ke
them
so
,
as
they
prouoke
to
sinne
,
For
through
our
lust
by
humours
fed
al
vicious
déedes
begin
.
So
sinne
and
they
be
one
,
both
working
like
effect
,
And
cause
the
wrath
of
God
to
wreake
the
soule
infect
.
Thus
wrath
and
wreake
deuine
,
mans
sins
and
humors
ill
Concurre
in
one
,
though
in
a
sort
,
ech
doth
a
course
fulfyll
.
If
likewyse
such
as
say
the
welkin
Fortune
warks
,
Take
Fortune
for
our
fate
and
sterres
therof
the
markes
,
Then
desteny
with
fate
and
Goddes
wil
all
be
one
:
But
if
they
meane
it
otherwyse
,
skath
causers
skies
be
none
Thus
of
our
heauy
haps
chiefe
causes
be
but
twayn
,
Whereon
the
rest
depend
,
and
vnder
put
remayne
.
The
chiefe
,
the
will
deuine
,
cald
desteny
&
fate
,
The
other
sin
through
humors
holp
,
which
God
doth
highlye
hate
The
first
appoynteth
payne
for
good
mens
exercise
,
The
second
doth
deserue
due
punishment
for
vice
:
This
witnesseth
the
wrath
,
and
that
the
loue
of
God
The
good
for
loue
,
that
bad
for
sinne
,
God
beateth
with
his
rod.
Although
my
sundry
synnes
do
place
me
with
the
worst
,
My
haps
yet
cause
me
hope
to
be
among
the
first
:
The
eye
that
searcheth
al
and
seeth
euery
thought
,
Is
iudge
how
sore
I
hated
sinne
,
and
after
vertue
soughte
.
That
solace
of
my
soule
my
chiefest
pleasure
was
,
Of
worldly
pomp
,
of
fame
,
or
game
,
I
did
not
passe
:
My
kingdomes
nor
my
crowne
I
prysed
not
a
crum
,
In
heauen
were
my
riches
heapt
,
to
which
I
soughte
to
com
,
Yet
were
my
sorrowes
sutch
as
neuer
man
had
like
,
So
diuers
stormes
at
once
,
so
often
did
mee
strike
:
But
why
,
God
knowes
,
not
I
,
except
it
were
for
this
To
shewe
by
paterne
of
a
Prince
,
how
brittle
honour
is
.
Our
kingdomes
are
but
cares
,
our
state
deuoyde
of
slaye
,
Our
riches
ready
snares
,
to
hasten
our
decaye
:
Our
pleasures
,
priuy
pricks
,
our
vices
to
prouoke
,
Our
pompe
,
a
pumpe
,
our
fame
,
a
flame
,
our
powre
,
a
smouldring
smoke
.
I
speake
not
but
by
proofe
,
and
that
may
many
rue
,
My
life
doth
cry
it
out
,
my
death
doth
try
it
true
:
Whereof
I
will
in
briefe
,
rehearse
the
heauy
hap
,
That
Baldwin
in
his
woful
warp
,
my
wretchednes
may
wrap
In
Windsore
borne
I
was
:
and
bare
my
fathers
name
,
Who
won
by
warre
all
Fraunce
to
his
eternall
fame
:
And
left
to
me
the
crowne
,
to
be
receiu'de
in
peace
Through
mariage
made
with
Charles
his
heyre
vpon
his
lifes
decease
,
Which
shortly
did
enfue
,
yet
dyed
my
father
furst
,
And
both
the
Realmes
were
mine
ere
I
a
yeare
were
nurst
:
Which
as
they
fell
to
soone
,
so
faded
they
as
fast
For
Charles
,
and
Edward
got
them
both
or
forty
yeres
were
past
.
This
Charles
was
eldest
sonne
of
Charles
my
father
in
law
,
To
whom
as
heire
of
Fraunce
,
the
Frenchmen
did
them
draw
:
But
Edward
was
the
heyre
of
Richard
Duke
of
Yorke
,
The
heyre
of
Roger
Mortimer
:
slaine
by
the
kerne
of
Korke
.
Before
I
came
to
age
Charles
had
recouered
Fraunce
,
And
kild
my
men
of
Warre
,
so
lucky
was
his
chaunce
:
And
through
a
mad
contract
I
made
with
Raynerds
daughter
I
gaue
and
lost
all
Normandy
,
the
cause
of
many
a
slaughter
.
First
of
mine
vncle
Humfrey
,
abhorringe
sore
this
act
,
Because
I
there
by
brake
a
better
precontract
:
Than
of
the
flattering
Duke
that
first
the
mariage
made
,
The
iust
rewarde
of
such
as
dare
their
Princes
ill
perswade
.
And
I
poore
seely
wretch
abode
the
brunt
of
all
,
My
mariage
lust
so
sweete
,
was
mixt
with
bitter
Gall.
My
Wyfe
was
wise
and
good
,
had
she
bin
rightly
sought
,
But
our
vnlawful
getting
it
,
may
make
a
good
thing
nought
.
Wherefore
warne
men
beware
,
how
they
iust
promise
breake
Least
proofe
of
paynful
plagues
do
cause
them
waile
the
wreake
Aduise
well
ere
they
graunt
,
but
what
they
graunt
performe
,
For
God
wil
plague
al
doublenes
although
we
fele
no
worm
.
I
falsly
borne
in
hande
,
beleeued
I
did
well
,
But
all
thinges
be
not
true
that
learned
men
do
tell
:
My
clergy
sayd
a
Prince
was
to
no
promise
bound
,
Whose
words
to
be
no
Gospell
tho
I
to
my
griefe
haue
found
For
after
mariage
ioynd
Queene
Margaret
and
me
,
For
one
mishap
afore
,
I
dayly
met
with
three
,
Of
Normandy
,
and
Fraunce
,
Charles
got
away
my
Crowne
,
The
duke
of
Yorke
&
other
sought
at
home
to
put
me
downe
.
Bellona
rang
the
bel
at
home
and
al
abrode
,
With
whose
mishaps
amayne
fell
Fortune
did
me
lode
:
In
Fraunce
I
lost
my
forces
,
at
home
the
foughten
fielde
,
My
kynred
slayne
,
my
frendes
opprest
,
my selfe
enforst
to
yeld
Duke
Richard
tooke
me
twise
,
and
forst
me
to
resine
My
crowne
and
titles
due
vnto
my
fathers
line
:
And
kept
me
as
a
warde
did
al
thinges
as
him
list
,
Til
that
my
wife
through
bloudy
sword
had
rane
me
from
his
fist
.
But
though
we
slewe
the
Duke
my
sorrowes
did
not
slake
,
But
like
to
Hyders
heade
stil
more
and
more
awake
:
For
Edward
through
the
ayde
of
Warwicke
&
his
brother
From
one
field
draue
me
to
the
Scots
,
&
toke
me
in
another
Then
went
my
frends
to
wracke
,
for
Edward
ware
the
crown
For
which
for
nine
yeares
space
his
prison
held
me
down
:
Yet
thence
through
Warwickes
worke
I
was
again
releast
,
And
Edward
driuen
fro
the
realme
to
seke
his
frends
by
East
.
But
what
preuaileth
payne
or
prouidence
of
man
,
To
helpe
him
to
good
hap
,
whom
desteny
doth
ban
?
Who
moyleth
to
remoue
the
rocke
out
of
the
mud
,
Shall
mier
himselfe
and
hardly
scape
the
swelling
of
the
find
This
al
my
frendes
haue
found
,
and
I
haue
felt
it
so
Ordaynde
to
be
the
touch
of
wretchednes
and
woe
,
For
ere
I
had
a
yeare
possest
my
seat
agayne
,
I
lost
both
it
and
liberty
,
my
helpers
al
were
slaine
.
For
Edward
first
by
stealth
,
and
sith
by
gathered
strength
,
Arriude
and
got
to
Yorke
,
and
London
at
the
length
:
Tooke
me
and
tyed
me
vp
,
yet
warwicke
was
so
stout
,
He
came
with
power
to
Barnet
field
,
in
hope
to
helpe
me
out
And
there
alas
was
slayne
,
with
many
a
worthy
knight
.
O
Lord
that
euer
such
lucke
should
hap
in
helping
right
:
Last
came
my
wife
and
sonne
,
that
long
lay
in
exile
,
Defied
the
king
,
and
fought
a
field
,
I
may
dewaile
the
while
.
For
there
mayne
onely
sonne
,
not
thirtene
yeare
of
age
Was
tane
,
and
murdred
streight
by
Edward
in
his
rage
:
And
shortlye
I
my selfe
to
stint
al
further
strife
,
Stabbe
with
his
brothers
bloudy
blade
in
prison
lost
my
life
Lo
here
the
heauy
●aps
,
which
hapned
me
by
heape
,
See
here
the
pleasaunt
fruictes
,
that
many
Princes
reape
,
The
paynfull
plagues
of
those
that
breake
their
lawful
bandes
.
Their
mede
which
may
&
wil
not
saue
their
frends
fro
bloudy
handes
.
God
graunt
my
woful
haps
,
tao
greuous
to
rehearse
,
May
teach
al
states
to
know
how
diepely
daungers
pearce
:
How
frayle
al
honours
are
,
how
brittle
worldly
blisse
,
That
warned
through
my
fearful
fate
they
feare
to
do
amisse
FINIS
.
THis
tragedy
ended
,
another
sayd
:
either
you
or
Kinge
Henry
are
a
good
Philosopher
so
narrowly
to
argue
the
causes
of
misfortunes
?
but
there
is
nothinge
to
experience
which
taught
,
or
might
teach
the
kinge
this
lesson
.
But
to
proceede
in
our
matter
:
I
fynde
mention
here
shortly
after
the
death
of
this
king
,
of
a
Duke
of
Excester
founde
deade
in
the
sea
betwene
Douer
&
Calais
,
but
what
hee
was
,
or
by
what
aduenture
he
died
,
maister
Fabian
hath
not
shewed
,
and
maister
Hall
hath
ouerskipped
him
:
so
that
excepte
we
be
frendlier
vnto
him
,
he
is
like
to
be
double
drowned
,
both
in
sea
,
and
in
the
gulfe
of
forgetfulnes
.
About
this
matter
was
much
talke
,
but
because
one
tooke
vpon
him
to
seeke
out
that
story
,
that
charge
was
committed
to
him
.
And
to
be
occupied
in
the
meane
while
I
haue
founde
the
story
of
one
drowned
likewise
,
and
that
so
notable
,
though
priuily
,
that
all
the
world
knew
of
it
wherefore
I
sayd
:
because
night
approcheth
,
and
that
we
will
loose
no
time
,
yee
shall
heare
what
I
haue
noted
concerning
the
Duke
of
Clarence
,
king
Edwards
brother
,
who
al
to
be
washed
in
Wyne
,
may
bewayle
his
infortune
after
this
maner
.
*
⁎
*
HOW
GEORGE
PLANtagenet
thirde
Sonne
of
the
Duke
of
Yorke
,
was
by
his
Brother
.
K.
Edward
wrongfully
imprysoned
,
and
by
hys
Brother
Richarde
miserably
murdered
the.
11.
of
Ianuary
.
Anno
.
1448.
THe
Foule
is
fowle
men
say
,
that
files
the
Nest
,
Which
makes
me
loth
to
speake
,
now
might
I
chuse
,
But
seeinge
time
vnburdend
hath
her
brest
,
And
Fame
blowne
vp
the
blast
of
all
abuse
,
My
silence
rather
might
my
life
accuse
Than
shroude
our
shame
,
though
fayne
I
would
it
so
For
truth
will
out
,
although
the
world
say
no.
Wherefore
Baldwin
with
tearis
I
the
beseech
To
pause
a
while
vpon
my
heauy
plaint
,
And
though
vnneth
I
vtter
speedy
speach
,
No
fault
of
wit
nor
folly
makes
mee
faint
:
No
heady
drincks
hane
geuen
my
tongue
attaynt
Through
Quaffiuge
craft
,
yet
Wine
my
Wits
confound
Not
which
I
drancke
,
but
wherein
I
was
dround
.
What
Prince
I
am
although
I
neede
not
shew
,
Because
my
wyne
bewrayes
mee
by
the
smell
,
For
neuer
creature
was
loust
in
Bacchus
dew
To
death
,
but
I
through
Fortunes
rigour
fell
:
Yet
that
thou
mayst
my
story
better
tell
,
I
will
declare
as
briefely
as
I
may
,
My
wealth
,
my
wo
,
and
causers
of
decay
.
The
famous
house
surnam'de
Plantagenet
,
Whereat
Dame
Fortune
frowardly
did
frowne
,
While
Bolenbroke
vniustly
sought
to
set
:
His
Lord
King
Richard
quite
beside
the
Crowne
,
Though
many
a
day
it
wanted
due
renowne
,
God
so
preferd
by
prouidence
,
and
grace
,
That
lawfull
Heires
did
neuer
fayle
the
Race
.
For
Lionell
Kinge
Edwards
second
child
,
Both
Eame
,
and
Heyre
to
Richard
issulesse
,
Begot
a
Daughter
Philip
,
whom
vndefylde
The
Earle
of
March
espous'de
,
and
God
did
blesse
With
fruit
assin'de
the
Kingdome
to
possesse
:
I
meane
Sir
Roger
Mortimer
,
whose
Heyre
The
Earle
of
Cambridge
maried
Anne
the
Fayre
.
This
Earle
of
Cambridge
Richard
clepte
by
name
,
Was
sonne
to
Edmond
Langley
Duke
of
Yorke
:
Which
Edmond
was
fift
brother
to
the
same
,
Duke
Lionell
that
al
this
Line
doth
Korke
:
Of
which
two
houses
ioyned
in
a
Forke
,
My
Father
Richard
Prince
Plantagenet
True
Duke
of
Yorke
,
was
lawfull
Heyre
beget
.
Who
tooke
to
Wyse
as
yee
shall
vnderstand
A
Mayden
of
a
Noble
house
,
and
olde
,
Raulfe
Neutis
Daughter
,
Earle
of
Westmerland
:
Whose
Sonne
Earle
Richard
was
a
Baron
bolde
,
And
had
the
right
of
Salisbury
in
hold
,
Through
mariage
made
with
good
Earle
Thomas
Hayre
,
Whose
earned
prayses
neuer
shall
appayre
.
The
Duke
my
father
had
by
this
his
wyfe
Fower
sonnes
,
of
whom
the
eldest
Edward
hight
,
The
second
Edmond
who
in
youth
did
lose
his
life
,
At
Wakefield
slayne
by
Clyfford
cruell
Knight
,
I
George
am
third
of
Clarence
Duke
by
right
,
The
fowerth
borne
to
the
mischiefe
of
vs
all
,
Was
Duke
of
Glocester
whom
men
did
Richard
call
.
Whan
as
our
Syre
in
sute
of
right
was
slayne
,
(
Whose
life
,
and
death
himselfe
declared
earst
)
My
brother
Edward
,
the
Quarell
styrd
agayne
,
And
wan
the
Crowne
as
Warwicke
hath
rehearst
:
The
pride
whereof
so
deepe
his
stomacke
pearst
That
litle
passinge
on
them
that
brought
him
in
,
Forgat
his
frendes
,
and
set
at
naught
his
kin
.
Which
made
the
Earle
of
Warwicke
to
maligne
,
His
dealinge
ingrate
,
and
to
attempt
away
,
From
prison
to
enlarge
Henry
the
sely
Kinge
,
Him
to
restore
to
Kingdome
if
he
may
,
And
knowinge
me
,
to
be
the
chiefest
stay
My
Brother
had
,
he
did
me
vndermine
To
his
ill
practise
the
sooner
to
encline
.
Whereto
I
was
prepared
longe
before
,
Because
the
king
to
me
was
so
vnkinde
:
No
canker
sure
,
soft
flesh
doth
fret
so
sore
,
As
vnkinde
dealinge
doth
a
louinge
mynde
.
Loues
strongest
bandes
vnkindnes
doth
vnbynde
,
It
moueth
loue
to
malice
,
zeale
to
h●te
,
Chiefe
frendes
to
foes
,
and
brethren
to
debate
.
And
though
the
Earle
of
Warwicke
subtile
sire
,
〈…〉
I
bare
a
grudge
against
my
brother
,
Yet
towarde
his
feate
to
set
me
more
on
fire
,
He
kindled
vp
one
firebrand
with
another
:
For
knowinge
Fancy
was
the
forcinge
rother
Which
stirreth
youth
to
any
kinde
of
strife
,
Hee
offred
me
his
daughter
to
my
Wife
.
Where
through
,
and
with
his
crafty
filed
tongue
,
He
stale
my
heart
that
earst
vnsteady
was
:
For
I
was
witlesse
,
wanton
,
fond
,
and
yongue
,
Whole
bent
to
pleasure
,
brittle
as
the
glasse
:
I
cannot
lye
,
In
vino
veritas
.
I
did
esteeme
the
bewty
of
my
Bride
Aboue
my selfe
,
and
all
the
world
beside
.
These
fond
affections
ioynd
with
lacke
of
skill
,
(
Which
trap
the
heart
,
and
blinde
the
eyes
of
youth
,
And
prickt
the
minde
to
practise
any
ill
)
So
tickled
me
that
voyde
of
kindely
truth
:
(
Which
if
it
want
all
wretchednesse
ensueth
)
I
stinted
not
to
persecute
my
brother
,
Till
time
he
left
his
kingdome
to
another
.
Thus
carnall
loue
did
quench
the
loue
of
kinde
,
Tyll
lust
were
lost
through
fancy
fully
fed
:
But
whan
at
length
I
came
vnto
my
minde
I
saw
how
lewdly
lightnesse
had
me
led
,
To
seeke
with
payne
the
perill
of
my
hed
:
For
had
Kinge
Henry
once
bene
setled
,
sure
,
I
was
assuer'd
my
dayes
could
not
endure
.
And
therfor
,
though
I
bound
my selfe
with
oth
To
help
king
Henry
all
that
euer
I
might
,
Yet
at
the
treaty
of
my
Brethren
both
,
Which
reason
graunted
to
require
but
right
,
I
left
his
part
whereby
be
perisht
quite
:
And
reconcil'de
me
to
my
Brethren
twayne
,
And
so
came
Edward
to
the
Crowne
agayne
.
This
made
my
Father
in
law
to
treat
,
and
fume
,
To
stamp
,
and
stare
,
and
cal'de
me
false
forsworne
,
And
at
the
length
with
all
his
power
presume
,
To
help
Kinge
Henry
vtterly
foriorne
.
Our
frendly
Profers
still
he
tooke
in
scorne
,
Refused
peace
,
and
came
to
Barnet
field
,
And
there
was
ki●'de
because
he
would
not
yeeld
.
Hys
Brother
also
there
with
him
was
slayne
,
Whereby
decay'de
the
Keyes
of
Chiualry
.
For
neuer
liued
the
matches
of
them
twayne
,
In
Manhood
,
Power
,
and
Martiall
pollicy
,
In
vertous
thewes
,
and
frendly
constancy
,
That
w●uld
to
God
if
it
had
bene
his
will
They
might
haue
tourn'de
to
vs
,
and
liued
still
.
But
what
shal
be
,
shal
be
:
there
is
no
choyse
,
Thinges
needes
must
driue
as
desteny
decreeth
,
For
which
ought
in
all
out
haps
reioyse
,
Because
the
eye
eterne
,
all
thing
foreseeth
Which
to
no
ill
at
any
tyme
agreeth
,
For
ils
,
to
ill
to
vs
,
bee
good
to
it
,
So
farre
his
skils
exceede
our
reach
of
Wit.
The
wounded
man
which
must
abide
the
smart
,
Of
stitchinge
vp
,
or
searinge
of
his
sore
,
As
thinge
to
had
,
reproues
the
Surgeons
art
Which
notwithstandinge
doth
his
health
restore
,
The
childe
likewise
to
Science
plied
sore
,
Countes
knowledge
ill
,
his
Teacher
to
be
woode
,
Yet
Surgery
,
and
Sciences
be
good
.
But
as
the
Pacients
griefe
,
and
Scholers
payne
,
Cause
them
dreame
bad
sutch
thinges
as
sure
be
best
,
So
want
of
Wisedome
causeth
vs
complayne
,
Of
euery
hap
,
whereby
wee
seeme
opprest
:
The
poore
do
pine
for
Pelfe
,
the
rich
for
rest
,
And
whan
as
losse
or
sicknesse
vs
assayle
,
We
curse
our
Fate
,
our
Fortune
wee
bewayle
.
Yet
for
our
good
,
God
worketh
euery
thinge
:
For
through
the
death
of
these
two
noble
Peeres
My
Brother
liued
,
and
raygned
a
quiet
Kinge
,
Who
had
they
liued
perchaunce
in
course
of
Yeares
Would
haue
deliuered
Henry
fro
the
Breres
,
Or
holy
his
Sonne
t'
enioy
the
carefull
crowne
,
Whereby
our
Ligne
should
haue
bene
quite
put
downe
.
A
carefull
Crowne
it
may
be
iustly
named
,
Not
for
the
cares
which
thereto
bene
annext
,
To
see
the
Subiect
well
and
duely
framed
,
With
which
good
care
few
Kinges
are
greatly
vext
But
for
the
dread
wherewith
they
are
perplext
,
Of
loosinge
Lordship
,
Liberty
,
or
Lyfe
:
Which
wofull
wracks
in
Kingdoms
happen
rife
.
The
which
to
shun
while
some
to
sore
haue
sought
.
They
haue
not
sparde
all
persons
to
suspect
:
And
to
destroy
sutch
as
they
guilty
thought
,
Though
no
apparaunce
proued
them
infect
,
Take
me
for
one
of
this
wronge
punisht
sect
,
Imprisoned
first
,
accused
without
cause
,
And
done
to
death
no
processe
had
by
lawes
.
Wherein
I
note
how
vengeaunce
doth
acquite
Like
ill
,
for
ill
,
how
vices
vertue
quell
:
For
as
my
mariage
loue
did
mee
excite
Agaynst
the
Kinge
my
Brother
to
rebell
,
So
loue
to
haue
his
children
prosper
well
,
Prouoked
him
against
both
lawe
,
and
right
,
To
murther
me
,
his
Brother
,
and
his
Knight
.
For
by
his
Queene
two
Prince
like
Sonnes
he
had
,
Borne
to
bee
punisht
for
their
Parentes
sinne
:
Whose
Fortunes
kalked
made
the
father
sad
,
Sutch
wofull
haps
were
found
to
be
therein
:
Which
to
auouch
,
writ
in
a
rotten
Skin
,
A
prophesy
was
found
which
sayd
a
G.
Of
Edwards
children
should
destruction
be
.
Hee
to
bee
G.
because
my
name
was
George
,
My
brother
thought
,
and
therefore
did
me
hate
,
But
wo
bee
to
that
wicked
heades
that
forge
Sutch
doubtfull
dreames
to
breede
vnkynde
debate
:
For
God
,
a
Gleue
,
a
Gibbet
,
Grate
,
or
Gate
,
A
Gray
,
a
Griffeth
,
or
a
Gregory
,
As
well
as
George
are
written
with
a
G.
Sutch
doubtfull
riddles
are
no
prophecies
.
For
prophecies
,
in
writinge
though
obscure
,
Are
playne
in
sence
,
the
darke
be
very
lies
:
What
God
foresheweth
is
euident
,
and
pure
,
Truth
is
no
Harold
,
nor
no
Sophist
sure
:
Shee
noteth
not
mens
Names
,
their
Shieldes
,
nor
Creasts
,
Though
she
compare
them
vnto
Byrds
,
and
Beasts
.
But
whom
she
doth
foreshewe
shall
rayne
by
force
,
She
tearms
a
Wolfe
,
a
Dragon
,
or
a
Beare
:
A
wilfull
Prince
a
raynlesse
raging
horse
.
A
Bore
,
a
Lyon
:
a
Coward
mutch
in
feare
A
Hare
,
or
Hart
:
a
crafty
,
pricked
Eare
:
A
Letcherous
,
a
Bull
,
a
Goate
,
a
Foale
:
An
vndermyner
,
a
Moldwarpe
,
or
a
Mole
.
By
knowen
beasts
thus
truth
doth
playne
declare
What
men
they
be
of
whom
she
speakes
before
.
And
who
so
can
mens
properties
compare
And
make
what
beast
they
do
resemble
more
,
Shall
soone
discerne
who
is
the
griesly
bore
.
For
God
by
beasts
expresseth
mens
condicions
,
And
not
their
Badges
,
Harroldes
,
Supersticions
.
And
learned
Merlyne
,
whom
God
gaue
the
spirite
,
To
know
,
and
vtter
Princes
Actes
to
come
,
Like
to
the
Iewishe
Prophets
,
did
recite
In
shade
of
Beasts
their
doinges
all
,
and
some
,
Expressinge
playne
by
maners
of
the
downe
,
That
Kinges
,
and
Lords
sutch
properties
should
haue
As
haue
the
beasts
,
whose
name
hee
to
them
gaue
.
Hee
knew
my
Brother
Richard
was
the
Bore
,
Whose
Tuskes
should
teare
my
Brothers
Boyes
,
and
Me
,
And
gaue
mee
warninge
thereof
longe
before
.
But
Wit
,
nor
warninge
can
in
no
degree
Let
thinges
to
hap
,
which
are
ordayn'de
to
bee
.
Witnesse
the
paynted
Lyonesse
,
which
slue
A
Prince
imprisoned
,
Lions
to
eshew
.
Hee
told
me
eke
my
yoke
fellow
should
dye
,
(
Wherein
would
God
bee
had
bin
no
deuine
)
And
after
her
death
I
should
wooe
earnestly
A
Spouse
,
whereat
my
Brother
would
repine
:
And
find
the
meanes
she
should
be
none
of
mine
.
For
which
sutch
malice
should
amonge
vs
rise
,
As
saue
my
death
no
treaty
should
decise
.
And
as
hee
sayd
so
all
thinges
came
to
passe
:
For
whan
K.
Henry
and
his
Sonne
were
slayne
,
And
euery
broyle
so
throughly
quenched
was
,
That
the
Kinge
my
Brother
quietly
did
raygne
,
I
,
reconsiled
to
his
loue
agayne
,
In
prosperous
health
did
leade
a
quiet
life
,
For
fiue
yeares
space
with
honours
laden
rife
.
And
to
augment
the
fulnesse
of
my
blisse
,
Two
louely
children
by
my
Wyfe
I
had
:
But
froward
hap
,
whose
manner
euer
is
,
In
chiefest
ioy
,
to
make
the
happy
sad
,
Bemixt
my
sweete
with
bitternes
to
bad
:
For
while
I
swim
in
ioyes
on
euery
side
,
My
louinge
Wyfe
,
my
chiefest
Iewell
dyed
.
Whose
lacke
whan
sol●
I
had
bewayled
a
yeare
,
The
Duke
of
Burgoyns
wife
dame
Margaret
My
louinge
sister
willinge
me
to
cheare
,
To
mary
agayne
did
kindly
me
intreate
:
And
wisht
me
matched
with
a
mayden
neate
,
A
step
daughter
of
hers
,
Duke
Charles
Heyre
,
A
noble
damsell
,
yonge
,
discreate
,
and
Fayre
.
To
whose
desire
because
I
did
encline
,
The
Kinge
my
brother
doubtinge
my
degree
Through
Prophecies
,
agaynst
vs
did
repine
:
And
at
no
hand
would
to
our
wils
agree
,
For
which
sutch
rancour
pearst
both
him
,
and
mee
,
That
face
to
we
fell
at
flat
defiaunce
,
But
were
appeased
by
frendes
of
our
aliaunce
.
Howbeit
my
mariage
vtterly
was
dasht
:
Wherein
because
my
seruaunt
sayd
his
minde
,
A
meane
was
sought
whereby
he
mought
he
lasht
.
And
for
they
could
no
crime
against
him
finde
,
They
forg'de
a
fault
,
the
peoples
eyes
to
blinde
,
And
tolde
he
should
by
sorceryes
pretend
,
To
bringe
the
Kinge
vnto
a
speedy
end
.
Of
all
which
poynctes
,
he
was
as
innocent
,
As
is
the
babe
that
lacketh
kindly
breath
:
And
yet
condemned
by
the
Kinges
assent
,
Most
cruelly
put
to
a
shamefull
death
.
This
fyerd
my
heart
,
as
foulder
doth
the
heath
:
So
that
I
could
not
but
exclame
,
and
cry
,
Agaynst
so
great
,
and
open
Iniury
.
For
this
I
was
commaundedd
to
the
Tower
,
The
Kinge
my
Brother
was
so
cruel
harted
:
And
whan
my
Brother
Richard
saw
the
hower
Was
come
,
for
which
his
heart
so
sore
had
smarted
,
Hee
thought
it
best
take
the
time
before
it
parted
.
For
he
endeuoured
to
attayne
the
Crowne
,
From
which
my
life
must
needes
haue
held
him
downe
.
For
though
the
Kinge
within
a
while
had
dyed
,
As
needes
hee
must
,
hee
Surfayted
so
oft
,
I
must
haue
had
his
Children
in
my
guide
So
Richard
should
beside
the
Crowne
haue
coft
:
This
made
him
ply
,
the
while
the
Waxe
was
soft
,
To
finde
a
meane
to
bringe
mee
to
an
ende
,
For
Realme
Rape
spareth
neyther
Kin
,
nor
freende
.
And
whan
hee
saw
how
reason
can
asswage
Through
length
of
time
my
Brother
Edwards
yre
.
With
forged
Tales
hee
set
him
new
i●
rage
,
Till
at
the
last
they
did
my
death
conspire
,
And
though
my
truth
sore
troubled
their
desire
,
For
all
the
worlde
did
know
mine
Innocence
,
Yet
they
agreed
to
charge
me
with
offence
.
And
couertly
,
within
the
Tower
they
cal'de
A
Quest
,
to
geue
sutch
verdite
as
they
should
:
Who
what
with
feare
,
and
what
with
fauour
thral'de
,
Durst
not
proudunce
,
but
as
my
Brethren
would
.
And
though
my
false
accusers
neuer
could
Proue
ought
they
sayd
,
I
guiltlesse
was
condemned
:
Sutch
verdites
passe
where
Iustice
is
contemned
.
This
feate
atchieued
yet
could
they
not
for
shame
Bereue
my
lyfe
by
any
common
way
,
But
like
a
Wolfe
the
Tiraunt
Richard
came
,
(
My
Brother
,
nay
Butcher
I
may
rightly
say
)
Vnto
the
Tower
,
commaundinge
all
away
,
Saue
sutch
as
were
prouided
for
the
Feate
,
Who
,
in
this
wise
did
straungely
mee
entreate
.
His
purpose
was
with
a
prepared
stringe
To
strangle
mee
:
but
I
●estird
mee
so
,
That
by
no
force
they
could
mee
thereto
bringe
,
Which
caused
him
that
purpose
to
forgo
.
How beit
they
bound
whether
I
would
or
no.
And
in
a
But
of
Malmesy
standinge
by
,
New
christened
me
because
I
should
not
cry
.
Thus
dround
I
was
yet
for
no
due
desert
,
Except
the
zeale
of
Iustice
be
a
crime
:
False
Prophecies
Bewitcht
Kinge
Edwards
hart
.
My
Brother
Richard
to
the
Crowne
would
clime
.
Note
these
three
causes
in
thy
rufull
rime
:
And
boldly
say
they
did
procure
my
fall
,
And
Death
of
Deaths
most
straunge
,
and
hard
of
all
.
And
warne
Princes
Prophecies
to
eschue
,
That
are
to
darke
,
and
doubtfull
to
be
knowen
What
God
hath
sayd
,
that
cannot
but
ensue
,
Though
all
the
World
would
haue
it
ouer
throwen
.
When
men
suppose
by
fetches
of
their
owne
To
fly
their
fate
,
they
further
on
the
the
same
,
Like
Blasts
of
Winde
,
which
oft
reuiue
the
flame
.
Will
Princes
therefore
not
to
thincke
by
murther
,
They
may
auoyde
what
Prophecies
behight
,
But
by
their
meanes
their
mischiefes
they
may
further
,
And
cause
Gods
vengeaunce
heauier
to
alight
:
Wo
worth
the
wretch
that
striues
with
Gods
foresight
.
They
are
not
wise
,
but
wickedly
do
arre
,
Which
thinke
ill
deedes
,
due
destenies
may
barre
.
For
if
we
thincke
that
Prophecies
be
true
,
Wee
must
beleeue
it
cannot
but
betide
,
Which
God
in
them
foresheweth
shall
ensue
:
For
his
decrees
vnchaunged
do
abide
,
Which
to
be
true
my
brethren
both
haue
fried
.
Whose
wicked
warks
,
warne
Princes
to
detest
,
That
others
harmes
may
kepe
them
better
blest
.
FINIS
.
BY
that
this
tragedye
was
ended
,
nighte
was
so
nere
come
that
we
could
not
conueniently
tary
together
any
longer
,
&
therfore
sayd
mayster
Ferrers
:
It
is
best
my
maisters
to
stay
here
.
For
we
be
now
come
to
the
end
of
Edward
the
fourths
raygne
.
For
the
last
whom
we
fynde
vnfortunate
therin
,
was
the
Duke
of
Clarence
:
in
whose
behalfe
I
commende
mutche
that
which
hath
bene
noted
.
Let
vs
therfore
for
this
tyme
leaue
with
him
,
and
some
other
day
when
your
leasure
will
beste
serue
let
vs
mete
here
altogether
agayne
,
And
you
shall
see
that
in
the
meane
season
I
wil
not
onlye
deuyse
vppon
this
my selfe
,
but
cause
diuers
other
of
my
acquaintaunce
whiche
can
do
verye
well
to
helpe
vs
forwarde
with
the
rest
.
To
this
euery
manne
gladly
agreed
,
how beit
(
sayd
another
)
seyng
wee
shal
end
at
Edwardes
the
fourth
end
,
let
him selfe
make
an
end
of
our
days
labour
with
the
same
oration
which
maister
Skelton
made
in
his
name
,
the
true
copy
wherof
as
hee
wrote
the
same
I
haue
here
readye
to
be
red
HOW
KINGE
EDWARDE
the
fourth
throughe
his
surfeting
and
vntemperate
life
sodainly
dyed
in
the
midst
of
his
prosperity
,
the
ninth
of
April
Anuo
.
1485
MIseremini
mei
ye
that
be
my
frends
,
This
world
hath
formed
me
down
to
fall
:
How
may
I
endure
when
that
euery
thing
endes
?
What
creature
is
borne
to
be
eternall
?
Now
there
is
no
more
but
pray
for
me
all
.
Thus
say
I
Edward
that
late
was
your
king
,
And
yeres
xxii
.
bare
Scepter
ryall
,
Some
vnto
pleasure
and
some
to
no
lyking
:
Mercy
I
aske
of
my
misdoing
,
What
auayleth
it
frendes
to
be
my
foe
?
Sith
I
cannot
resist
,
nor
amend
your
complayning
,
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
.
I
siepe
now
in
mould
as
it
is
naturall
,
As
earth
vnto
earth
hath
his
reuerture
:
What
ordaynd
God
in
the
world
uniuersall
,
Without
recourse
to
the
earth
by
nature
,
Who
to
liue
euer
may
himselfe
assure
?
What
is
it
to
trust
to
mutability
,
Sith
that
in
this
world
nothing
may
endure
?
For
now
am
I
gone
that
was
late
in
prosperity
.
To
presume
therupon
it
is
but
vanity
,
Not
certayn
but
as
a
chery
fayre
ful
of
wo
,
Rayned
not
I
of
late
in
great
felicity
,
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
Where
was
in
my
lyfe
such
a
one
as
I
,
While
Lady
Fortune
with
me
had
continuance
:
Graunted
not
she
me
to
haue
victory
,
In
England
to
raygn
and
to
contribute
Fraunce
,
She
toke
me
by
the
hand
and
led
me
adaunce
,
And
with
her
sugred
lips
on
me
she
smyled
,
But
what
for
dissembled
countenaunce
,
I
could
not
be
ware
til
I
was
beguiled
.
Now
from
this
world
she
hath
me
exiled
,
Whan
I
was
lothest
hense
for
to
go
,
And
am
in
age
who
sayth
but
a
child
,
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
.
I
had
enough
I
held
me
not
content
,
Without
remembraunce
that
I
should
dye
:
And
moreouer
to
encroch
ready
was
I
bent
,
I
knew
not
how
long
I
should
it
occupy
,
I
made
the
tower
strong
I
wist
not
why
,
I
knew
not
to
whom
I
purchased
Tater
sall
.
I
mended
Douer
on
the
mountayne
hye
.
And
London
I
prouoked
to
fortify
the
wall
,
I
made
Notingham
a
place
full
royall
.
Windsore
,
Eltam
,
and
many
other
mo
,
Yet
at
the
last
I
went
from
them
all
.
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
.
Where
is
now
my
conquest
and
victory
?
Where
is
my
riches
and
royal
aray
?
Wher
be
my
coursers
and
my
horses
hye
?
Wher
is
my
mirth
,
my
solace
,
and
my
play
?
As
vanity
to
nought
els
is
withred
away
:
O
Lady
Bes
long
for
me
may
you
call
,
For
I
am
departed
vntil
,
domes
day
:
But
loue
you
that
Lord
that
is
souerayn
of
all
.
Where
be
my
Castels
and
buildings
royal
?
But
Wyndsore
alone
now
haue
I
no
moe
,
And
of
Eton
the
prayers
perpetuall
,
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
.
Why
should
a
man
be
proude
or
presume
hye
,
Saynt
Barnarde
therof
nobly
doth
treate
,
Saying
a
man
is
but
a
sacke
of
stercory
,
And
shal
return
into
wormes
meate
:
Why
what
became
of
Alexander
the
great
?
Or
els
of
strong
Sampson
,
who
can
tell
,
Were
not
wormes
ordaynd
their
flesh
to
freate
?
And
of
Salamon
that
was
of
wit
the
wel
,
Absolon
profered
his
heere
for
to
sel
,
Yet
for
his
bewty
wormes
eate
him
also
And
I
but
late
in
honours
did
excell
,
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
.
I
haue
playd
my
pageant
,
now
am
I
past
,
Ye
wote
wel
all
I
was
of
no
greate
elde
.
Thus
al
thinges
concluded
shal
be
at
the
last
When
death
approcheth
then
lost
is
the
stelde
:
Then
seyng
this
world
me
no
longer
vphelde
,
For
naught
would
conserue
me
here
in
this
place
,
In
manus
tuas
domine
my
spirit
vp
I
yelde
,
Humbly
beseching
thee
O
God
of
thy
grace
O
you
curteous
commons
your
hartes
embrace
Beningly
now
to
pray
for
me
also
.
For
right
wel
ye
know
your
king
I
was
.
Et
ecce
nunc
in
puluere
dormio
FINIS
.
WHan
this
was
red
euery
man
for
the
time
tooke
his
leaue
of
other
,
and
departed
(
for
then
it
waxed
darke
)
appoyntinge
a
newe
day
of
meting
which
being
com
we
met
altogether
agayn
.
And
when
we
hadde
saluted
one
an
other
,
then
one
toke
the
booke
and
began
to
reade
the
story
of
kyng
Edward
the
fyft
(
for
there
we
left
)
and
when
he
came
to
the
apprehending
of
the
Lord
Riuers
:
stay
there
I
pray
you
(
sayd
I
)
for
here
is
his
complaynt
.
For
the
better
vnderstanding
wherof
you
must
ymagine
that
he
was
accompanied
with
the
Lord
Richard
Gray
,
Hawt
,
and
Clapham
,
whose
infortunes
he
be
waileth
after
this
maner
.
HOW
SIR
ANTHONY
WOD
vile
Lord
Riuers
and
Scales
,
gouernour
of
Prince
Edward
was
with
his
nephu
Lord
Richard
Gray
,
and
other
causelesse
imprisoned
and
cruelly
murdered
.
An.
1483
AS
sely
suters
letted
by
delayes
To
shew
theyr
prince
the
meaning
of
the
mynd
That
long
haue
bought
their
brokers
ye
as
&
naies
And
neuer
the
nyer
:
do
dayly
wayt
to
fynde
The
princes
grace
from
wayghty
affayrs
vntwynde
:
Which
tyme
attayned
by
attending
al
the
yeare
,
The
weried
prince
wil
then
no
suters
heare
:
My
cause
was
such
not
many
dayes
a
goe
,
For
after
brute
had
blazed
al
abroade
That
one
Baldwin
by
help
of
other
moe
,
Of
fame
or
shame
fallen
princes
would
vnloade
,
Out
from
our
graues
we
stert
without
abode
,
And
pre●ced
forth
among
the
ruful
rout
That
sought
to
haue
their
doings
voulted
out
.
But
when
I
had
long
tended
for
my
turne
To
tel
my
tale
as
dyuers
other
did
:
In
hope
I
should
no
lenger
while
soiourne
But
from
my
sutes
haue
spedely
bene
rid
,
Whan
course
and
place
both
orderly
had
hid
Me
shew
my
mynd
,
&
I
prepard
to
say
The
hearers
paused
arose
and
went
their
way
.
These
doubtful
doings
draue
me
to
my
dumps
,
Vncertayne
what
shoulde
moue
them
so
to
do
:
I
feared
lest
affections
lothly
lumps
,
Or
inward
grudge
,
had
moued
them
therto
.
Whose
wicked
stinges
al
storyes
truth
vndo
.
Oft
causing
good
to
be
reported
ill
,
Or
dround
in
suds
of
Laethes
muddy
swill
.
For
hitherto
sly
wryters
wily
wits
Which
haue
engrossed
princes
chiefe
affayrs
,
Haue
bene
like
horses
snaffled
with
the
bittes
Of
fancy
,
feare
,
or
doubtes
ful
dipe
dispayres
,
Whose
rains
enchayned
to
the
chefest
chayrs
,
Haue
so
bene
strayned
of
those
that
ba●e
the
stroke
That
truth
was
forst
to
chew
or
els
to
choke
.
This
caused
such
as
lothed
lowd
to
lye
,
To
passe
with
silence
sundry
prynces
liues
,
Lesse
fault
it
is
to
leaue
then
lead
awrye
:
And
better
draund
then
euer
bound
in
gyues
,
For
fatal
fraud
this
world
so
fondly
dryues
.
That
what
soeuer
wryters
braynes
may
brue
Be
it
neuer
so
false
,
at
length
is
cane
for
true
.
What
harme
may
hap
by
helpe
of
lying
pens
,
How
written
lies
may
lewdly
be
maintaynde
,
The
lothly
rytes
,
the
deuilish
idoll
dens
:
With
giltles
bloud
of
vertuous
men
beslainde
,
Is
such
a
profe
as
all
good
hartes
haue
plainde
.
The
taly
grounds
of
storyes
throughly
●ryes
,
The
death
of
Martirs
vengeance
on
it
cryes
.
Far
better
therfore
not
to
wryte
at
all
,
Then
stayne
the
truth
for
any
manner
cause
,
For
this
they
meane
to
let
my
story
fall
:
(
Thought
I
and
ere
my
tyme
my
volume
clause
,
But
after
I
knew
it
onely
was
a
pause
Made
purposely
,
most
for
the
readers
ease
Assure
thee
Baldwin
,
highly
it
did
me
please
.
For
freshest
wits
I
know
wil
sone
be
weary
,
In
reading
long
what
euer
booke
it
be
,
Except
it
be
vayn
matter
straunge
or
mery
,
Wel
saust
with
lyes
and
glared
al
with
glee
With
which
because
no
graue
truth
may
agree
,
The
closest
stile
for
storyes
is
the
metest
,
In
rufull
moads
the
shortest
fourme
is
swetest
,
And
sith
the
playntes
already
by
thee
pende
,
Are
briefe
enough
,
the
number
also
small
,
The
tediousnes
I
thinke
doth
none
offend
,
Saue
such
as
haue
no
lust
to
learn
at
all
,
Regard
none
such
:
no
matter
what
they
brall
.
Warne
thou
the
wary
lest
they
hap
to
stumble
,
As
for
the
carelesse
,
care
not
what
they
mumble
.
My
lyfe
is
such
as
(
if
thou
note
it
wel
)
May
cause
the
wise
,
and
welthy
to
beware
.
For
their
sakes
therfore
playnly
wil
I
tel
,
How
false
and
combrous
worldy
honours
are
,
How
can●cred
foes
,
bring
carles
folke
to
care
How
tyrantes
suffered
and
not
queld
in
tyme
Do
cut
their
throtes
that
suffer
them
to
clyme
.
Neither
wil
I
hyde
the
chefest
poynt
of
all
Which
wisest
rulers
least
of
all
regarde
.
That
was
and
wil
because
of
many
a
fall
,
This
cannot
be
to
earnestly
declarde
▪
Because
it
is
so
seeld
and
slackly
heard
.
The
abuse
and
scorning
of
Gods
ordinaunces
,
Is
chefest
cause
of
care
and
woful
chaunces
.
Gods
holy
orders
highly
are
abused
,
Whan
men
do
chaunge
their
ends
for
straunge
respectes
:
They
scorned
are
,
when
they
be
clean
refused
For
that
they
cannot
serue
out
fond
affectes
,
The
one
our
shame
the
other
our
sinne
detectes
.
It
is
a
shame
for
Christians
to
abuse
them
,
But
deadly
sinne
for
scorners
to
refuse
them
I
meane
not
this
al
onely
of
degrees
,
Ordaynd
by
God
for
peoples
preseruation
,
But
of
his
law
,
good
orders
,
and
decrees
,
Prouyded
his
creatures
conseruation
And
specially
the
state
of
procreation
Wherin
we
▪
here
the
number
of
them
encrease
Which
shal
in
heauen
enioy
eternal
peace
.
The
onely
end
why
God
ordained
this
,
Was
for
the
encreasing
of
that
blessed
number
For
whom
he
hath
prepard
eternal
blisse
,
They
that
refuse
it
for
the
care
or
cumber
Being
apt
therto
are
in
a
sinful
slumber
:
No
fonde
respect
,
no
vayne
deuysed
vowes
Can
quit
or
bar
what
God
in
charge
allowes
.
It
is
not
good
for
man
to
liue
alone
Sayd
God
:
and
therfore
made
he
him
a
make
:
Sole
life
sayd
Chryst
is
graunted
few
or
none
,
All
seede
sheders
are
bounde
like
wife
to
take
:
Yet
not
for
lust
,
for
landes
or
riches
sake
,
But
to
beget
and
foster
so
their
fruite
That
heauen
and
earth
be
stored
with
the
suit
.
But
as
this
state
is
damnable
refused
Of
Many
apt
and
able
thereunto
,
So
is
it
likewyse
wickedly
abused
Of
al
that
vse
it
as
they
should
not
doe
:
Wher̄in
are
gylty
al
the
gredye
who
For
gayne
,
for
frendship
,
land
,
or
honours
wed
,
And
these
pollute
the
vndefyled
bed
.
And
therfore
God
through
Iustice
cannot
cease
To
plague
these
faultes
with
sundry
sorts
of
whips
:
As
disagrement
,
healths
or
wealths
decrease
.
Or
lothing
sore
the
neuer
liked
lips
,
Disdayne
also
with
rigour
sometyme
nyps
Presuming
mates
vnequally
that
match
:
Some
bitter
leauen
sowers
the
musty
batch
.
We
worldly
folke
accompt
him
very
wyse
That
hath
the
wit
most
welthily
to
wed
.
By
al
means
therfore
alwayse
we
deuyse
To
see
out
issue
rich
in
spousals
sped
.
We
buy
and
sell
rich
orphanes
:
babes
scant
bred
Must
mary
ere
they
know
what
mariage
meanes
.
Boyes
marry
old
trots
,
old
fooles
wed
yong
queans
We
call
this
wedding
which
in
any
wyse
Can
be
no
mariage
but
pollucion
playne
.
A
new
found
trade
of
humain
marchandise
,
The
deuils
net
a
filthy
fleshly
gayne
:
Of
kynd
and
nature
an
vnnatural
stayne
:
A
foule
abuse
of
gods
most
holy
order
And
yet
alloud
almost
in
euery
border
.
Would
god
I
wer
the
last
that
shal
haue
cause
Agaynst
this
creping
cankar
to
complayne
,
That
men
wold
so
regard
their
makers
laws
That
al
wold
leaue
the
lewdnes
of
their
brain
That
holy
orders
holy
might
remayne
.
That
our
respects
in
wedding
shuld
not
choke
The
end
&
fruit
of
gods
most
holy
yoke
.
The
sage
king
Solon
after
that
he
saw
,
What
mischifs
folow
missought
mariages
,
To
barre
al
baits
,
established
this
law
.
No
frend
nor
father
shal
geue
heritages
,
Coyne
,
cattel
,
stuffe
,
or
other
cariages
,
With
any
mayd
for
dowry
or
wedding
sale
By
any
meane
on
pain
of
banning
bale
.
Had
this
good
lawe
in
England
bene
in
force
,
My
father
had
not
so
cruelly
bene
slayne
.
My
brother
had
not
causeles
lost
his
corps
.
Our
mariage
had
not
bred
vs
such
disdain
,
My self
had
lackt
great
part
of
greuous
pain
We
wedded
wyues
for
dignitye
and
lands
And
left
our
liues
in
enmies
bloudy
handes
.
My
father
highte
Sir
Richard.
Wooduile
he
Espousde
the
Duches
of
Bedforde
,
&
by
her
Had
issue
males
my
brother
Iohn
,
and
mee
Called
Anthony
kinge
Edward
did
preferre
Vs
farre
aboue
the
state
wherin
we
were
.
For
he
espoused
our
sister
Elizabeth
Whom
Sir
Iohn
Gray
made
widow
by
his
death
:
How
glad
were
we
think
you
of
this
aliance
So
nerely
coupled
with
so
noble
a
king
,
Who
durst
with
any
of
vs
bene
at
defiance
.
Thus
made
of
might
the
mightiest
to
wring
But
sie
what
cares
do
highest
honors
bring
,
What
carelesnes
our
selus
or
frends
to
know
Whot
spyte
and
enuy
both
of
high
&
lowe
.
Because
the
kinge
had
made
our
sister
Quene
It
was
his
honoure
to
preferre
hir
kin
.
And
sith
the
rediest
way
,
as
wysest
weene
,
Was
first
by
wedding
welthy
heirs
to
win
,
It
pleased
the
prince
in
like
meane
to
begyn
To
me
he
gaue
the
rych
lord
Scales
his
heire
,
A
vertuous
mayd
in
myne
eye
very
fayre
.
He
ioyned
to
my
brother
Iohn
,
the
olde
Duches
of
Norfolke
notable
of
fame
:
My
nephue
Thomas
(
who
had
in
his
holde
The
honor
and
right
of
Marquis
Dorcets
name
)
Espoused
Cicelie
a
right
welthy
dame
Lord
Bonuiles
heyre
:
by
whom
he
was
possest
In
all
the
rytes
wher
through
that
house
was
blest
The
honours
that
my
father
atteind
were
diuers
First
Chamberlayne
,
then
constable
he
was
,
I
do
omit
the
gaynfullest
Earle
Riuers
,
Thus
glistred
we
in
glory
cleare
as
glasse
Such
miracles
can
princes
bring
to
passe
Amonge
their
lieges
whom
they
mynd
to
heaue
To
honors
false
,
who
al
their
gestes
deceiue
Honors
are
like
that
cruel
king
of
Thrace
,
With
new
com
gestes
that
fed
his
hungry
horses
Or
lyke
the
tyrant
Busiris
whose
grace
Offred
his
gods
al
straungers
strangled
corses
.
To
forreiners
so
hard
false
honors
force
is
That
all
her
bourdens
,
strangers
either
geastes
.
She
spoyles
to
feede
her
Gods
and
gredy
beastes
Her
Gods
be
those
whom
God
by
law
or
lot
.
Or
kynd
by
byrth
,
doth
place
in
highest
rowmes
Her
beastes
be
such
as
gredely
haue
got
Office
or
charge
to
guyde
the
sely
gromes
.
These
officers
in
law
or
charge
are
bromes
,
That
swepe
away
the
swete
from
symple
wretches
,
And
spoyle
the
enryched
by
their
crafty
fetches
.
These
plucke
downe
those
whom
princes
set
aloft
,
By
wrestyng
lawes
,
and
false
conspiracies
Yey
kynges
themselues
by
these
are
spoyled
oft
,
When
wilful
princes
carlesly
despyse
To
heare
th
oppressed
peoples
heauy
cryes
.
Nor
wil
correct
their
pollinge
theues
then
god
,
Doth
make
those
reues
the
retchles
princes
rod.
The
second
Richard
is
a
profe
of
this
Whom
crafty
Lawyers
by
their
lawes
deposed
.
An other
patern
good
king
Henry
is
Whose
right
by
them
haue
diuersly
bene
glosed
,
Good
whyle
he
grew
,
●ad
when
he
was
vnrosed
,
And
as
the
foadred
these
and
diuers
other
With
like
deceit
they
vsed
the
kyng
my
brother
.
While
he
preuayled
they
sayd
he
owed
the
crown
,
Al
lawes
and
rightes
agreed
with
the
same
But
when
by
dryftes
he
semed
to
be
downe
.
Al
lawes
and
right
extremely
did
him
blame
Nought
saue
vsurpinge
traylour
was
his
name
.
So
constantly
the
Iudges
construe
lawes
,
That
all
agre
stil
with
the
stronger
cause
.
These
as
I
sayd
,
and
other
like
in
charge
Are
honors
horses
whom
she
fedes
with
gests
,
For
al
whom
princes
franckly
do
inlarge
With
dignityes
these
barke
at
in
their
breastes
:
Their
spight
,
their
might
,
their
falshode
neuer
rests
.
Till
they
deuour
them
:
sparing
neither
bloud
,
Ne
limme
,
ne
life
,
and
al
to
get
their
good
.
The
Earle
of
warwicke
was
a
praunsing
courser
The
hauty
hart
of
his
could
beare
no
mate
:
Our
welth
through
him
waxt
many
a
tyme
the
worser
So
cankardly
he
had
our
kin
in
hate
.
He
troubled
oft
the
kings
vnstedy
state
And
that
because
he
would
not
be
his
warde
To
wed
and
worke
as
he
should
list
a
ward
.
He
spyted
vs
because
we
were
preferd
By
mariage
to
dignities
so
great
,
But
craftely
his
mallice
be
deferd
Till
traiterously
be
found
meanes
to
entreat
Our
brother
of
Clarence
to
assist
his
feate
:
Whom
when
he
had
by
mariage
to
him
bounde
,
Then
wrought
he
straight
our
linage
to
confound
.
Through
slaunderous
brutes
he
brued
many
a
broyle
Throughout
the
realme
,
against
the
king
my
brother
And
raysed
traiterours
rebels
thirsting
spoyle
To
murder
men
:
of
whom
among
all
other
One
Ro●in
of
Riddesdale
many
a
soule
did
smother
His
rascall
table
at
my
father
wroth
Tooke
sier
and
sonne
,
and
quicke
beheaded
both
.
This
haynous
act
although
the
king
betested
,
Yet
was
he
faine
to
pardon
for
the
route
Of
rebelles
all
the
realme
so
sore
infested
,
That
every
way
assayld
he
stode
in
doubt
:
And
though
he
were
of
courage
bighe
and
stout
,
Yet
he
assayd
by
fayre
meane
to
asswage
His
enemyes
ire
,
reueyld
by
rebels
rage
.
But
Warwicke
was
not
pacifyed
thus
,
His
constant
rancoure
causeles
was
extreme
No
meane
could
serue
my
quarel
to
discus
,
Til
he
had
driuen
the
king
out
of
the
realme
.
Neither
would
he
then
be
awaked
from
his
dreame
.
For
when
my
brother
was
come
and
placed
agayne
,
He
stinted
not
til
he
was
stoutly
slayne
.
Than
grew
the
king
and
Realme
to
quiet
rest
,
Our
stocke
and
frends
stil
flying
higher
and
higher
,
The
Quene
with
children
fruitefully
was
blest
I
gouernd
them
,
it
was
the
kinges
desire
.
This
set
their
vncles
furiously
on
fyer
,
That
we
the
Quenes
bloud
wer
assignde
to
gouerne
The
prince
,
not
they
,
the
kings
own
bloud
&
brethern
.
This
caused
the
Duke
of
Clarence
so
to
chafe
That
with
the
king
hee
braynles
fel
at
bate
:
The
counsayle
warely
for
to
kepe
him
safe
From
raysing
tumultes
as
he
did
of
late
,
Imprisoned
him
:
wher
through
his
brothers
hate
He
was
condemnde
,
and
murdred
in
such
sort
As
he
himselfe
hath
truely
made
report
,
Was
none
abhorred
these
mischiefs
more
then
I
Yet
could
I
not
be
therwith
discontented
,
Considering
that
his
rancour
touched
me
ny
,
Els
would
my
conscience
neuer
haue
consented
.
To
wish
him
harme
,
could
be
haue
bene
contented
.
But
feare
of
hurt
,
for
sauegard
of
our
state
Doth
cause
more
mischiefe
then
desert
or
hate
.
Such
is
the
state
that
many
wish
to
beare
,
That
either
we
must
with
others
bloud
be
staynd
Or
leade
our
lyues
continually
in
feare
,
You
mounting
myndes
behold
here
what
is
gaynd
By
combrous
honour
painfully
attaynd
:
A
damned
soule
for
murdring
them
that
hate
you
,
Or
doubtful
lyfe
in
daunger
lest
they
mate
you
,
The
cause
(
I
thinke
)
why
some
of
high
degree
Do
deadly
hate
all
sekers
to
assend
,
Is
this
:
The
cloyne
contented
cannot
be
With
any
state
til
tyme
he
apprehend
The
highest
top
:
for
therto
clymers
tende
.
Which
seldome
is
attaind
without
the
wracke
Of
those
betwene
,
that
stay
and
bare
him
backe
.
To
saue
themselues
they
therfore
are
compeld
To
hate
such
clymers
,
and
with
wit
and
power
To
compas
means
where
through
they
may
be
queld
Ere
they
assend
their
honours
to
deuour
.
This
causde
the
Duke
of
Clarence
frowne
and
lowre
At
me
and
other
,
whom
the
king
promoted
To
dignityes
:
wherin
he
madly
doted
.
For
seeinge
we
were
his
dere
allied
frendes
,
Our
furderaunce
should
rather
haue
made
him
glad
Than
Enmy
like
to
wyshe
our
wofull
endes
.
Wee
were
the
nearest
Kinsfolke
that
he
had
.
Wee
ioyed
with
him
his
sorrow
made
vs
sad
:
But
he
esteemed
so
mutch
his
paynted
sheath
That
he
disdayn'de
the
loue
of
all
beneath
.
But
see
how
sharply
God
reuengeth
sinne
:
As
hee
maligned
mee
,
and
many
other
His
faythfull
Frendes
,
and
kindest
of
his
kin
,
So
Richard
Duke
of
Glocester
,
his
very
Brother
,
Maligned
him
,
and
beastly
did
him
Smouther
.
A
Deuilish
deede
,
a
most
vnkindly
part
,
Yet
iust
reuenge
for
his
vnnaturall
hart
.
Although
this
Brother
Queller
,
Tyrant
fell
Enuied
our
State
,
as
mutch
,
and
more
than
he
:
Yet
did
his
cloakinge
Flattery
so
excell
To
all
our
Frendes
ward
,
chiefly
vnto
me
,
That
he
appeard
,
our
trusty
stay
to
bee
:
For
outwardly
he
wrought
,
our
State
to
furder
,
Where
inwardly
he
minde
nought
saue
murder
.
Thus
in
appearaunce
who
but
I
was
blest
?
The
chiefest
honours
heaped
on
my
head
:
Beloued
of
all
,
enioying
quiet
rest
,
The
froward
Prince
by
me
alone
was
led
,
A
Noble
Impe
,
to
all
good
vertues
bred
:
The
Kinge
my
Liege
without
my
counsayle
knowne
,
Agreed
nought
:
though
wisest
were
his
owne
.
But
quiet
blisse
in
no
state
lasteth
longe
Assayled
still
by
mischiefe
many
wayes
:
Whose
spoylinge
battry
glowinge
hote
,
and
stronge
,
No
flowinge
wealth
,
no
force
nor
Wisedome
staies
Her
smoakelesse
Poulder
beaten
Souldiers
staies
.
By
open
force
,
foule
mischiefe
oft
preuayls
,
By
secert
sleight
,
she
seeld
her
purpose
fayls
.
The
Kinge
was
bent
to
mutch
to
foolish
pleasure
,
In
banquetinge
he
had
so
great
delight
:
This
made
him
grow
in
grosnesse
out
of
measure
,
Which
,
as
it
kindleth
carnall
appetite
,
So
quencheth
it
the
liuelynesse
of
the
spirite
.
Whereof
ensue
sutch
Sicknesse
,
and
diseases
As
none
can
cure
saue
death
that
all
displeases
.
Through
this
fault
furdered
by
his
Brothers
fraud
(
Now
God
forgeue
mee
if
I
Iudge
amisse
)
Or
through
that
beast
his
ribald
or
his
Baud
That
larded
still
these
sinfull
lusts
of
his
,
He
sodaynly
forsooke
all
worldly
blisse
.
That
loathed
leach
,
that
neuer
welcome
death
,
Through
Spasmous
humours
stopped
vp
his
breath
.
That
tyme
lay
I
at
Ludloe
,
Wales
his
border
,
For
with
the
Prince
the
Kinge
had
sent
me
thyther
To
stay
the
Robberies
,
Spoyle
,
and
foule
disorder
,
Of
diuers
Outlawes
gathered
there
together
:
Whole
bandinge
tend●d
no
man
wist
well
whither
Whan
these
by
wisdome
safly
were
suppressed
,
Came
woful
newes
,
our
Soueraigne
was
deceassed
.
The
griefe
whereof
when
reason
was
asswaged
,
Because
the
Prince
remayned
in
my
guide
,
For
his
defence
great
store
of
men
I
waged
,
Doubtinge
the
stormes
which
at
sutch
tyme
betide
.
But
while
I
there
thus
warely
did
prouide
,
Commaundement
came
to
send
them
home
agayne
And
bringe
the
Kinge
thence
with
his
houshold
trayn●
.
This
charge
sent
from
the
Counsayle
,
and
the
Queene
,
Though
mutch
agaynst
my
minde
I
beast
obayed
:
The
deuill
himselfe
wrought
all
the
drift
I
weene
,
Because
he
would
haue
Innocentes
betrayed
:
For
ere
the
Kinge
were
halfe
his
way
conueyed
,
A
sort
of
Traytours
falsely
him
betrapt
A
caught
afore
,
and
close
in
Prison
clapt
.
The
Duke
of
Glocester
that
incarnate
deuill
Confedred
with
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
With
the
Lord
Hastings
,
hasty
both
to
euill
To
meete
the
Kinge
in
mourninge
habite
came
,
(
A
cruell
Wolfe
though
clothed
like
a
Lambe
)
And
at
Northampton
,
where
as
than
I
bayted
They
tooke
their
Inne
as
they
one
mee
had
wayted
.
The
Kinge
that
night
at
Stonystratford
lay
,
A
towne
to
small
to
harbour
all
his
Trayne
:
This
was
the
cause
why
he
was
gone
away
While
I
with
other
did
behinde
remayne
.
But
will
you
see
how
falsely
frends
can
fayne
?
Not
Sinon
sly
,
whose
fraude
best
Fame
rebukes
,
Was
halfe
so
subtle
as
these
double
Dukes
.
First
to
myne
Inne
,
commeth
in
my
brother
false
Embraceth
mee
:
well
met
good
Brother
Scales
,
And
weepes
withall
:
the
other
me
enhalse
Which
welcome
Coosin
,
now
welcome
out
of
Wales
O
happy
day
,
for
now
all
stormy
gales
Of
strife
,
and
Rancour
vtterly
are
swaged
,
And
wee
our
own
to
liue
,
or
dye
vnwaged
,
This
proferd
seruice
,
Saust
wich
Salutacions
Immoderate
,
might
cause
mee
to
suspect
:
For
commonly
in
all
Dissimulations
Th'
exces
of
glaueringe
doth
the
guile
derect
:
Reason
refuseth
falsehoode
to
dyrect
,
The
will
therefore
for
feare
of
beinge
spyde
,
Exceedeth
meane
,
because
it
wanteth
guyde
.
This
is
the
cause
why
sutch
as
fayne
to
weepe
Do
howle
outright
,
or
waylinge
cry
ah
,
Teringe
them selues
,
&
strayninge
Sighes
most
deepe
.
Why
sutch
Dissemblers
as
would
seeme
to
laugh
Breath
not
tibhee
,
but
bray
out
,
hah
,
hah
hah
.
Why
Beggers
fayninge
Brauery
are
the
proud'st
?
Why
Cowards
bragginge
boldnesse
wrangle
loud'st
?
For
commonly
all
that
do
counterfayte
In
any
thinge
,
exceede
the
naturall
meane
,
And
that
for
feare
of
faylinge
in
their
feate
.
But
these
Conspirers
couched
all
so
cleane
,
Through
close
demeanour
,
that
their
wiles
did
weane
My
heart
from
doubtes
,
so
many
a
false
deuice
They
forged
fresh
,
to
hyde
their
enterprise
.
They
Supt
with
me
propoundinge
freendly
talke
Of
our
Affairs
,
still
geuinge
mee
the
prayse
.
And
euer
amonge
the
Cups
to
mee
ward
walke
:
I
drincke
to
you
good
Cuz
,
ech
Traytour
sayes
,
Our
banquet
done
when
they
should
go
their
wayes
They
tooke
their
leaue
,
oft
withinge
mee
good
Night
As
haertely
as
any
Creature
might
.
A
noble
heart
they
say
is
Lyon
lyke
,
It
cannot
couche
,
dissemble
,
crouch
,
nor
fayne
,
How
Villanous
were
these
,
and
how
vnlike
?
Of
noble
Stocke
the
most
Ignoble
stayne
.
Their
Woluish
hearts
.
their
Trayterous
Foxly
brayne
Eyther
proue
them
base
,
of
rascall
race
engendred
Or
from
hault
Lynage
Bastardlike
degendred
.
Sutch
polling
heads
as
prayse
for
prudent
pollicy
False
Practises
.
I
wishe
were
pact
on
Poales
.
I
meane
the
Bastard
saw
broode
,
which
can
molify
All
kinde
of
causes
in
their
crafty
nolles
.
These
vndermine
all
vertue
,
blynde
as
molles
,
They
bloster
wronge
,
they
racke
,
and
straiue
the
right
And
prayse
for
Law
,
both
Malice
,
Fraud
,
and
Might
.
These
quench
the
worthy
Flames
of
noble
kinde
,
Prouokinge
best
borne
to
the
basest
vices
,
Through
crafts
they
make
the
bouldest
Courage
blinde
,
Dislikinge
highly
valiant
enterprises
:
And
praysinge
vily
,
villanous
deuices
.
These
make
the
Bore
a
Hog
,
the
Bull
an
Oxe
,
The
Swan
a
Goose
,
the
Lyon
a
Wolfe
,
or
Foxe
.
The
Lawyer
Catesby
and
his
crafty
feers
A
rout
that
neuer
did
good
in
any
Realme
,
Are
they
that
had
transformed
these
noble
Peers
:
They
turn'de
their
bloud
to
melancholicke
fleume
.
Their
courage
hault
to
cowardise
extreame
Their
Force
,
and
Manhoode
,
into
Fraud
,
and
Malice
,
Their
Wit
to
wiles
:
stout
Hector
into
Paris
.
These
Glauerers
gone
,
my selfe
to
rest
I
layde
,
And
doubtinge
nothinge
,
soundly
fell
a
sleepe
:
But
sodainly
my
seruants
sore
afraide
A
waked
me
:
and
drawinge
sighes
full
deepe
,
Alas
(
quoth
one
)
my
Lord
we
are
hetraide
.
How
so
(
quoth
I
)
the
Dukes
are
gone
their
waies
,
They
haue
barred
the
Gates
,
and
borne
away
the
Keyes
.
While
he
thus
spake
,
there
came
into
my
mynde
This
fearefull
dreame
,
whereout
I
waked
was
:
I
sawe
a
Riuer
stopt
with
stormes
of
winde
Where
through
a
Swan
,
a
Bull
,
&
Bore
did
passe
.
Fraunchinge
the
fish
,
and
fry
,
with
teath
of
brasse
,
The
Riuer
dried
vp
saue
a
litle
streame
Which
at
the
last
did
water
all
the
Realme
.
Me
thought
this
streame
did
drowne
the
cruell
Bore
,
In
little
space
,
it
grew
so
deepe
,
and
brode
:
But
he
had
kil'de
the
Bull
,
and
Swan
before
.
Besides
all
this
I
sawe
an
oughly
Tode
Crall
toward
me
,
on
which
me
thought
I
trode
:
But
what
became
of
her
,
or
what
of
me
My
sodayne
wakinge
would
not
let
me
see
.
These
dreames
considered
with
this
sodayne
newes
So
diuers
from
their
doings
ouer
night
,
Did
cause
me
not
a
litle
for
to
muse
,
I
blest
me
,
and
ryse
in
all
the
hast
I
might
,
By
this
,
Aurora
spred
abroade
the
light
.
Which
fro
the
endes
of
Phoebus
beams
she
tooke
Who
than
the
Bulls
chiefe
Gallery
forsooke
.
When
I
had
opened
the
window
to
looke
out
There
might
I
see
the
streates
ech
where
beset
,
My
Inne
on
ech
side
compassed
about
With
armed
watchmen
,
all
escapes
to
let
Thus
had
these
Neroes
caught
me
in
their
Net.
But
to
what
ende
,
I
could
not
throughly
gesse
,
Sutch
was
my
playnnesse
,
sutch
their
doublenesse
.
My
Conscience
was
so
clere
I
could
not
doubt
Their
deadly
drift
,
which
lesse
apparant
lay
,
Because
they
caus'de
their
men
retourne
the
rout
That
yode
toward
Stonistratford
as
they
say
,
Because
the
Dukes
will
first
be
there
to
day
:
For
this
(
thought
I
)
they
hinder
me
in
ieast
,
For
guiltlesse
mindes
do
easely
deeme
the
best
.
By
this
the
Dukes
were
come
into
mine
Inne
For
they
were
lodged
in
another
by
,
I
got
me
to
them
thinking
it
a
sinne
Within
my
Chamber
cowardly
to
lye
.
And
merely
I
asked
my
brother
why
He
vsed
me
so
?
he
sterne
in
euill
sadnesse
Cried
out
:
I
arrest
the
Traytour
for
thy
badnesse
,
How
so
(
quoth
I
)
whence
riseth
your
suspition
?
Thou
art
a
Traitour
(
quoth
he
)
I
the
arrest
Arrest
(
quoth
I
)
why
?
where
is
your
Commission
?
He
drew
his
Weapon
,
so
did
all
the
rest
Cryinge
:
yelde
thee
Traytour
.
I
so
sore
distrest
Made
no
resistaunce
:
but
was
sent
to
warde
:
None
saue
their
seruauntes
assigned
to
my
garde
.
This
done
they
sped
them
to
the
Kinge
in
poste
,
And
after
their
humble
reuerence
to
him
done
,
They
traiterously
began
to
rule
the
roste
,
They
picked
a
quarel
to
my
sister
sonne
Lord
Richard
Gray
:
the
Kinge
would
not
be
wonne
To
agree
to
them
,
yet
they
agaynst
all
reason
,
Arrested
him
they
sayd
for
haynous
Treason
.
Sir
Thomas
Vaughan
,
and
Sir
Richard
Haule
Two
worthy
Knightes
were
likewise
apprehended
,
These
all
were
guilty
in
one
kinde
of
fault
,
They
would
not
like
the
practise
then
pretended
:
And
seeinge
the
Kinge
was
herewith
sore
offended
,
Backe
to
Northampton
they
brought
him
agayne
And
thence
discharged
most
part
of
his
Trayne
.
There
lo
!
Duke
Richard
made
himselfe
Protector
Of
Kinge
,
and
Realme
by
open
Proclamation
,
Though
neyther
Kinge
nor
Queene
were
his
Elector
,
Thus
he
presumed
by
lawlesse
vsurpation
.
But
will
you
see
his
deepe
dissimulation
?
Hee
sent
me
a
dish
of
Deinties
from
his
Borde
That
day
,
and
with
it
this
false
frendly
word
.
Commend
me
to
him
all
things
shal
be
well
,
I
am
his
frend
,
bid
him
be
of
good
cheare
:
These
newes
I
prayed
the
Messenger
go
tell
My
Nephue
Richard
,
whom
I
loued
full
deare
.
But
what
he
ment
by
well
,
now
shall
you
heare
:
He
thought
it
well
to
haue
vs
quickly
murdered
,
Which
not
longe
after
thorowly
he
furdered
.
For
strait
from
thence
we
closely
were
conuayed
From
Iayle
to
Iayle
Northward
we
wist
not
whither
:
Where
after
we
had
a
while
in
sunder
strayed
,
At
last
we
met
at
Pomfret
all
together
.
Syr
Richard
Ratcliffe
had
vs
welbome
thyther
,
Who
openly
,
all
law
,
and
right
contemned
Beheaded
vs
before
we
were
condemned
.
My
Coosin
Richard
could
not
be
content
To
leaue
his
life
,
because
he
wist
not
why
.
Good
Gentleman
that
neuer
harme
had
ment
,
Therefore
hee
asked
wherefore
hee
should
dye
:
The
Priest
his
ghostly
Father
did
replye
With
weepinge
eyes
:
I
know
one
wofull
cause
,
The
Realme
hath
neyther
righteous
Lordes
,
nor
lawes
.
Sir
Thomas
Vaughan
chasinge
cryed
still
:
This
Tyraunt
Glocester
is
the
gracelesse
G.
That
will
his
Brothers
Children
beastly
kill
.
And
least
the
people
through
his
talke
might
see
The
mischiefs
toward
,
and
thereto
not
agree
Our
Tormentour
that
false
periured
Knight
Bad
stop
our
mouthes
,
with
wordes
of
high
dispight
.
Thus
dyed
we
guiltlesse
processe
heard
we
none
,
No
cause
alleagde
,
no
Iudge
,
nor
yet
accuser
,
No
quest
empaneld
passed
vs
vppon
.
That
murdrer
Ratcliffe
,
Law
,
and
Rights
refuser
,
Did
all
to
flatter
Richard
his
abuser
.
Vnhappy
both
that
euer
they
were
borne
,
Through
guiltlesse
bloud
that
haue
their
soules
forlorne
.
In
part
I
graunt
,
I
well
deserued
this
,
Because
I
caused
not
speedy
execution
Be
done
on
Richard
for
that
murder
of
his
,
When
first
he
wrought
Kinge
Henries
close
confusion
.
Not
for
his
Brothers
hatefull
persecution
.
These
cruell
murders
paynefull
death
deserued
Which
had
be
suffred
,
many
had
bin
preserued
.
Warne
therefore
all
that
charge
,
or
office
beare
To
see
all
murdrers
speedely
executed
:
And
spare
them
not
for
fauour
or
for
feare
:
By
guiltlesse
bloud
the
earth
remaynes
polluted
.
For
lacke
of
Iustice
kingdomes
are
transmuted
.
They
that
saue
murdrers
from
deserued
payne
,
Shall
through
those
murdrers
,
miserably
be
slayne
.
FINIS
.
Whan
I
had
read
this
,
they
liked
it
very
wel
,
one
wished
that
the
combat
which
hee
fought
with
the
Bastard
of
Burgoyne
,
and
the
Honour
which
he
wan
with
both
speare
&
Axe
should
not
be
forgotten
.
Another
moued
a
question
about
a
great
matter
,
and
that
is
the
variaunce
of
the
Chronicles
about
the
Lord
Thomas
Graye
Marquise
Dorcet
:
whom
Fabian
euery
wher
calleth
the
queenes
brother
:
sir
Thomas
Moore
and
Hal
,
call
him
the
Queenes
sonne
as
hee
was
in
very
deede
.
Fabian
saith
he
was
gouernour
of
that
Prince
,
and
had
the
conueiaunce
of
him
from
Ludlo
towards
London
.
The
other
(
whom
we
follow
)
say
he
was
than
at
London
with
the
Queene
prouiding
for
the
kinges
coronation
,
and
toke
Sanctuary
with
her
as
sone
as
hee
heard
of
the
apprehending
of
his
vncle
.
This
disagreing
of
wryters
is
a
great
hindraunce
of
the
truth
,
and
no
smal
combraunce
to
such
as
be
diligent
readers
,
besides
the
harme
that
may
happen
in
succession
of
heritages
.
It
were
therefore
a
worthye
and
good
deede
for
the
nobility
,
to
cause
all
the
recordes
to
be
sought
,
and
a
true
and
perfect
Chronicle
there
out
to
be
written
Vnto
which
we
refer
the
deciding
of
this
&
of
all
other
like
controuersies
,
geuinge
this
to
vnderstand
in
the
meane
time
,
that
no
man
shall
thincke
his
title
eyther
better
or
worse
by
any
thing
that
is
written
in
any
part
of
this
treatise
.
For
the
onely
thing
which
is
purposed
herein
,
is
by
example
of
others
miseries
,
to
disswade
al
men
from
al
sinnes
and
vices
.
If
by
the
way
we
touch
any
thinge
concerninge
titles
,
we
follow
therein
Halles
Chronicle
.
And
were
wee
seeme
to
swarue
from
hys
reasons
and
causes
of
diuers
doinges
,
there
wee
gather
vppon
coniecture
sutch
things
as
seeme
most
probable
,
or
at
the
least
most
conuenient
for
the
furderaunce
of
our
purpose
.
Whan
the
reader
would
haue
proceeded
in
the
Chronicle
which
straighte
intreateth
of
the
villanous
destruction
of
the
Lord
Hastings
,
I
willed
him
to
surceas
,
because
I
had
there
hys
Tragedy
very
learnedly
penned
.
For
the
better
vnderstandinge
whereof
,
you
must
imagine
that
you
see
him
newly
crept
out
of
his
graue
,
and
speakinge
to
mee
as
followeth
.
HOW
THE
LORD
HAstings
was
Betrayed
by
trustinge
to
mutch
to
his
euill
Counsaylour
Catesby
,
and
Vilanously
murdered
in
the
Tower
of
London
by
Richard
Duke
of
Glocester
,
the.
13.
of
Iune
Anno.
1483.
I
Am
that
Hastinge
whose
to
h●sty
death
.
They
blame
that
know
wherefore
I
lost
my
breath
,
Wyth
others
fearinge
least
my
headlesse
name
Bée
wrong'de
,
by
parciall
Bruite
of
flatteringe
Fame
.
Hearinge
O
Baldwin
that
thou
mean'st
to
penne
,
The
Lyues
,
and
Fals
of
English
Noblemen
.
My selfe
here
present
,
do
Present
to
thee
My
Life
,
my
Fall
,
and
Forced
destenye
.
Ne
feare
to
stayne
thy
credite
by
my
tale
.
In
Laethes
floud
,
longe
since
,
in
Stigian
vale
.
Selfe
loue
I
drown'd
,
what
time
hath
fined
for
true
,
And
ceasseth
not
,
(
though
stale
)
still
to
renue
:
Recount
I
will
:
whereof
take
this
for
proofe
.
That
blase
I
will
my
prayse
,
and
my
reproofe
.
Wee
naked
ghosts
are
but
the
very
man
Nor
of
our selues
more
than
we
ought
,
we
scan
.
The
Heauens
high
,
and
Earthly
vale
belowe
,
Yet
ring
his
Fame
,
whose
deedes
so
great
did
grow
.
Edward
the
fourth
ye
know
vnnamed
I
meane
.
Whose
noble
nature
so
to
mee
did
leane
,
That
I
his
staffe
was
,
I
his
onely
ioy
,
And
euen
what
Pandare
was
to
him
of
Troy
.
Which
moued
him
first
,
to
create
mee
Chamberlayne
,
To
serue
his
sweetes
,
to
my
most
sower
payne
.
Wherein
,
to
iustly
praysed
for
secretnesse
(
For
now
my
guilt
with
shrikinge
I
confesse
)
To
him
to
true
,
to
vntrue
to
the
Queene
,
Sutch
hate
I
wan
,
as
lasted
long
betweene
Our
families
:
Shores
wife
was
my
Nice
cheat
,
The
holy
hore
,
and
eke
the
wily
peat
.
I
Fed
his
lust
with
louely
Peeces
so
,
That
Gods
sharp
wrath
I
purchast
,
my
iust
wo.
See
here
of
Nobles
newe
the
diuers
sourse
.
Some
vertue
rayseth
,
some
clime
by
sluttish
sorts
.
The
first
,
though
onely
of
themselues
begon
,
Yet
circle
wise
into
themselues
do
ron
.
Within
themselues
their
force
vnited
so
,
Both
endlesse
is
,
and
stronger
gainst
their
foe
.
For
,
when
endth
hit
that
neuer
hath
begon
?
Or
how
may
that
,
that
hath
no
ende
,
be
vndone
?
Th'
other
as
by
wicked
meanes
they
grue
,
And
raygned
by
flattery
,
or
violence
:
so
soone
rue
.
First
tomblinge
step
fro
honours
old
,
is
vice
.
Which
once
stept
downe
,
some
Linger
,
none
arise
To
former
type
:
But
they
catch
vertues
spray
,
Which
rayseth
them
that
climbe
by
lawfull
way
.
Beware
to
rise
by
seruinge
Princely
lust
.
Surely
to
stand
,
one
meane
is
risinge
iust
.
Which
learne
by
mee
,
whom
let
it
helpe
to
excuse
,
That
ruthfull
now
my selfe
I
do
accuse
And
that
my
Prince
I
euer
pleased
with
sutch
,
As
harmed
none
,
and
him
contented
mutch
.
In
vice
some
fauour
,
or
lesse
hate
let
win
,
That
I
ne
wryed
to
worser
ende
my
sin
.
But
vsed
my
fauour
to
the
safety
of
sutch
,
As
fury
of
later
Warre
to
liue
did
grutch
.
For
as
on
durt
(
though
durty
)
shineth
the
Sunn
:
So
,
euen
amids
my
vice
,
my
vertue
shoane
.
My selfe
I
spared
with
any
his
cheate
to
stayne
,
For
loue
or
reuerence
so
I
could
refrayne
.
Gisippus
Wyfe
erst
Titus
would
desire
With
frendships
breach
.
I
quencht
that
brutish
fire
.
Manly
hit
is
,
to
loth
the
pleasinge
lust
.
Small
vaunt
to
flye
,
that
of
constreint
thou
must
.
These
faults
except
,
if
so
my
life
thou
vb
,
Lo
!
none
I
hurt
but
furdred
euery
man
.
My
Chamber
England
was
,
my
staffe
the
law
:
Where
by
saunce
rigour
,
all
I
held
in
awe
.
So
louinge
to
all
,
so
beloued
of
all
,
As
,
(
what
ensued
vpon
my
bloudy
fall
Though
I
ne
felt
)
yet
surely
this
I
thincke
.
Full
many
a
tricklinge
teare
their
mouths
did
drincke
.
Disdayne
not
Princes
easie
accesse
,
meeke
cheare
.
We
know
then
Aungels
statelier
port
yee
beare
Of
God
himselfe
:
to
massy
a
charge
for
sprits
.
But
then
,
my
Lords
,
consider
,
he
delights
To
vayle
his
grace
to
vs
poore
earthly
wants
,
To
simplest
Shrubs
,
and
to
the
Dunghill
plants
.
Expresse
him
then
,
in
might
,
and
mercies
meane
.
So
shall
yee
winne
,
as
now
yee
rule
the
realme
.
But
all
to
longe
I
feare
do
delaye
The
many
meanes
,
whereby
I
did
be
wray
My
Zealous
will
,
to
earne
my
Princes
grace
.
Least
thou
differ
,
to
thincke
me
kinde
percase
.
As
nought
may
last
,
so
Fortunes
chaunginge
cheare
With
poutinge
lookes
gan
lower
on
my
sire
,
And
on
her
Wheele
,
aduaunst
high
in
his
roume
The
Warwicke
Earle
,
Mase
of
Christendome
.
Besides
the
temptinge
prowesse
of
the
foe
,
My
Princes
Brother
did
him
then
forgo
.
The
cause
was
liked
,
I
was
his
linked
allye
.
Yet
nor
the
cause
,
nor
Brothers
treachery
,
Nor
Enmies
force
,
nor
bande
of
mingled
bloud
:
Made
Hastings
beare
his
Prince
other
minde
then
good
.
But
tane
,
and
scaped
from
Warwicks
gripinge
Pawes
.
With
mee
hee
fled
through
fortunes
frowardst
Flawes
.
To
London
come
,
at
large
we
might
haue
seemed
,
Had
not
we
then
the
Realme
a
prison
deemed
.
Ech
Bushe
,
a
Barre
,
ech
Spray
,
a
Banner
splayed
,
Ech
House
,
a
Fort
,
out
Passage
to
haue
stayed
.
To
Linne
we
leape
,
where
while
we
awayte
the
Tide
,
My
secrete
frendes
in
secret
I
supplide
,
In
Mouth
to
mayntayne
Henry
sixt
their
King
,
By
deede
to
deuoyre
,
Edward
to
bringe
in
.
The
restlesse
,
to
barre
the
empty
Bay
,
With
waltringe
Waues
roames
wamblinge
forth
.
Away
The
mery
Mainer
hales
.
The
bragginge
Boy
,
To
Masts
high
top
vp
hies
.
In
signe
of
Ioy
The
waueringe
Flag
is
vaunst
.
The
surginge
Seas
Their
swellinge
ceasse
:
to
calmest
euen
peace
Sinkth
downe
their
pride
.
With
dronkennesse
gaynst
all
care
The
Seamen
armed
,
a
wayt
their
noble
Fare
.
On
bord
we
come
.
The
Massy
Anchors
wayde
,
One
English
Ship
,
two
Hulkes
of
Holland
,
ayde
In
sutch
a
pinch
.
So
small
tho
was
the
Trayne
,
Sutch
his
constraynt
,
that
now
,
that
one
with
payne
Commaund
he
might
,
who
late
might
many
moe
:
The
ghastly
Greekes
erst
brought
to
Tenedo
.
So
nought
is
ours
that
we
by
hap
may
lose
,
What
nearest
seemes
,
is
farthest
of
in
woes
.
As
banished
wights
,
such
ioyes
we
mought
haue
made
.
Easo
of
aye
threatning
death
that
late
we
dradde
.
But
once
our
countries
sight
(
not
care
)
exempt
,
No
harbour
shewing
,
that
myght
our
feare
relent
,
No
couert
ca●e
,
no
shrub
to
shrowde
our
liues
.
No
hollow
wood
,
no
flight
that
oft
depriues
.
The
mighty
his
pray
,
no
sanctuary
left
For
exiled
prince
,
that
shroudes
ech
slaue
for
theft
:
In
prison
pent
whose
woody
walles
to
passe
Of
no
lesse
peril
then
the
dying
was
:
With
the
Ocean
moated
battred
with
the
waues
,
(
As
chaind
at
dares
the
wretched
galley
slaues
,
At
mercy
sit
of
sea
and
enmies
shot
,
And
shonne
with
death
that
they
wit
flight
may
not
)
But
grenish
waues
,
and
heauy
lowring
skies
Al
comfort
els
forclose
our
exiled
eyes
:
Loe
loe
from
highest
top
the
slauish
boy
Sent
vp
,
with
sight
of
lande
our
hartes
to
ioy
:
Descries
at
hand
whole
fleete
of
Easterlings
As
then
whot
enmies
of
the
British
Kinges
.
The
mouse
may
somtyme
helpe
the
Lion
in
neede
The
bittle
Bee
once
spile
the
Aegles
breede
.
O
princes
seke
no
foes
.
In
your
distresse
,
The
earth
,
the
seas
,
conspyre
your
heauinesse
.
Our
foe
descried
by
flyght
we
shon
in
hast
And
lade
with
Canuas
now
the
bending
mast
The
ship
was
rackt
to
try
her
sayling
then
.
As
Squirels
clime
the
troupes
of
trusty
men
.
The
●●eresman
seekes
a
redier
course
to
runne
,
The
Souldier
stirs
,
the
Gunner
hies
to
Gunne
.
The
Fleammings
sweate
,
the
English
Ship
disdayns
To
wayte
behinde
to
beare
the
Fleammings
Trayns
.
Forth
flyeth
the
Barke
,
as
from
the
violent
Goonne
The
Pellet
pearseth
all
Stayes
,
and
stops
eftsoone
.
And
swift
she
Swyndgth
,
as
oft
in
Sunny
day
,
The
Dolphin
fleetes
in
Seas
,
in
mery
May
.
As
we
for
liues
,
so
Th'
easterlinges
for
gayne
,
Thwack
on
the
Sayles
,
and
after
make
amayne
.
Though
heuy
they
were
,
and
of
burthen
great
:
A
Kynge
to
mayster
yet
,
what
Swyne
nold
sweat
?
So
mid
the
vale
the
Brehound
seinge
start
The
fearefull
Hare
,
pursueth
Before
she
flerteth
.
And
where
she
turn'th
her
there
to
beare
.
The
one
pray
pricketh
,
the
other
safties
feare
.
So
were
we
chased
,
so
fled
we
afore
our
Foes
.
Bet
flight
then
fight
in
so
vneuen
close
.
I
end
.
Some
thincke
perhaps
,
to
long
he
staieth
In
perill
present
shewinge
his
fixed
faith
.
This
ventred
I
,
this
dread
I
did
sustaine
,
To
try
my
truth
,
my
lyfe
I
did
disdayne
.
But
,
loe
!
like
tryall
agaynst
his
ciuill
foe
,
Fayths
worst
is
tryall
,
which
is
reserued
to
woe
.
I
passe
our
scape
,
and
sharpe
returninge
home
,
Where
wee
were
welcom'd
by
our
wonted
fone
.
To
Battayle
mayne
discends
the
Empyres
right
,
At
Barnet
ioyne
the
Hoastes
in
bloudy
fight
.
There
ioyn'd
Battayles
ranged
in
sutch
array
,
As
mought
for
terrour
,
Alexander
fray
.
What
should
I
stay
to
tell
the
longe
discourse
?
Who
wan
the
Palme
?
who
bare
away
the
worse
?
Suffiseth
to
say
by
my
reserued
band
,
Our
enemies
fled
,
we
had
the
vpper
hand
.
My
iron
army
held
hee
steady
place
,
My
Prince
to
shield
,
his
feared
foe
to
chase
.
The
like
successe
befell
mee
in
Tewkesbury
field
.
My
furious
force
,
there
fors'de
perforce
to
yeeld
My
Princes
foe
:
and
render
to
my
Kinge
Her
onely
sonne
,
least
he
more
bate
might
bringe
.
Thus
hast
thou
a
mirrour
of
a
Subiectes
minde
,
Sutch
as
perhaps
is
rare
agayue
to
finde
:
The
caruinge
cuts
,
that
cleaue
the
trusty
steele
,
My
fayth
,
and
du
allegiaunce
,
could
not
feele
.
But
out
alas
,
what
praise
may
I
recount
,
That
is
not
stain'de
with
spot
,
that
doth
surmount
My
greatest
vaunt
?
bloudy
for
Warre
to
feete
A
Tiger
was
I
,
all
for
peace
vnmeete
,
A
souldiers
hands
must
oft
be
dyed
with
goare
,
Least
starke
with
rest
,
they
fi●ewd
waxe
and
hoare
.
Peace
could
I
winne
by
Warre
,
but
peace
not
vse
.
Few
dayes
enioy
he
,
who
Warlike
peace
doth
chuse
.
When
Crofts
a
Knight
presented
Henries
Heire
To
this
our
Prince
,
in
furious
moode
enquere
Of
him
he
gan
,
what
folly
or
phrensy
vayne
,
With
Arms
forst
him
to
inuade
his
Realme
?
Whom
auusweringe
that
hee
claym'd
his
fathers
right
:
With
Gauntlet
smit
,
commaunded
from
his
sight
:
Clarence
,
Glocester
,
Dorcet
,
and
I
Hastinge
slue
.
The
guilt
whereof
we
shortly
all
did
rue
.
Clarence
,
as
Cirus
,
drown'd
in
bloud
like
Wine
,
Dorcet
I
furthered
to
his
speedy
pyne
.
Of
mee
,
my selfe
am
speakinge
president
,
Nor
easier
fate
the
bristled
Boare
is
lent
.
Our
blouds
haue
payd
the
vengeaunce
of
our
guilt
,
His
fryed
bones
,
shall
broyle
for
bloud
hee
hath
spilt
.
O
waltsome
murther
,
that
attaynteth
our
fame
,
O
horrible
Traytours
wantinge
worthy
name
.
Who
as
mischieuously
of
all
men
deserue
,
As
they
merite
well
,
who
do
mens
liues
preserue
.
If
those
,
therefore
we
recken
heauenly
wights
,
These
may
we
well
deeme
Feendes
,
and
damned
Sprits
.
And
while
on
Earth
they
walke
,
disguised
deuils
,
Sworne
foes
of
vertue
,
factours
for
all
euils
.
Whose
bloudy
hands
torment
their
goared
harts
,
Through
bloudsheds
horrour
,
in
soundest
sleepe
hee
starrs
.
O
happy
World
were
the
Lions
men
,
All
Lions
should
at
least
be
spared
then
.
No
suerty
now
,
no
lasting
leage
is
bloud
.
A
meacocke
is
he
,
who
dreadth
to
see
bloud
shed
.
Old
is
the
Practise
of
sutch
bloudy
strife
,
While
ij
.
weare
Armies
.ij.
the
Issues
of
first
Wyfe
,
With
armed
hart
and
hand
,
the
one
bloudy
brother
,
With
cruell
chase
pursueth
,
and
murdreth
th'
other
.
Which
who
abhorreth
not
?
yet
who
ceaseth
to
sue
?
The
bloudye
Caynes
their
bloudye
syre
renue
.
The
horror
yet
is
like
in
common
fraies
.
For
in
ech
murther
,
brother
brother
slayes
.
Traitours
to
nature
,
countrey
kin
and
kinde
.
Whom
no
band
serueth
in
brothers
loue
to
bynde
.
O
simple
age
,
when
slaunder
slaughter
was
.
The
tonges
smal
euil
,
how
doth
this
mischiefe
passe
?
Hopest
thou
to
cloake
thy
couert
mischiefe
wrought
?
Thy
conscience
,
Caytif
,
shal
proclaime
thy
thought
.
A
vision
,
Chaucer
sheweth
,
discloasde
thy
crime
.
The
Foxe
descrie
the
crowes
and
chattring
pyen
,
And
shal
thy
fellow
felons
,
not
bewray
The
guiltlesse
death
,
whom
guiltye
handes
do
slaye
?
Vnpunished
scaped
for
hayuous
crime
some
one
,
But
vnaduenged
,
in
mynde
or
bodye
none
.
Vengeaunce
on
minde
,
the
freating
furies
take
,
The
sinful
corps
,
like
earthquake
agues
shake
.
Their
frowning
lokes
,
their
troubled
minds
bewray
,
In
hast
they
runne
,
and
mids
their
race
they
staye
,
As
gidded
Roe
.
Amids
their
speach
they
whist
,
At
mea●e
they
muse
.
No
where
they
may
persist
But
some
feare
netleth
them
.
Ay
hang
they
so
.
So
neuer
wanteth
the
wicked
murtherer
wo.
An
infant
rent
with
Lions
ramping
pawes
?
Why
slaunder
I
Lions
?
They
feare
the
sacred
lawes
Of
royal
bloud
.
Ay
me
more
brute
than
beast
.
With
enfants
sydes
,
(
Licaons
pye
)
to
feast
.
O
tyraunt
Tygers
,
O
insaciate
wolues
,
O
English
curtesie
,
monstrous
mawes
and
gulfes
.
Onely
because
our
Prince
displeasde
we
sawe
With
him
,
we
slue
him
straight
before
al
lawe
,
Before
our
Prince
commaunded
once
his
death
,
Our
bloudy
swordes
on
him
we
did
vnsheath
.
Preuenting
law
,
and
euen
our
Princes
hest
,
We
hid
our
weapons
in
the
younglings
brest
.
Whom
not
desire
of
reigne
did
driue
to
field
,
But
mothers
pride
,
who
longd
the
Realme
to
weld
.
But
straight
my
death
shal
shew
my
worthy
meede
,
If
first
to
one
other
murther
I
procede
.
While
Edward
liued
,
dissembled
discord
lurked
:
In
double
hartes
yet
so
his
reuerence
worked
.
But
when
succeding
●ender
feeble
age
,
Gaue
open
gap
to
tyraunts
rushing
rage
:
I
holpe
the
Bore
,
and
Burke
,
to
captiuate
Lord
Riuers
,
Gray
,
sir
Thomas
Vaughan
&
Haw●e
.
If
land
would
helpe
the
sea
,
wel
earnde
that
ground
Hir selfe
,
to
be
with
conquering
waues
surround
.
Their
speedy
death
by
priuy
dome
procured
,
At
Pomfret
:
tho
my
life
short
while
endured
.
My selfe
I
slue
,
when
them
I
damned
to
death
,
At
once
my
throate
I
riued
,
and
reft
them
breath
.
For
that
selfe
daye
,
before
or
neare
the
hower
That
withred
Atropos
nipt
the
springing
flower
With
violent
hand
,
of
their
forth
running
life
:
My
head
and
body
,
in
Tower
twinde
like
knife
.
By
this
my
patterne
al
ye
percs
beware
.
Oft
hangth
he
himselfe
who
others
weenth
to
snare
Spare
to
be
ech
others
butcher
.
Feare
the
Kite
,
Who
soareth
aloft
,
(
while
frog
and
mouse
do
fight
In
ciuil
combat
,
grappling
voyde
of
●eare
Of
forreine
foe
)
at
once
al
both
to
beare
.
Which
playner
by
my
pitied
plaint
to
see
,
A
while
a
new
your
listning
lend
to
me
.
Too
true
it
is
two
sundrye
assemblies
kept
,
At
Crosbies
place
,
and
Baynardes
castle
set
.
The
Dukes
at
Crosbies
,
but
at
Baynardes
wee
.
The
one
to
crowne
a
king
the
other
to
bee
.
Suspicious
is
secession
of
foule
feendes
,
When
eithers
drift
to
thocers
mischiefe
tendes
,
I
feared
the
end
,
my
Cates●ies
being
there
Discharged
al
doubts
.
Him
held
I
most
entyre
.
Whose
great
preferment
by
my
meanes
,
I
thought
Some
spurre
,
to
paye
the
thankefulnesse
be
ought
.
The
trust
he
ought
me
,
made
me
trust
him
so
,
That
priuie
he
was
both
to
my
weale
and
wo.
My
hartes
one
halfe
,
my
chest
of
confidence
,
Myne
only
trust
,
my
ioye
dwelt
in
his
presence
.
I
loued
him
Baldwin
,
as
the
apple
of
mine
eye
.
I
loathed
my
life
when
Catesby
would
me
dye
.
Flye
from
thy
chanel
Thames
forsake
thy
streames
,
Leaue
the
Adamant
Iron
.
Phoebus
lay
thy
beames
:
Cease
heauenly
Sphears
at
last
your
weary
warke
.
Betray
your
charge
,
retourne
to
Chaos
darke
.
At
least
,
some
ruthlesse
Tiger
hang
her
whelp
,
My
Catesby
so
with
some
excuse
to
help
.
And
mee
to
comfort
,
that
I
alone
,
ne
seeme
Of
all
dame
natures
workes
left
in
extreeme
.
A
Golden
trasure
is
the
tryed
frend
.
But
who
may
Gold
from
Counterfayts
defend
?
Trust
not
to
soone
,
nor
yet
to
soone
mistrust
.
Wich
th'
one
thy selfe
,
with
th'
other
thy
freend
thou
hurt'st
.
Who
twyneth
betwixt
,
and
steareth
the
golden
meane
,
Nor
rashly
loueth
,
nor
mistrusteth
in
vayne
.
In
frendship
soueraigne
it
is
as
Mithridate
Thy
frend
to
loue
as
one
whom
thou
mayst
hate
.
Of
tickle
credit
ne
had
ben
the
mischiefe
,
What
needed
Virbius
miracle
doubled
life
?
Credulity
surnamed
first
the
Aegean
Seas
.
Mistrust
,
doth
treason
in
the
trustiest
rayse
.
Suspecious
Romulus
,
stayn'd
his
Walls
first
reard
With
Brothers
bloud
,
whom
for
light
leape
he
feard
.
So
not
in
Brotherhoode
ielousie
may
be
borne
,
The
Ielons
Cuckold
weares
the
Infamous
Horne
.
A
beast
may
Preach
by
triall
,
not
fore
sight
.
Could
I
haue
shond
light
credit
,
nere
had
light
The
dreaded
death
,
vpon
my
guilty
head
.
But
fooles
aye
wont
to
learne
by
after
read
.
Had
Catesby
kept
vnstaynd
the
truth
he
plight
,
Yet
had
yet
enioyed
mee
,
and
I
yet
the
light
All
Derbies
doubts
I
cleared
with
his
name
.
I
knew
,
no
harme
could
hap
mee
without
his
blame
.
But
see
the
fruictes
of
tickle
light
beleefe
.
The
ambicious
Dukes
corrupt
the
Traytour
thefe
,
To
groape
mee
,
if
allured
I
would
assent
,
To
bin
a
Partner
of
their
cursed
entent
.
Whereto
,
when
as
by
no
meanes
frendship
vail'de
,
By
Tyraunt
force
behold
they
mee
assail'de
.
And
summond
shortly
a
Cousaile
in
the
Tower
,
Of
Iune
the
fifteenth
,
at
apointed
hower
.
Alas
,
are
counsels
wryed
to
catch
the
good
?
No
place
is
now
exempt
from
sheading
bloud
,
Sith
counsels
,
that
were
carefull
to
preserue
The
guiltlesse
good
,
are
meanes
to
make
than
starue
.
What
may
not
mischiefe
of
Madman
abuse
?
Religious
Cloake
some
one
to
vice
doth
chuse
,
And
maketh
God
Protectour
of
his
Crime
.
O
monstrous
world
,
well
ought
we
wish
thy
fyne
.
The
fatall
Skies
,
roll
on
the
blackest
day
,
When
doubled
bloudshed
,
my
bloud
must
repay
.
Others
none
forceth
.
To
me
sir
Thomas
Haward
As
Spurre
is
buckled
,
to
prouoke
me
froward
.
Derbie
who
feared
the
parted
sittings
yore
.
Whether
,
mutch
more
be
knew
by
experience
hoare
,
Or
better
minded
,
clearlyer
truth
could
see
:
At
Midnight
darke
this
message
sends
to
mee
.
Hastings
away
,
in
sleepe
the
Gods
foreshow
By
dreadfull
dreame
,
fell
fates
vnto
vs
two
.
Me
thought
a
Boare
with
Tuske
so
rased
our
Throate
,
That
both
our
Shoulders
of
the
bloud
did
Smoake
.
Aryse
to
horse
,
straight
homeward
let
vs
hye
.
And
sith
our
foe
we
cannot
match
,
O
flye
.
Of
Chaun●eclere
you
learne
dreames
sooth
to
know
Thence
wisemen
conster
,
more
then
the
cock
doth
crow
.
While
thus
he
spake
,
I
held
within
myne
arme
Shores
Wyfe
,
the
tender
peece
,
to
kepe
me
warme
.
Fye
on
Adultery
,
fye
on
Lecherous
lust
.
Marke
in
me
yée
Nobles
al
,
Gods
Iudgements
iust
.
A
Pandare
,
M●rtherer
,
and
Adulterer
thus
,
Onely
sutch
death
I
dye
,
as
I
ne
blushe
.
Now
least
my
dame
mought
think
appall'd
my
hart
Wyth
Eger
moode
vp
in
my
Bed
I
start
.
And
,
is
thy
Lord
(
quoth
I
)
a
Sorcerer
?
A
wise
man
now
become
?
a
dreame
reader
?
What
though
so
Chaunteclere
crowed
?
I
reck
it
not
?
On
my
part
pleadeth
as
well
Dame
Partelot
.
Vniudge
hangth
yet
the
case
betwixt
them
tway
.
Ne
was
his
dreame
cause
of
his
hap
I
say
.
Shal
dreaminge
douts
from
prince
my
seruing
slack
?
Nay
,
then
mought
Hastings
life
and
liuinge
lack
.
He
parteth
.
I
sléepe
,
my
minde
surcharged
with
sinne
,
As
Phoebus
beames
by
misty
Cloud
kept
in
,
Ne
could
misgeue
,
ne
dreame
of
my
mishap
.
As
blocke
,
I
tumbled
to
myne
Enemies
trap
.
Security
causlesse
through
my
fayned
frende
,
Rest
mee
foresight
of
my
approchinge
ende
.
So
Catesby
clawed
mee
,
as
when
the
Cat
doth
play
.
Dalyinge
with
Mouse
whom
straight
she
meanes
to
slay
.
The
morow
come
,
the
latest
light
to
mee
,
On
Palfray
mounted
,
to
the
Tower
I
hye
.
Accompanied
with
that
Haward
my
mortall
Foe
,
To
slaughter
led
,
thou
God
didst
suffer
so
.
(
O
deepe
Dissemblers
,
honouringe
with
your
cheare
,
Whom
in
hid
heart
yee
trayterously
teare
)
Neuer
had
Realme
so
open
Signes
of
wracke
.
As
I
had
shewed
me
of
my
heauy
hap
.
The
vision
first
of
Stanley
late
descryed
.
Then
mirth
so
extreme
,
that
neare
for
ioy
I
dyed
.
Were
hit
,
that
Swanlike
I
foresong
my
death
,
Or
mery
minde
foresaw
the
losse
of
breath
That
longe
it
coueyted
,
from
this
earths
annoy
,
But
euen
as
siker
as
th'
ende
of
woe
is
ioye
,
And
glorious
light
to
obscure
night
doth
tend
:
So
extreame
mirth
,
in
extreame
moane
doth
end
.
For
why
,
extreames
are
haps
rackt
out
of
course
.
By
violent
Might
far
swinged
forth
perforce
.
Which
as
they
are
pearcingst
while
they
violentst
moue
,
For
that
they
are
neare
to
cause
that
doth
them
shoue
:
So
soonest
fall
from
that
their
highest
extreame
,
To
th'
other
contrary
that
doth
want
of
meane
.
So
lawghed
hee
erst
,
who
lawghed
out
his
breath
.
So
lawghed
I
,
whan
I
lawghd
my selfe
to
death
.
The
pleasingst
meanes
boade
not
the
suckiest
ends
.
Not
aye
,
found
treasure
to
like
pleasure
tends
.
Mirth
meanes
not
mirth
all
time
,
thryse
happy
hire
Of
wit
,
to
shun
the
excesse
that
all
desire
.
But
this
I
passe
.
I
hie
to
other
like
.
My
palfrey
in
the
playnest
paued
streete
,
Thrise
howed
his
bones
,
thrise
kneeled
on
the
flower
Thrise
sh●nd
(
as
Balams
asse
)
the
dreaded
tower
.
What
?
should
I
●hinke
he
had
sence
of
after
haps
?
As
beastes
foreshow
the
drought
or
rayny
drops
,
As
humours
in
them
want
or
els
abound
,
By
influence
from
the
heauens
,
or
change
of
ground
?
Or
do
we
interprete
by
successe
ech
signe
?
And
as
we
fancye
of
ech
hap
deuine
?
And
make
that
cause
,
that
kinne
is
to
th
effect
?
Not
hauing
ought
of
consequence
respect
?
Bucephalus
kneeling
onely
to
his
Lord
,
Shewed
onely
he
was
,
monarche
of
the
world
.
Why
may
not
then
the
steede
foreshew
by
fall
,
What
casual
hap
the
sic●er
bappen
shall
?
Darius
horse
by
brayinge
brought
a
realme
.
And
what
letteth
,
why
he
ne
is
(
as
the
asse
)
Gods
mean
By
speaking
signe
,
to
shew
his
hap
to
come
,
Who
is
deafe
hearer
of
his
speaking
domme
?
But
forward
yet
.
In
tower
streete
I
stayd
,
Where
(
could
I
haue
seene
)
●oe
Haward
al
bewrayd
For
as
I
commond
with
a
priest
I
met
:
Away
my
Lord
quoth
he
▪
your
time
is
ne
yet
To
take
a
priest
Lo
,
Synon
might
be
seene
,
Had
not
the
Troians
hares
foolish
forthright
eyen
,
But
since
the
time
was
come
that
I
should
dye
,
Some
grace
it
was
to
dye
with
wimpled
eye
.
Ne
was
this
all
.
For
euen
at
Towerwharfe
,
Neare
to
those
Walles
within
the
which
I
starse
,
Where
erst
,
in
sorrow
soust
,
and
deepe
destresse
,
I
emparted
all
my
pyninge
pensifnesse
With
Hastings
:
(
so
my
purseuant
men
call
)
Euen
there
,
the
same
to
meete
it
did
me
fall
.
Who
gan
to
me
most
dolefully
renew
,
The
wofull
conference
had
erst
in
that
Lieu.
Hastings
(
quoth
I
)
accordinge
now
they
fare
,
At
Pomfret
this
day
dyinge
,
who
caus'de
that
care
.
My selfe
haue
all
the
world
at
my
will
,
With
pleasures
cloyed
,
engorged
with
the
fill
.
God
graunt
it
so
quoth
●e
,
why
doubtest
thou
tho
Quoth
I
?
and
all
in
chafe
,
to
him
gan
shewe
In
ample
wise
,
our
drift
with
tedious
tale
.
And
entred
so
the
Tower
to
my
bale
.
What
should
we
think
of
signes
?
They
are
but
haps
How
may
they
then
,
be
signes
of
afterclaps
?
Doth
euery
chaunce
forshew
or
cause
some
other
?
Or
endinge
at
it selfe
,
extendth
no
furder
?
As
th'
ouerflowinge
floude
some
mount
doth
choake
,
But
to
his
ayde
some
other
floud
it
yoake
:
So
,
if
with
signes
thy
sinnes
once
ioyne
,
beware
.
Els
whereto
chaunces
tend
▪
doe
neuer
care
.
Had
not
my
sinne
deserued
my
death
as
wreake
,
What
might
my
myrth
haue
hurt
?
or
horses
becke
?
Or
Hawardes
bitter
scoffe
?
or
Hastings
talke
?
What
meane
then
foole
Astrologers
to
talke
?
That
twinckilng
sterres
fling
down
the
fixed
fate
?
And
all
is
guyded
by
the
sterry
state
?
Perdye
a
certayne
charge
assignd
they
haue
To
shyne
,
and
tymes
deuyde
,
not
fate
to
graue
.
But
graunt
they
somwhat
geue
it
at
one
instant
Of
euery
babe
the
byrth
in
heauen
so
skand
,
That
they
that
restles
roll
,
and
neuer
staye
,
Should
in
his
lyfe
beare
yet
so
violent
swaye
:
That
,
not
his
actions
onely
next
to
byrth
,
But
all
his
life
and
death
be
swayed
therwith
?
How
may
one
mocion
make
so
sundry
affectes
?
Or
one
impression
tend
to
such
respectes
?
Some
rule
there
is
yet
.
Els
,
why
were
deferd
Til
now
,
these
plagues
,
so
long
ere
now
deserude
?
If
for
they
are
trifles
,
they
ne
seme
of
care
:
But
toyes
with
god
the
stateliest
scepters
are
.
Yet
in
them
to
playne
doth
appeare
foreset
,
The
certayne
rule
and
fatal
limittes
set
,
Yet
thinke
we
not
,
this
sure
forsetting
fate
.
But
gods
fast
prouidence
for
ech
princely
state
.
And
hath
he
erst
restraind
his
prouidence
?
Or
is
he
nigard
of
his
fre
dispence
?
Or
is
he
vncertayne
foreset
driftes
to
dryue
?
That
not
dame
Chaunce
but
he
al
goodes
may
giue
?
A
beathen
God
they
hold
whom
fortune
kepe
,
To
deale
them
haps
while
god
they
wene
a
sleepe
Mocke
Gods
they
are
and
many
Gods
induce
,
Who
fortune
fayne
to
father
their
abuse
.
How
so
it
be
,
it
mought
haue
warned
me
But
,
wha
I
could
not
that
in
me
see
ye
,
Who
runne
in
race
,
the
honour
like
to
win
Whose
fairest
forme
nought
may
deforme
but
sin
Alas
,
when
most
I
did
defye
all
dread
,
By
single
heare
deaths
sword
ho●g
ouer
my
head
,
For
berke
the
end
and
listen
now
my
fall
.
This
is
the
last
,
and
this
the
fruit
of
all
.
To
connsayle
chamber
come
,
a
while
we
stayd
For
him
without
whom
nought
was
done
or
sayde
.
At
last
he
came
,
and
courteously
excused
,
That
he
so
long
our
patience
had
abused
.
And
pleasauntly
began
to
paint
his
cheare
,
And
said
.
My
lord
of
Elye
,
would
we
had
here
Some
of
the
Strawberies
,
wherof
you
haue
store
.
The
last
delighted
me
so
as
nothing
more
.
Would
,
what
so
you
wish
,
I
mought
aswel
commaund
,
My
Lord
(
quoth
he
)
as
those
.
And
out
of
hand
.
His
seruaunt
sendth
to
Ely
place
for
them
.
Out
goeth
from
vs
the
restlesse
deuil
agaiue
.
Belike
(
I
thinke
)
scarse
yet
perswaded
ful
,
To
worke
the
mischiefe
that
did
mad
is
scul
.
At
last
determind
,
of
his
bloudy
thought
And
force
ordaynde
,
to
worke
the
wyle
he
sought
:
Frowning
he
enters
,
with
so
chaunged
cheare
,
As
for
mylde
may
had
chopped
foule
Ianuere
.
And
lowring
on
me
with
the
goggle
eye
,
The
whetted
tuske
,
and
furrwed
forehead
hye
,
His
Crooked
shoulder
bristellike
set
vp
,
With
frothy
Iawes
,
whose
foame
he
chawde
and
supd
,
With
angry
lookes
that
flamed
as
the
fy●r
:
Thus
gan
at
last
to
grunt
the
grymest
syre
.
What
meryte
they
,
whomme
,
the
kingdomes
stay
,
Contryued
haue
counsayle
traiterously
to
slay
?
Abash
d●ll
sate
.
I
thought
I
mought
be
bold
,
For
conscience
clearnesse
and
aquaintance
old
,
Their
hire
is
playne
quoth
I.
Be
death
the
least
To
who
so
seketh
your
grace
so
to
molest
Withouten
stay
:
the
Quene
&
the
whore
Shores
wyfe
,
By
witchcraft
(
quoth
he
)
seke
to
wast
my
life
.
Loe
here
the
wythered
and
bewytched
arme
,
That
thus
is
spent
by
those
two
Sorceresse
charme
.
And
baced
his
arme
and
shewed
his
swynish
skinne
.
Such
cloaks
they
vse
,
that
seke
to
clowd
their
sinne
.
But
out
alas
,
it
serueth
not
for
the
rayne
.
To
al
the
house
the
colour
was
to
playne
Nature
had
giuen
him
many
a
maymed
marke
And
it
amonges
to
note
her
monstruous
warke
.
My
doubtfull
harte
distracted
this
replye
.
For
thoue
I
cared
not
.
Thother
nipt
so
nye
That
whyst
I
cold
not
:
●●t
forthwith
brake
forth
.
If
so
it
be
,
of
death
they
are
doubtlesse
worth
.
If
,
traitour
quoth
he
?
playst
thou
with
yfs
and
ands
?
I
le
on
thy
body
auowe
it
with
these
hands
.
And
ther
withal
he
mightlye
bounced
the
borde
.
In
rush●
his
byl
men
one
himselfe
bestird
.
Laying
at
Lord
Stanley
,
whose
brain
be
had
surely
cleft
Had
he
not
downe
beneat
be
the
table
crept
.
But
Elye
,
Yorke
,
and
I
were
taken
straight
.
Imprisoned
they
:
I
should
no
longer
wait
,
But
charged
was
to
shriue
me
,
and
shift
with
hast
.
My
Lorde
must
dine
,
and
now
midday
was
past
.
The
Bores
first
dish
,
not
the
bores
head
should
be
.
But
Hastinges
head
the
boarish
beast
would
see
.
Why
stay
I
his
dinner
?
vnto
the
chappel
ioyneth
A
greenish
hil
,
that
body
and
soule
oft
twineth
.
There
on
a
blocke
my
head
was
striken
of
.
As
Baptistes
head
,
for
Herode
bloudy
gnoffe
.
Thus
liued
I
Baldwin
,
thus
dyed
I
,
thus
I
fel.
This
is
the
summe
,
which
al
at
large
to
tel
Would
volumes
fil
.
whence
yet
these
lessons
note
Ye
noble
Lordes
,
to
learne
and
ken
by
rote
.
By
fylthy
rising
feare
your
names
to
stayne
.
If
not
for
vertues
loue
,
for
dread
of
payne
.
Whom
so
the
mindes
vnquiet
state
vpbeaues
,
Be
it
for
loue
or
feare
:
when
fancye
reaues
Reason
her
right
,
by
mocking
of
the
wyt
:
If
once
the
cause
of
this
affection
flit
,
Reason
preuayling
on
the
vnbrideled
thought
:
Downa
falth
he
who
by
fancye
clymbe
aloft
.
So
hath
the
ryser
fowle
no
stay
from
fal
,
No
not
of
those
that
raisde
him
first
of
al.
His
suretie
stands
in
mainteining
the
cause
That
heaued
him
first
,
which
reft
by
reasons
sawes
,
Not
onely
falth
be
to
his
former
state
,
But
liueth
for
euer
in
his
princes
hate
.
And
marke
my
Lordes
,
God
for
adultery
sleath
Though
ye
it
thinke
too
sweete
a
sinne
for
death
.
Serue
trulye
your
Prince
and
feare
not
rebels
might
,
On
Princes
balues
the
mightie
God
doth
fight
.
O
much
more
then
forsweare
a
forrein
foe
,
Who
seeketh
your
realme
and
countrei
to
vndo
.
Murther
detest
,
haue
handes
vnstaind
with
bloud
.
Aye
with
your
succour
do
protect
the
good
.
Chace
treason
where
trust
should
be
wed
to
your
frend
Your
hart
and
power
,
to
your
liues
last
end
.
Flie
tickle
credite
,
shunne
alike
distrust
.
To
true
it
is
,
and
credite
it
you
must
:
The
Ialous
nature
wanteth
no
stormy
strife
,
The
simple
soule
aye
leadeth
a
sower
life
.
Beware
of
flatterers
,
frendes
in
outward
show
.
Best
is
of
such
to
make
your
open
foe
.
What
al
men
seeke
,
that
al
men
seeke
to
fayne
.
Some
such
to
bee
,
some
such
to
seeme
,
them
payne
.
Marke
Gods
iust
iudgements
,
punishing
sinne
by
sinn
And
slipperie
state
wherein
aloft
we
swimme
.
The
prouerbe
,
al
day
vp
if
we
ne
fall
,
Agreeth
wel
to
vs
hie
heaued
worldlinges
al.
From
common
sort
vpraisde
,
in
honours
weede
We
shine
:
while
fortune
false
(
whom
none
erst
feede
To
stand
with
staye
and
forsweare
ticklenesse
:
Sowseth
vs
in
myre
of
durtie
brittlenesse
.
And
learne
ye
princes
by
my
wronged
sprite
,
Not
to
misconster
what
is
ment
aright
,
The
whinged
wordes
to
oft
preuent
the
wyt
,
When
silence
cesseth
afore
the
lips
to
sit
.
Alas
,
what
may
the
wordes
yeld
worthy
death
?
The
wordes
worst
is
,
the
speakers
stinking
breath
.
Wordes
are
but
winde
,
why
cost
they
then
so
much
The
guiltye
kycke
,
when
they
to
smartly
touche
.
Forth
irreturnable
flyeth
the
spoken
word
,
Be
hit
in
scoffe
,
in
earnest
,
or
in
bourd
.
Without
retourne
,
and
vnreceiued
,
hit
hangs
.
And
at
the
takers
mercie
,
or
rigour
stands
.
Which
if
he
sowerly
wrest
with
wrathful
cheare
,
The
shiuering
word
turnes
to
the
speakers
feare
.
If
frendly
curtesie
do
the
word
expound
,
To
the
speakers
comfort
swetely
it
doth
redound
.
Euen
as
the
vapour
which
the
fier
repels
,
Turnes
not
to
earth
.
but
in
myd
aer
dwels
.
Where
while
it
hangth
,
if
Boreas
frosty
flawes
With
rigour
rattle
it
:
not
to
rayne
it
thawes
,
But
thunder
,
lightninges
,
ratling
bayle
or
snowe
Sendes
downe
to
earth
,
whence
first
it
rose
below
,
But
if
fayre
Phoebus
with
his
countenaunce
swete
Resolue
it
,
downe
the
dew
,
or
Manna
sleete
.
(
The
Manna
dew
,
that
in
the
easterne
landes
,
Excelth
the
labour
of
the
bees
small
handes
.
)
Els
for
her
Memnon
gray
Auroras
teares
,
On
the
earth
it
stilleth
,
the
partener
of
her
feares
.
Or
sendeth
sweete
showers
to
glad
their
mother
earth
.
Whence
first
they
tooke
their
first
inconstant
birth
.
To
so
great
griefes
,
il
taken
wordes
do
grow
.
Of
wordes
wel
taken
,
such
delightes
do
flow
.
This
learned
,
thus
be
here
at
length
an
end
,
What
since
ensued
,
to
thee
I
wil
commend
.
Now
farewel
Baldwin
,
shield
my
torne
name
,
From
sclaunderous
trompe
of
blasting
blacke
defame
.
But
ere
I
part
,
hereof
thou
record
beare
.
I
claime
no
parte
of
vertues
reckned
here
.
My
vice
my selfe
,
but
God
my
vertues
take
.
So
hence
depart
I
,
as
I
entred
naked
.
Thus
ended
Hastinges
both
his
life
and
tale
,
Contayning
al
his
worldly
blisse
and
bale
.
Happye
he
liued
,
to
happie
but
for
sinne
,
Happie
hee
dyed
whom
right
his
death
did
bring
.
Thus
euer
happie
.
For
there
is
no
meane
Twixt
blisseful
liues
and
mortal
deathes
extreame
.
Yet
feared
not
his
foes
to
staine
his
name
.
And
by
these
sclaunders
to
procure
his
shame
.
In
rousty
armure
as
in
extreame
shift
,
They
clad
themselues
,
to
cloake
their
diuelish
drift
.
And
forthwith
for
substancial
citezens
sent
,
Declaring
to
them
,
Hastinges
forged
entent
Was
to
haue
slaine
the
Duke
:
and
to
haue
seised
.
The
kinges
young
person
,
slaying
whom
he
had
pleasde
.
But
God
of
Iustice
had
withturnd
that
fate
,
Which
where
it
ought
,
tight
on
his
proper
pate
.
Then
practised
they
by
proclamation
spred
,
Nought
to
forget
,
that
nought
defame
him
dead
.
Which
was
so
curious
,
and
so
clerkely
pend
,
So
long
withal
:
that
when
some
did
attend
His
death
so
young
:
they
saw
that
long
before
The
shroude
was
shaped
,
then
babe
to
dye
was
bore
.
So
wonteth
God
to
blinde
the
worldly
wise
,
That
not
to
see
,
that
al
the
world
espies
.
One
hearing
it
cried
out
.
A
goodly
cast
,
And
wel
contriued
,
fowle
cast
away
for
hast
.
Whereto
another
gan
in
scoffe
replie
,
First
pend
it
was
by
enspiring
prophecie
.
So
can
God
reape
vp
secret
mischiefes
wrought
,
To
the
confusion
of
the
workers
thought
.
My
Lords
,
the
tub
,
that
dround
the
Clarence
Duke
,
Dround
not
his
death
,
nor
yet
his
deathes
rebuke
.
Your
politique
secretes
gard
with
trusty
loyalty
.
So
shal
they
lurke
in
most
assured
secrecie
.
By
Hastinges
death
,
and
after
fame
ye
learne
,
The
earth
for
murther
cryeth
out
vengeance
sterne
.
Flye
from
his
faultes
,
and
spare
to
hurt
his
fame
.
The
eager
houndes
forbeare
their
slayne
game
.
Dead
,
dead
,
auaunt
Curres
from
the
conquered
chase
.
Il
mought
he
liue
who
loueth
the
dead
to
race
.
Thus
liued
this
Lorde
,
thus
died
he
,
thus
he
slept
.
Mids
forward
race
when
first
●o
rest
be
stept
,
Enuious
death
that
bounceth
aswel
with
mace
At
Keysars
courtes
,
as
at
the
poorest
gates
:
Wheu
Nature
seemde
to
slow
by
this
sloape
meane
,
Conueighed
him
sooner
to
his
liues
extreame
.
Happie
in
preuenting
woes
that
after
happd
,
Ind
slomber
sweete
his
liuing
lights
he
lappd
.
Whose
hastye
death
,
if
it
do
anye
greeue
:
Know
hee
,
he
lyued
to
dye
,
and
dyed
to
lyue
.
Vntimelye
neuer
comes
the
liues
last
mette
.
In
cradle
death
may
rightly
clayme
his
det
.
Straight
after
birth
due
is
the
fatal
beere
.
By
deathes
permission
the
aged
linger
here
.
Enen
in
the
swathebandes
out
commission
goeth
To
loose
thy
breath
,
that
yet
but
youngly
bloweth
.
Happy
,
thrise
happie
,
who
so
loosth
his
breath
,
That
life
he
gayneth
by
his
godly
death
.
As
Hastinges
here
.
Whom
time
and
truth
agree
,
To
engraue
by
fame
in
strong
eternitie
.
Who
spareth
not
speaking
,
with
daunger
of
his
bloud
?
Yet
loe
this
noble
Lord
did
thinke
it
good
To
cleare
the
innocent
not
to
spare
to
speake
,
Although
his
shoulders
with
his
bloud
should
reake
.
Worthy
to
liue
,
who
liued
not
for
himselfe
But
prised
his
fame
more
then
this
worldly
pelfe
.
Whose
name
and
line
,
if
any
yet
preserue
,
We
wish
they
liue
like
honour
to
deserue
.
Whether
thou
seeke
by
martiall
prowesse
prayse
,
Or
Pallas
pollicy
high
thy
name
to
raise
,
Or
trusty
seruice
honour
to
attaine
:
Hastinges
foreled
.
Tracke
here
his
bloudy
trayne
.
FINIS
.
Maister
D.
WHen
I
had
read
this
,
one
sayd
the
admonition
geuen
in
the
history
was
profitable
for
the
auoyding
of
the
vices
conteyned
in
the
sayde
historie
,
and
for
the
imitating
of
the
vertues
in
the
same
mentioned
and
commended
.
Then
sayd
the
reader
:
The
next
here
whome
I
fynde
miserable
,
are
king
Edwardes
two
sonnes
,
cruelly
murdred
in
the
Tower
of
London
:
Haue
you
theyr
tragedy
?
No
surely
(
saide
I
)
The
Lord
Vaulx
vndertoke
to
penne
it
,
but
what
hee
hath
done
therein
I
am
not
certayne
,
&
therfore
I
let
it
passe
,
til
I
knowe
further
.
I
haue
heare
the
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
kinge
Richards
chiefe
instrument
,
written
by
maister
Thomas
Sackuile
.
Reade
it
we
praye
you
,
sayde
they
:
with
a
good
wil
(
quoth
I
)
But
first
you
shal
heare
his
preface
or
induction
.
Hath
hee
made
a
preface
(
saide
one
)
what
meaneth
he
therby
,
seing
none
other
hath
vsed
the
like
order
?
I
wil
tel
you
the
cause
thereof
(
saide
I
)
which
is
this
:
After
that
hee
vnderstoode
that
some
of
the
counsail
would
not
suffer
the
booke
to
be
printed
in
suche
order
as
we
had
agreed
and
determined
,
he
purposed
to
haue
gotten
at
my
hands
,
all
the
tragedies
that
were
before
the
Duke
of
Buckinghams
,
which
he
would
haue
preserued
in
one
volume
.
And
from
the
time
backwarde
euen
to
the
time
of
William
the
Conquerour
,
hee
determined
to
continue
and
perfecte
all
the
storye
himselfe
,
in
such
order
as
Lydgate
(
folowing
Bochas
had
already
vsed
.
And
therefore
to
make
a
meete
Induction
into
the
matter
,
hee
deuised
this
po●sie
:
which
in
my
iudgement
is
so
well
penned
,
that
I
woulde
not
haue
anye
Verse
thereof
,
left
out
of
our
volume
.
Nowe
that
you
knowe
the
cause
and
meaning
of
his
doing
,
you
shall
heare
also
what
hee
hath
done
His
Induction
beginneth
thus
.
THE
INDVCTION
,
THe
wrathful
winter
proching
on
apace
,
With
blustring
blastes
had
al
ybard
the
treen
,
And
old
Saturnus
with
his
frosty
face
,
With
chilling
cold
had
pearst
the
tender
greene
:
The
mantles
rent
,
wherein
enwrapped
beene
The
gladsome
groaues
that
now
lay
ouerthrowne
,
The
tapets
torne
and
euery
tree
downe
blowne
.
The
soyle
that
earst
so
seemely
was
to
seene
Was
al
despoyled
of
her
beauties
hewe
:
And
soote
fresh
flowers
(
wherewith
the
Somers
queene
Had
clad
the
earth
)
now
Boreas
blastes
downe
blewe
.
And
smal
foules
flocking
in
their
songes
did
rue
The
winters
wrath
,
wherewith
ech
thing
defast
In
woful
wise
bewayld
the
Somer
past
.
Hawthorne
had
lost
his
motley
lyuerye
,
The
naked
twigs
were
shiuering
all
for
cold
:
And
dropping
downe
the
teares
abundauntly
,
Ech
thing
(
me
thought
)
with
weeping
eye
me
told
The
cruel
season
,
bidding
me
withhold
My selfe
within
for
I
was
gotten
out
Into
the
fieldes
whereas
I
walkt
about
.
When
lo
the
night
with
mistie
mantles
spred
Gan
darke
the
day
,
and
dim
the
azure
skies
,
And
Venus
in
her
message
Hermes
sped
To
bloudy
Mars
,
to
wil
him
not
to
rise
,
While
she
her selfe
approacht
in
speedy
wise
:
And
Virgo
hyding
her
disdainful
brest
With
Thetis
now
had
layd
her
downe
to
rest
.
Whiles
Scorpio
dreading
Sagittarius
dart
,
Whose
bow
prest
bent
in
fight
,
the
string
had
slipt
,
Downe
siyd
into
the
Occean
flud
apart
,
The
Beare
that
in
the
Irish
seas
had
dipt
His
griesly
feete
,
with
speede
from
thence
he
whipt
:
For
Thetis
hasting
from
the
Virgins
bed
.
Pursued
the
Beare
,
that
ere
she
came
was
fled
.
And
Pha●ton
now
nere
reaching
to
his
race
With
glistring
beames
,
gold
streaming
where
they
bent
,
Was
prest
to
enter
in
his
resting
place
.
Erithius
that
in
the
cart
first
went
Had
euen
nowe
attaind
his
iourneis
stent
.
And
fast
declining
hid
awaye
his
head
,
While
Titan
coucht
him
in
his
purple
bed
.
And
pale
Cinthea
with
her
burowed
light
Beginning
to
supplie
her
brothers
place
,
Was
past
the
Noone
steede
sixe
degrees
in
sight
When
sparkling
starres
amid
the
heauens
face
With
twinckling
light
shone
on
the
earth
apace
,
That
while
they
brought
about
the
nights
chare
,
The
darke
had
dimde
the
day
ere
I
was
ware
.
And
sorrowing
I
to
see
the
Sommer
flowers
,
The
liuely
greene
,
the
lusty
lease
forlorne
,
The
sturdye
trees
so
shattred
with
the
showers
,
The
●●eloes
so
fade
that
florisht
so
beforne
,
It
taught
me
wel
al
earthly
thinges
be
borne
To
dye
the
death
,
for
nought
long
time
may
last
,
The
Sommers
beautie
yeldes
to
winters
blast
.
Then
looking
vpward
to
the
heauens
leames
With
nights
stars
thicke
powdred
euery
where
,
Which
earst
so
glistred
with
the
golden
streames
That
chearful
Phoebus
spred
downe
from
his
Sphere
,
Beholding
darke
oppressing
day
so
neare
:
The
sodaine
sight
reduced
to
my
minde
,
The
sundrie
chaunges
that
in
earth
we
finde
.
That
musing
on
this
worldly
wealth
in
thought
,
Which
comes
and
goes
more
faster
then
we
see
The
flickring
flame
that
with
the
fyre
is
wrought
▪
My
busie
minde
presented
vnto
mee
Such
fal
of
Pieres
as
in
the
realme
had
be
:
That
oft
I
wisht
some
would
their
woes
descriue
,
To
warne
the
rest
whom
Fortune
left
aliue
.
And
strait
foorth
stalking
with
redoubled
pace
For
that
I
saw
the
night
drew
on
so
fast
,
In
blacke
al
clad
there
fel
before
my
face
A
piteous
might
,
whom
wo
had
al
forewast
,
Forth
on
her
eyes
the
christal
teares
foorth
brast
.
And
sighing
sore
her
handes
she
wrong
and
fold
,
Tare
al
her
hayre
,
that
ruth
was
to
behold
.
Her
body
smal
forewichred
and
forespent
,
As
is
the
stalke
that
Sommers
drought
opprest
,
Her
wealked
face
with
woful
teares
besprent
,
Her
colour
pale
,
(
as
it
seemed
her
best
)
In
woe
and
plaint
reposed
was
her
rest
.
And
as
the
stone
that
drops
of
water
weares
,
So
dented
were
her
cheekes
with
fall
of
tearess
.
Her
eyes
swollen
with
flowing
streames
a
flote
,
Where
with
her
lookes
throwne
vp
ful
piteouslye
,
Her
forcelesse
handes
together
oft
she
smote
,
With
doleful
shrikes
,
that
eckoed
in
the
skie
:
Whose
plaint
such
sighes
did
strait
accompanie
,
That
in
my
doome
was
neuer
man
did
se
A
wight
but
halfe
so
wo begon
as
shee
.
I
stoode
agast
beholding
all
her
plight
,
Twene
dread
and
dolour
so
distreinde
in
hart
,
That
while
my
heares
vpstarted
with
the
sight
,
The
teares
out
streamde
for
sorow
of
her
smart
:
But
when
I
saw
no
ende
that
could
appart
The
deadly
dewle
,
which
she
so
sore
did
make
,
With
doleful
voyce
then
thus
to
her
I
spake
.
Vnwrap
thy
woes
what
euer
wight
thou
bee
And
stint
in
time
to
spil
thy selfe
with
plaint
,
Tel
what
thou
art
,
and
whence
:
for
wel
I
see
Thou
canst
not
dure
with
sorow
thus
attaint
.
And
with
that
word
of
sorow
al
forfaint
She
looked
vp
,
and
prostrate
as
she
lay
With
piteous
sound
●o
thus
she
gan
to
say
.
Alas
,
I
wretch
whom
thus
thou
seest
distre●ned
With
wasting
woes
,
that
neuer
shal
aslake
,
Sorrow
I
am
,
in
endlesse
tormentes
payned
,
Among
the
furies
in
the
infernal
lake
:
Where
Plu●o
God
of
Hel
so
griesly
blacke
Doth
hold
his
throne
,
and
Laetheus
deadly
tast
Doth
rieue
remembraunce
of
ech
thing
forepast
.
Whence
come
I
am
,
the
drery
destenie
And
lucklesse
lot
for
to
bemoane
al
those
Whom
Fortune
in
this
maze
of
miserie
Of
wretched
chaunce
most
wofull
myrrours
chose
That
thou
seest
how
lightly
they
did
lose
Their
pom●e
,
their
power
,
and
that
they
thought
most
sure
,
Thou
maiest
sone
deeme
no
earthly
ioy
may
dure
.
Whose
ruful
vnice
no
soner
had
outbrayed
Those
woful
wordes
,
wherewith
she
sorowed
so
,
But
out
alas
she
shrikt
and
neuer
stayed
,
Fel
downe
,
and
all
to
basht
her selfe
for
wo.
The
cold
pale
dread
my
lims
gan
ouer
goe
,
And
I
so
sorowed
at
her
sorowes
eft
,
That
what
with
griefe
and
feare
my
wits
were
reft
.
I
stretcht
my selfe
,
and
strait
my
hart
reuiues
,
That
dread
and
dolour
erst
did
so
appale
,
Like
him
that
with
the
feruent
feuer
siriues
When
sicknesse
seekes
his
castle
health
to
skale
:
With
gathred
sprites
so
forst
I
feare
to
auale
.
And
rearing
her
with
anguish
al
foredone
,
My
spirites
returnde
▪
and
then
I
thus
begone
.
O
Sorow
alas
sith
sorow
is
thy
name
,
And
that
to
thee
this
dreere
doth
wel
pertaine
.
In
vayne
it
were
to
seeke
to
cease
the
same
:
But
as
a
man
himselfe
with
sorow
slaine
,
So
I
alas
do
comfort
thee
in
payne
,
That
here
in
sorow
art
forsoncke
so
diepe
That
at
thy
sight
I
can
but
sighe
and
weepe
.
I
had
no
sooner
spoken
of
a
stike
But
that
the
storme
so
rumbled
in
her
breast
,
As
E●lus
could
neuer
roare
the
like
,
And
showers
downe
rayned
from
her
eyes
so
fast
.
That
al
bedreint
the
place
,
til
at
the
last
Well
eased
they
the
dolour
of
her
minde
.
As
rage
of
rayne
doth
swage
the
stormie
winde
.
For
forth
she
paced
in
her
feareful
tale
:
Come
,
come
,
(
quoth
shee
)
and
see
what
I
shall
showe
,
Come
heare
the
playning
and
the
bitter
bale
Of
worthy
men
,
by
Fortune
ouerthrow
.
Come
thou
and
see
them
rewing
al
in
rowe
.
They
were
but
shades
that
earst
in
mynde
thou
rold
.
Come
,
come
with
me
,
thyne
eyes
shal
them
behold
.
What
could
these
wordes
but
make
me
more
agast
?
To
heare
her
tel
whereon
I
musde
while
ere
,
So
was
I
mazde
therewith
:
til
at
the
last
,
Musing
vpon
her
wordes
,
and
what
they
were
,
Al
sodenlye
wel
lessened
was
my
feare
:
For
to
my
minde
retourned
how
she
teld
Both
what
she
was
,
and
where
her
won
she
held
.
Whereby
I
knew
that
shee
a
Goddesse
was
,
And
therewithal
resorted
to
my
minde
My
thought
,
that
late
presented
me
the
glas
Of
brittle
state
,
of
cares
that
here
we
finde
.
Of
thousand
woes
,
to
seely
men
assinde
:
And
how
she
now
bid
me
come
and
beholde
To
see
with
eye
that
earst
in
thought
I
rolde
.
Flat
downe
I
fel
,
and
with
al
reuerence
Adored
her
,
perceiuing
now
that
shee
A
Goddesse
sent
by
godlye
prouidence
,
In
earthly
shape
thus
showd
her selfe
to
me
,
To
wayle
and
rue
this
worlds
certaintye
:
And
while
I
honourd
thus
her
Godheads
might
,
With
playning
voyce
these
wordes
to
me
she
shright
I
shal
the
guide
first
to
the
grieslye
lake
,
And
thence
vnto
the
blisful
place
of
rest
.
Where
thou
shalt
see
and
heare
the
plaint
they
make
.
That
whilom
here
bare
swinge
among
the
best
.
This
shalt
thou
see
,
but
great
is
the
vnrest
That
thou
must
byde
before
thou
canst
attaine
Vnto
the
dreadful
place
where
these
remaine
.
And
with
these
wordes
as
I
vpraysed
stode
,
And
gan
to
folow
her
,
that
straight
forth
paste
,
Ere
I
was
ware
,
into
a
desert
woode
We
now
were
come
:
where
hand
in
hand
embraste
,
She
led
the
way
,
and
through
the
thicke
so
traste
,
As
but
I
had
bene
guided
by
her
might
,
It
was
no
way
for
any
mortal
wight
.
But
loe
,
while
thus
amid
the
desert
darke
,
We
passed
on
with
steps
and
pace
vnmeete
:
A
rumbling
roare
confusde
with
howle
and
harke
Of
Dogs
,
shoke
al
the
ground
vnder
our
feete
,
And
stroke
the
din
within
our
eares
so
diepe
,
As
halfe
distraught
vnto
the
ground
I
fel
,
Besought
returne
,
and
not
to
visite
Hel.
But
she
forthwith
vplifting
me
a
pace
Remoued
my
dread
,
and
with
a
stedfast
mynde
Bid
me
come
on
,
for
here
now
was
the
place
,
The
place
where
we
our
trauaile
end
should
finde
.
Wherewith
I
rose
,
and
to
the
place
assinde
Astoinde
I
stalke
,
when
straight
we
approached
nere
The
dreadful
place
,
that
you
wil
dread
to
here
.
An
hydeous
hole
al
vaste
,
withouten
shape
,
Of
endlesse
depth
,
orewhelmde
with
ragged
stone
,
With
ouglye
mouth
,
and
grieslye
iawes
doth
gape
,
And
to
our
sight
confounds
it selfe
in
one
.
Here
entred
wee
,
and
yeding
forth
,
anone
An
horrible
lothly
lake
we
might
discerne
As
blacke
as
pitch
,
that
cleped
is
Auern
:
A
deadly
gulfe
where
nought
but
rubbish
grows
,
With
fowle
blacke
swelth
in
thickned
lumps
that
lies
,
Which
vp
in
th
ayre
such
stinking
vapors
throwes
That
ouer
there
,
may
flie
no
foule
but
dyes
,
Choakt
with
the
pestlent
sauours
that
arise
.
Hyther
we
come
,
whence
foorth
we
stil
did
pace
.
In
dreadful
feare
amid
the
dreadful
place
.
And
first
within
the
porch
and
iawes
of
Hel
Sate
diepe
Remorse
of
conscience
,
al
besprent
With
teares
:
And
to
her selfe
oft
would
she
tell
Her
wretchednesse
,
and
cursing
neuer
stent
To
sob
and
sighe
:
but
euer
thus
lament
,
With
thoughtful
care
,
as
she
that
al
in
vayne
Would
weare
and
wast
continually
in
paine
.
Ier
eyes
vnstedfast
rolling
here
and
there
,
Whurld
on
ech
place
,
as
place
that
vengeance
brought
,
So
was
her
minde
continually
in
feare
,
Tossed
and
tormented
with
tedious
thought
Of
those
detested
crimes
which
she
had
wrought
:
With
dreadful
cheare
and
lookes
throwne
to
the
skie
Wishing
for
death
,
and
yet
she
could
not
dye
.
Next
saw
we
Dread
al
trembling
how
she
shooke
,
With
foote
vncertaine
profered
here
and
there
,
Benumbd
of
speach
,
and
with
a
gastly
looke
Searcht
euery
place
al
pale
and
dead
for
feare
,
His
cap
horne
vp
with
staring
of
his
heare
,
S●oynd
and
amazde
at
his
owne
shade
for
dread
,
And
fearing
greater
daungers
then
was
neede
.
And
next
within
the
entry
of
this
lake
Sate
fell
Reuenge
gnashinge
her
teeth
for
ire
,
Deuisinge
meanes
how
shee
may
vengeaunce
take
,
Neuer
in
rest
till
she
haue
her
desire
:
But
frets
within
so
farforth
with
the
fier
Of
wreakinge
flames
,
that
now
determine
shse
,
To
dye
by
death
,
or
vengde
by
death
to
bee
.
When
fell
Reuenge
with
bloudy
foule
pretence
Had
showd
her selfe
as
next
in
order
set
,
With
tremblinge
Limmes
wee
softly
parted
thence
,
Till
in
our
eyes
another
sight
wee
met
:
When
fro
my
hart
a
sigh
forthwith
I
fet
Rewing
alas
vpon
the
wofull
plight
Of
Misery
,
that
next
appeard
in
sight
.
His
face
was
leaue
,
and
somedeale
pyned
away
,
And
eke
his
hande
consumed
to
the
bone
,
But
what
his
body
was
I
cannot
say
,
For
on
his
Carkas
rayment
had
he
none
Saue
Clouts
,
and
Patches
peeced
one
by
one
.
With
staffe
in
hand
,
and
Scrip
on
shoulder
cast
,
His
chiefe
defence
against
the
Winters
blast
.
His
foode
for
most
,
was
wild
fruictes
of
the
Tree
,
Vnlesse
sometime
some
Crummes
fel
to
his
share
:
Which
in
his
Wallet
longe
God
wot
kept
hee
,
As
on
the
which
full
dayntely
would
fare
His
drincke
the
runninge
streame
:
his
Cup
,
the
bare
Of
his
Palme
clos'●e
,
his
Bed
,
the
hard
cold
ground
.
To
this
Poore
life
was
Mysery
ybound
.
Whose
wretched
state
when
wee
had
well
beheld
With
tender
ruth
on
him
,
and
on
his
seres
,
In
thoughtfull
cares
,
forth
then
our
pace
wee
held
.
And
by
and
by
,
another
shape
apperes
Of
greedy
care
,
still
brushinge
vp
the
breres
,
His
K●●ckles
knobbe
,
his
Flesh
deepe
dented
in
.
With
tawed
hands
,
and
hard
ytanned
Skin
.
The
morrow
gray
no
sooner
hath
begon
To
spreade
his
light
euen
peepinge
in
our
eyes
,
When
he
is
vp
,
and
to
his
worke
yr●n
,
But
let
the
nights
blacke
misty
Mantles
rise
,
And
with
foule
darke
neuer
so
mutch
disguise
The
Fayre
bright
day
,
yet
ceasseth
he
no
while
,
But
hath
his
candels
to
prolonge
his
toyle
.
By
him
lay
heauy
sleepe
the
Coosin
of
death
Flat
on
the
ground
,
and
still
as
any
stone
,
A
very
Corps
,
saue
yealdinge
forth
a
breath
,
Small
kepe
toke
he
whom
Fortune
frowned
on
Or
whom
she
lifted
vp
into
the
Troue
Of
high
renowne
,
but
as
a
lyuinge
death
,
So
dead
aliue
,
of
life
hee
drew
the
breath
.
The
bodies
rest
,
the
quiet
of
the
heart
,
The
trauayles
ease
,
the
still
nights
feare
was
hee
,
And
of
our
life
in
earth
the
better
part
,
Reuer
of
sight
,
and
yet
in
whom
wee
see
Things
oft
that
tyde
,
and
oft
that
neuer
bee
.
Without
respect
esteeminge
equally
Kinge
Cresus
pompe
,
and
Irus
Pouerty
.
And
next
in
order
sad
Olde
age
wee
founde
His
Beard
all
hoare
,
his
eyes
hollow
,
and
blind
.
With
droupinge
cheare
still
poringe
on
the
ground
,
As
on
the
place
where
nature
him
assind
To
rest
,
when
that
the
sisters
had
vntwind
His
vitall
thred
,
and
ended
with
their
Knife
The
fleetinge
course
of
fast
declyninge
lyfe
.
There
heard
wee
him
with
broke
,
and
hollow
playnt
Rewe
wich
himselfe
his
ende
approchinge
fast
,
And
all
for
nought
his
wretched
minde
torment
.
Wyth
sweete
remembraunce
of
his
pleasures
past
,
And
fresh
delightes
of
lusty
youth
forewaste
.
Recountinge
which
,
how
would
hee
soo
and
shrike
:
And
to
be
yonge
agayne
of
Ioue
beseeke
.
But
and
the
cruell
fates
so
fixed
bee
That
time
forepast
cannot
retourne
agayne
,
This
one
request
of
Ioue
yet
prayed
hee
:
That
in
sutch
withred
plight
,
and
wretched
payne
,
As
elde
(
accompanied
with
his
lothsome
trayne
)
Had
brought
on
him
,
all
were
it
woe
,
and
griefe
.
Hee
might
a
while
yet
linger
forth
his
lief
.
And
not
so
soone
descend
into
the
pit
:
Where
death
,
when
hee
the
mortall
corps
hath
slayne
,
With
retchlesse
hand
in
graue
doth
couer
it
,
Thereafter
neuer
to
enioy
agayne
The
gladsome
light
,
but
in
the
ground
plaine
,
In
depth
of
darknesse
wast
,
and
weare
to
uought
,
As
he
had
neuer
into
the
wor●d
diu
brought
.
But
who
had
seene
him
sobbinge
,
how
he
stoode
Vnto
himselfe
,
and
how
he
would
beemone
His
youth
forepast
,
as
thought
it
wrought
him
good
To
talke
of
youth
,
all
were
his
youth
foregone
,
He
would
haue
mused
,
and
maruayled
mutch
whereon
This
wretched
age
should
life
desire
so
fayne
,
And
knowes
full
well
life
doth
but
lenghth
his
payne
.
Crokebackt
hee
was
,
toothshaken
,
and
blere
Eyed
,
Went
on
three
feete
,
and
somtime
crept
on
foure
,
With
olde
lame
Bones
,
that
ratled
by
his
syde
,
His
scalpe
all
pild
,
and
he
with
eld
forlore
:
His
withred
fist
still
knockinge
at
deathes
doore
,
Fumblinge
,
and
driuelinge
as
hee
drawes
his
breath
,
For
briefe
the
shape
,
and
Messenger
of
death
.
And
fast
by
him
pale
malady
was
plaste
,
Sore
sicke
in
Bed
,
her
coulour
all
foregone
,
Bereft
of
Stomacke
,
Sauour
,
and
of
Taste
.
Ne
could
the
Brooke
no
meate
but
Broths
alone
,
Her
Breath
corrupt
,
her
Keepers
euery
one
Abborringe
her
,
her
Sicknesse
past
recure
,
Detestinge
Phisicke
,
and
all
Phisicks
Cure.
But
oh
the
dolefull
sight
that
than
wee
see
,
Wee
tourn'de
our
look
,
and
on
the
other
side
A
griefly
shape
of
Famine
mought
wee
see
,
With
greedy
lookes
,
and
gapinge
mouth
that
cryed
,
And
roarde
for
meate
,
as
she
should
there
haue
dyed
,
Her
body
ruinne
,
and
bare
as
any
Bone
,
Whereto
was
left
nought
but
the
case
alone
.
And
that
alas
was
gnawen
on
euery
where
,
All
full
of
Holes
,
that
I
ne
mought
refraine
From
teares
to
see
how
shee
her
armes
could
teare
And
with
her
teeth
gnash
on
the
bones
in
vayne
:
When
all
for
nought
shee
fayne
would
so
sustayne
Her
staruen
Corps
,
that
rather
seemde
a
shade
,
Then
any
substaunce
of
a
creature
made
.
Great
was
her
force
whom
Stonewall
could
not
stay
,
Her
tearinge
nayles
snatchinge
at
all
shee
sawe
:
With
gapinge
Iawes
that
by
ne
meanes
ymay
Bee
satisfyed
from
hunger
of
her
Mawe
,
But
eates
herselfe
as
shee
that
hath
no
Lawe
:
Gnawinge
alas
her
Carkas
all
in
vayne
,
Where
you
may
countech
Sinow
,
Bone
,
and
Vaine
.
On
her
while
wee
thus
firmely
fixt
our
Eyes
,
That
bled
for
ruth
of
sutch
a
drery
sight
,
Loe
!
sodainly
shee
shright
in
so
huge
wise
,
As
made
Hell
gates
to
shiuer
with
the
might
.
Wherewith
a
Dart
wee
sawe
how
it
did
light
.
Right
on
her
brest
,
and
therewithall
pale
death
Enthrillinge
it
to
reue
her
of
her
breath
.
And
by
and
by
a
dumme
dead
Corps
wee
sawe
,
Heauy
and
cold
,
the
shape
of
death
a
right
,
That
dauntes
all
earthly
creatures
to
his
lawe
:
Agaynst
whose
Force
in
vayne
it
is
to
fight
Ne
Peeres
,
ne
Princes
,
nor
no
Mortall
Wight
,
No
Townes
,
ne
Realmes
,
Cities
,
ne
strongest
Tower
,
But
all
perforce
must
yelde
vnto
his
Power
.
His
dart
anon
out
of
his
corps
he
toke
,
And
in
his
hand
(
a
dreadful
sight
to
see
)
With
great
triumphe
eftsones
the
same
he
shoke
,
That
most
of
al
my
feares
affrayed
mee
:
His
body
dight
with
nought
but
Bones
perdye
The
naked
shape
of
man
there
sawe
I
plaine
,
All
saue
the
Flesh
,
the
Sinow
,
and
the
Vayne
.
Lastly
stoode
Warre
in
glitteringe
armes
yelad
.
Wyth
Vysage
grim
,
Sterne
lookes
,
and
Blackly
hewed
In
his
right
Hand
a
naked
Sword
hee
had
,
That
to
the
Hilts
was
all
with
bloud
embrued
:
And
in
his
left
(
that
Kinge
,
and
Kingdomes
rewed
)
Famine
,
and
Fyer
hee
helde
,
and
therewithall
Hee
razed
Townes
,
and
threw
downe
Towers
,
and
all
.
Citties
hee
Sackt
,
and
Realmes
that
whilome
flowred
,
In
Honour
,
Glory
,
and
rule
aboue
the
best
,
Hee
ouer
whelm'de
,
and
all
their
Fame
deuoured
,
Consum'de
,
destroy'de
,
wasted
,
and
neuer
ceast
,
Till
hee
their
wealth
,
their
name
and
all
opprest
.
His
Face
forehewed
with
Wo●noes
,
and
by
his
syde
,
There
hunge
his
Targe
with
gashes
deepe
,
and
wide
.
In
mids
of
which
,
depaynted
there
wee
founde
Deadly
debate
,
all
full
of
snaky
heare
,
That
with
a
bloudy
fillet
was
ybo●ude
,
Out
breathinge
nought
but
discord
euery
where
.
And
round
about
were
portrayde
here
and
there
The
hugy
Hoastes
,
Darius
and
his
power
,
His
Kinges
,
Princes
,
his
Peeres
,
and
and
all
his
flower
.
Whom
great
Macedo
vanquisht
there
in
sight
,
With
deepe
slaughter
,
despoylinge
all
his
pride
,
Pearst
through
his
Realmes
,
and
daunted
all
his
might
.
Duke
Hanniball
beheld
I
there
beside
,
In
Cannas
fielde
,
victor
how
hee
did
ride
,
And
wofull
Romaynes
that
in
vayne
withstoode
And
Consull
Paulvs
couered
all
in
bloode
.
Yet
sawe
I
more
the
fight
at
Trasimene
.
And
Treberie
fielde
,
and
eke
whan
Hanniball
And
worthy
Scipio
last
in
arms
were
seene
Before
Carthago
gate
,
to
try
for
all
The
Worlds
Empyre
,
to
whom
it
should
befall
.
There
saw
I
Pompey
,
and
Caesar
clad
in
Arms
,
Their
Hoasts
allyed
,
and
all
their
ciuili
harms
.
Wyth
Conquerers
handes
forbathde
in
their
owne
bloud
,
And
Caesar
weepinge
ouer
Pompeis
head
.
Yet
saw
I
Scilla
,
and
Marius
where
they
stoode
,
Their
great
cruelty
,
and
the
deepe
blou●shest
Of
freendes
:
Cyrus
I
sawe
,
and
his
Hoast
dead
,
And
how
the
Queene
with
great
despight
hath
flonge
His
head
in
bloude
of
them
shee
ouercome
.
Xerxes
the
Percian
Kinge
yet
sawe
I
there
Wyth
his
Huge
Hoast
that
drancke
the
Riuers
drye
,
Dismounted
Hilles
,
and
made
the
Vales
vprere
,
His
Hoast
,
and
all
yet
sawe
I
slayne
peroye
.
Thebes
I
sawe
all
razde
how
it
did
lye
In
heapes
of
Stones
,
and
Tyrus
put
to
Spoyle
.
Wyth
Walles
,
and
Towers
flat
Euened
with
the
Soyle
.
But
Troy
alas
(
mee
thought
)
aboue
them
all
,
It
made
myne
eyes
in
very
teares
consume
:
When
I
behelde
the
wofull
werd
befall
,
That
by
the
wrathfull
will
of
God
was
come
:
And
Ioues
vnmoued
sentence
and
foredoome
On
Priam
Kinge
,
and
on
his
towne
so
bent
.
I
could
not
lin
,
but
I
must
there
lament
.
And
that
the
more
sith
desteny
was
so
sterne
As
force
perforce
,
there
might
no
force
auayle
,
But
shee
must
fall
:
and
by
her
fall
wee
learne
,
That
Citties
,
Towers
,
Wealth
,
World
,
and
all
shall
quayle
.
No
Manhoode
,
Might
,
nor
nothinge
mought
preuayle
,
All
were
there
Prest
,
full
many
a
Prince
,
and
Peere
And
many
a
Knight
that
solde
his
death
full
deere
.
Nor
worthy
Hector
worthiest
of
them
all
,
Her
Hope
,
her
Ioy
,
his
Force
is
now
for
naught
.
O
Troy
,
Troy
,
there
is
no
boote
but
bale
,
The
hugy
Horse
within
thy
Wales
is
brought
:
Thy
Turrets
fall
,
thy
Knights
that
whilome
fought
In
Arms
amid
the
Field
,
are
slayne
in
Bed
,
Thy
Gods
defilde
,
and
all
thy
honour
dead
.
The
flames
vprisinge
,
and
cruelly
they
creepe
From
Wale
to
Roofe
,
till
all
to
Cinders
waste
,
Some
fire
the
Houses
where
the
Wretches
sleepe
,
Some
rush
in
heere
,
some
run
in
there
as
fast
.
In
euery
where
,
or
Sworde
,
or
Fyre
they
caste
.
The
Wales
are
torne
,
the
Towers
wh●rld
to
the
ground
,
There
is
no
mischiefe
,
but
may
there
bee
found
.
Cassandra
yet
there
sawe
I
how
they
baled
From
Pallas
House
,
with
sparcled
tresse
vndone
,
Her
Wrists
fast
bound
,
and
with
Greeks
Rout
empaled
:
And
Priam
eke
in
vayne
how
hee
did
ronne
To
Arms
,
whom
Pyrrhus
with
dispight
hath
done
To
cruell
Death
,
and
Bath'de
him
in
the
Bayne
Of
his
Sonnes
bloud
before
the
Aulter
slayne
.
But
how
can
I
descriue
the
dolefull
sight
,
That
in
the
shield
so
liuely
fayre
did
shyne
?
Sith
in
this
world
I
thinke
was
neuer
wight
Could
haue
set
forth
the
halfe
,
not
halfe
so
fine
.
I
can
no
more
but
tel
how
there
is
seene
Faire
Ilium
fall
,
in
burninge
red
gledes
downe
,
And
from
the
soyle
great
Troy
Neptunus
Towne
.
Here
from
when
scarce
I
could
my
eyes
withdrawe
That
filde
with
teares
as
doth
the
springinge
Well
,
Wee
passed
on
so
farre
forth
till
wee
sawe
Rude
Acheron
,
a
lothsome
Lake
to
tell
That
Boyles
and
Bubs
vp
swelth
as
blacke
as
Hell.
Where
griefly
Charon
at
their
fixed
tyde
Still
ferries
Ghosts
vnto
the
farder
side
.
The
aged
God
no
sooner
Sorrow
spied
,
But
hasting
strait
vnto
the
banke
apace
With
hollow
call
vnto
the
Rout
hee
cried
,
To
swarue
apart
and
geue
the
Goddesse
place
,
Strait
it
was
done
,
when
to
the
shoare
we
pace
,
Where
hand
in
hand
as
we
than
linked
fast
,
Within
the
Boote
wee
are
together
plaste
.
And
forth
wee
launch
,
full
Fraughted
to
the
Brincke
,
Whan
with
the
vnwonted
waight
,
the
rusty
Keele
Began
to
cracke
as
if
the
same
should
sinke
.
Wee
hoyse
vp
Mast
and
Sayle
,
that
in
a
while
Wee
fet
the
shore
,
were
scarcely
wee
had
while
For
to
ariue
,
but
that
wee
hearde
anone
A
three
sound
barke
confounded
all
in
one
.
Wee
had
not
longe
forth
past
,
but
that
wee
sawe
,
Blacke
Cerberus
the
hideous
Hound
of
Hell
,
Wyth
Bristles
reard
,
and
with
a
three
mouthed
Iawe
,
Fore
dinninge
the
Ayre
with
his
horrible
yelle
.
Out
of
the
deepe
darke
Caue
where
hee
did
dwell
,
The
Goddesse
straite
hee
knewe
,
and
by
and
by
Hee
peast
,
and
couched
,
whils
that
wee
passed
by
.
Thence
come
wee
to
the
horrour
,
and
the
Hell
,
The
large
great
Kingdomes
,
and
the
dreadfull
raygne
Of
Pluto
in
his
Trone
where
hee
did
dwell
,
The
wide
waste
places
,
and
the
hugy
Playne
:
The
Waylinges
,
shrikes
,
and
sundry
forces
of
payne
,
The
Sighes
,
the
Sobs
,
the
deepe
,
and
deadly
groane
,
Earth
,
Ayre
,
and
all
resoundinge
playne
,
and
moane
.
Here
pewed
the
Babes
,
and
heere
the
Maydes
Vnwed
With
folded
hands
their
sory
chaunce
bewayl'd
,
Here
wept
the
guiltlesse
slayne
,
and
Louers
dead
,
That
slew
themselues
when
nothinge
els
auayl'd
,
A
thousand
sortes
of
Sorrowes
here
that
wayl'd
With
Sighes
,
and
Teares
,
Sobs
,
Shrikes
,
and
all
yfere
,
That
(
oh
alas
)
it
was
a
Hell
to
heare
.
Wee
stayed
vs
strait
,
and
wyth
a
rufull
feare
,
Behelde
this
heauy
sight
,
while
from
mine
eyes
,
The
vapored
teares
downe
stilled
here
,
and
there
,
And
Sorrow
eke
in
farre
more
wofull
wise
.
Tooke
on
with
plaint
,
vpheauinge
to
the
Skies
Her
wretched
hands
,
that
with
her
cry
the
Rout
Gan
all
in
heapes
to
swarme
vs
rounde
about
.
Loe
!
here
(
quoth
Sorrowe
)
Princes
of
Renowne
,
That
whilom
late
on
top
of
Fortunes
wheele
Nowe
layde
full
low
,
like
wretches
whurled
downe
,
Euen
with
one
frowne
that
stayede
but
with
a
smile
,
And
nowe
beholde
the
thinge
that
thou
erewhile
,
Saw
only
in
thought
,
and
what
thou
now
shalt
heare
Recompt
the
same
to
Kezar
,
Kinge
,
and
Peere
.
Then
first
came
Henry
Duke
of
Buckingham
,
His
Cloake
of
blacke
,
al
pilde
,
and
quite
forworne
,
Wringinge
his
hands
,
and
Fortune
oft
doth
blame
,
Which
of
a
Duke
hath
made
him
now
her
scorne
,
With
gastly
lookes
as
one
in
maner
lorne
,
Oft
spred
his
Armes
,
stretcht
hands
hee
ioynes
as
fast
,
Wyth
rufull
cheare
,
and
vapored
eyes
vpcast
.
His
Cloake
hee
rent
,
his
manly
breast
hee
beat
,
His
heare
all
Torne
about
the
place
it
lay
,
My
heart
so
molte
to
see
his
greefe
so
great
,
As
feelingly
mee
thought
it
dropt
away
:
His
eyes
they
whurlde
about
withouten
slaye
,
Wi●h
stormy
Sighes
the
place
did
so
complayne
▪
As
if
his
heart
at
ech
had
burst
in
twayne
.
Thrise
hee
began
to
tell
his
dolefull
Tale
,
And
thrise
the
Sighes
did
swallow
vp
his
Voyce
,
At
ech
of
which
hee
shriked
so
withall
As
though
the
Heauens
riued
with
the
noyse
:
Till
at
the
last
recoueringe
his
Voyce
,
Suppinge
the
teares
that
all
his
brest
beraynde
On
cruell
Fortune
weepinge
thus
hee
playnde
.
FINIS
.
The
Complaynt
of
Henry
Duke
of
Buckingham
.
WHo
trusts
to
mutch
to
honours
highest
throne
And
warely
watch
not
slye
Dame
Fortunes
snare
:
Or
who
in
court
will
beare
the
swinge
alone
,
And
wisely
weigh
not
bow
to
wield
the
care
,
Beholde
hee
mee
,
and
by
my
death
beware
:
Whom
flatteringe
Fortune
falsely
so
begil'de
That
lo
shee
slewe
,
where
erst
full
smoth
shee
smyl'de
.
And
Sackui●e
sith
in
purpose
now
thou
hast
The
wofull
fall
of
Princes
to
descriue
,
Whom
Fortune
both
vplift
and
eke
downe
cast
,
To
shewe
thereby
the
vnsuerty
in
this
life
,
Marke
well
my
fall
,
which
I
shall
shew
beliue
.
And
paint
it
forth
that
all
Estates
may
knowe
:
Haue
they
the
warninge
,
and
bemine
the
woe
,
For
Noble
bloud
made
mee
both
Prince
,
and
Peere
Yea
Pearles
too
,
had
season
purchast
place
,
And
God
with
gifts
endowed
mee
largely
heare
.
But
what
auayles
his
giftes
where
fayles
his
grace
?
My
Mothers
sire
Spronge
of
a
Kingly
Race
And
cald
was
Edmond
Duke
of
Somerset
,
Bereft
of
lyfe
ere
time
by
nature
set
.
Whose
faythfull
heart
to
Henry
sixt
so
wrought
That
neuer
bee
him
in
weale
,
or
woe
forsooke
,
Till
lastly
hee
at
T●wkesbury
field
was
cought
Where
with
an
Axe
his
violent
death
hee
tooke
:
Hee
neuer
could
Kinge
Edwards
party
brooke
,
Till
by
his
death
hee
voucht
that
Quarrell
good
,
In
which
his
Sire
,
and
Graundsire
spilt
their
bloud
.
And
sutch
was
erst
my
Fathers
cruell
chaunce
,
Of
Stafford
Earle
by
name
that
Humfrey
hight
Who
euer
Prest
did
Henryes
part
Auaunce
,
And
neuer
ceast
till
at
Saynct
Albones
fight
Hee
lost
his
lyfe
,
as
than
did
many
a
Knight
:
Where
eke
my
Graundsire
,
Duke
of
Buckingham
Was
wounded
sore
,
and
hardly
scapt
vntane
.
But
what
may
boote
to
stay
the
Sisters
three
?
When
Atropos
perforce
will
cut
the
Thred
:
The
dolefull
day
was
come
when
you
might
see
Northampton
Field
,
with
Armed
men
Orespred
,
Where
Fate
would
algates
haue
my
Graundsire
dead
:
So
rushinge
forth
amids
the
fiercest
fight
,
Hee
liued
,
and
died
there
in
his
Maisters
right
.
In
place
of
whom
as
it
befell
my
lot
,
Like
on
a
stage
,
so
stept
I
in
straiteway
,
Enioyinge
there
but
wofully
God
wot
,
As
hee
that
had
a
slender
part
to
play
:
To
teach
thereby
,
in
earth
no
state
may
stay
,
But
as
our
partes
abridge
or
lengtht
our
age
So
passe
wee
all
while
others
fill
the
stage
.
For
of
my selfe
the
drery
fate
to
plaine
.
I
was
sometime
a
Prince
withouten
peere
,
When
Edward
fift
began
his
rufull
raygne
,
Ay
mee
,
than
I
began
that
hatefull
yeare
,
To
compasse
that
which
I
haue
bought
so
deare
:
I
bare
the
swinge
,
I
and
that
wretched
wight
,
The
Duke
of
Glocester
that
Richard
hight
.
For
when
the
fates
had
reft
that
Royall
Prince
Edward
the
fourth
,
chiefe
mirrour
of
that
name
,
The
Duke
,
and
I
fast
ioyned
euer
since
,
In
faythfull
loue
,
our
secret
driftes
to
frame
:
What
hee
thought
best
,
to
mee
so
seem'de
the
same
,
My selfe
not
bent
so
mutch
for
to
aspire
,
As
to
fulfill
that
greedy
Dukes
desire
.
Whose
restlesse
minde
sore
thirstinge
after
rule
,
When
that
hee
sawe
his
nephewes
both
to
bene
Through
tender
yeares
as
yet
vnfit
to
rule
,
And
rather
ruled
by
their
Mothers
Kin
,
There
sought
hee
first
his
mischiefe
to
begin
,
To
plucke
from
them
their
Mothers
frends
assinde
,
For
well
he
wist
they
would
withstand
his
mynde
.
To
follow
which
hee
ran
so
headlonge
swift
,
Wyth
eigre
thirst
of
his
desired
draught
,
To
seeke
their
deaths
that
sought
to
dash
his
drift
,
Of
whom
the
chiefe
the
Queenes
allies
he
thought
,
That
bent
thereto
with
mounts
of
mischiefe
fraught
Hee
knew
their
liues
would
be
so
sore
his
let
,
That
in
their
deaths
his
onely
help
hee
set
.
And
I
most
cursed
caitife
that
I
was
,
Seeinge
the
state
vnsted
fast
howe
it
stoode
,
His
chiefe
complice
to
bringe
the
same
to
passe
,
Vnhappy
wretch
consented
to
their
blood
:
Yea
Kinges
,
and
Peeres
that
swim
in
worldly
good
,
In
seekinge
bloud
the
ende
aduert
you
playne
,
And
see
if
bloud
ey
aske
not
bloud
agayne
.
Consider
Cyrus
in
your
cruell
thought
,
A
makelesse
Prince
in
riches
,
and
in
might
,
And
weigh
in
minde
the
bloudy
deedes
hee
wrought
,
In
sheadinge
which
hee
set
his
whole
delight
:
But
see
the
guerdon
lotted
to
this
wight
,
Hee
whose
huge
power
no
man
might
ouerthrowe
,
Tomyris
Queene
with
great
dispite
hath
slowe
.
His
head
dismembred
from
his
mangled
corps
,
Her selfe
shee
cast
into
a
vessell
fraught
Wyth
clottred
bloud
of
them
that
felt
her
force
.
And
with
these
words
a
iust
rewarde
she
taught
:
Drinke
now
thy
fill
of
thy
desired
draught
.
Loe
!
Marke
the
fine
that
did
this
Prince
be
fall
:
Marke
not
this
one
,
but
marke
the
ende
of
all
.
Beholde
Cambises
,
and
his
Fatall
day
,
Where
murders
mischiefe
mirrour
like
is
left
:
While
bee
his
Brother
Mergus
cast
to
slay
,
A
dreadfull
thinge
his
wits
were
him
bereft
.
A
Sword
hee
caught
where
with
hee
pearced
eft
His
body
gored
,
which
be
of
lyfe
benooms
:
So
iust
is
God
in
all
his
dredfulll
dooms
.
O
bloudy
Brutus
rightly
didst
thou
rewe
,
And
thou
Cassius
iustly
came
thy
fall
,
That
with
the
Sword
wherewith
thou
Caesar
slewe
Murdrest
thy selfe
,
and
reft
thy
life
withall
.
A
mirrour
let
him
be
vnto
you
all
That
murderers
be
,
of
murder
to
your
meede
:
For
murder
crieth
out
Vengeaunce
on
your
seede
.
Loe
!
Bessius
he
that
arm'de
with
murderers
Knife
,
And
traytours
heart
against
his
royal
King
,
With
bloudy
hands
bereft
his
maisters
Lyfe
,
Aduert
the
fine
his
foule
offence
did
bring
:
And
loathinge
murder
as
most
lothly
thing
Beholde
in
him
the
iust
deserued
fall
,
That
euer
hath
,
and
shall
betide
them
all
.
What
booted
him
his
false
vsurped
raygne
?
Whereto
by
murder
he
did
so
ascend
?
When
like
a
wretch
led
in
an
yron
chayne
Hee
was
presented
by
his
chiefest
frend
Vnto
the
Foes
of
him
whom
he
had
slayne
:
That
euen
they
should
venge
so
fowle
a
gilt
,
That
rather
sought
to
haue
his
bloud
yspilt
:
Take
heed
ye
Princes
and
ye
prelates
al
Ofs
this
outrage
,
which
though
it
sleepe
a
while
And
not
disclosde
,
as
it
doth
seeld
be
fal
,
Yet
God
that
suffereth
silence
to
beguile
Such
giltes
,
wherewith
both
earth
and
ayre
ye
file
,
At
last
discries
them
to
your
foule
deface
,
You
see
th
examples
set
before
your
face
.
And
diepely
graue
within
your
stony
hartes
,
The
drery
dewle
that
mighty
Macedo
,
With
feares
vnfolded
wrapt
in
deadly
smartes
,
When
he
the
Death
of
Clitus
sorowed
so
,
Whom
earst
he
murdered
with
the
deadly
blow
Raught
in
his
rage
vpon
his
frend
so
deare
,
For
which
behold
lo
how
his
pangues
appeare
,
The
launced
speare
he
writhes
out
of
the
wound
,
From
which
the
purple
bloud
spins
in
his
face
:
His
heynous
gilt
when
he
returned
found
,
He
throwes
himselfe
vpon
the
corps
alas
.
And
in
his
armes
how
oft
doth
he
embrace
His
murdred
frend
:
and
kissing
him
in
vayne
,
Forth
flowe
the
fluds
of
salt
repentaunt
rayne
.
His
frendes
amazde
at
such
a
murder
done
,
In
feareful
flockes
begin
to
shrinke
away
.
And
he
thereat
with
heapes
of
griefe
for
done
.
Hateth
him selfe
,
wishing
his
later
daye
.
Now
he
likewise
perceiued
in
like
staye
,
As
is
the
wilde
beast
in
the
desert
bred
,
Both
dreading
others
and
himselfe
abred
.
Hee
calles
for
death
,
and
loathinge
lenger
life
,
Bent
to
his
Bane
,
refuseth
kindely
Foode
:
And
plung'de
in
depth
of
death
,
and
dolours
strife
,
Had
queld
him selfe
,
had
not
his
freendes
withstoode
.
Loe
!
he
that
thus
hath
shed
the
guiltlesse
bloud
,
Though
hee
were
Kinge
,
and
Kezar
ouer
all
Yet
chose
he
death
to
guerdon
death
withall
.
This
Prince
whose
Peere
was
neuer
vnder
sunne
Whose
glisteringe
Fame
the
Earth
did
ouerglyde
,
Which
with
his
power
welnigh
the
World
had
won
,
His
bloudy
handes
himselfe
could
not
abyde
,
But
fully
bent
with
famine
to
haue
died
:
The
worthy
Prince
deemed
in
his
regarde
,
That
death
for
death
could
be
but
iust
rewarde
:
Yet
wee
that
were
so
drowned
in
the
depth
Of
deepe
desire
to
drinke
the
guiltlesse
bloud
,
Like
to
the
Wolfe
,
with
greedy
lookes
that
●epth
Into
the
Snare
,
to
feede
on
deadly
Foode
,
So
wee
delighted
in
the
State
wee
stoode
,
Blinded
so
farre
in
all
our
blinded
Trayne
That
blinde
wee
sawe
not
our
destruction
playne
.
Wee
spared
none
whose
life
could
ought
for
let
Our
wicked
purpose
to
his
passe
to
come
.
Fower
worthy
Kinghtes
wee
Headed
at
Pomfret
Guiltlesse
(
God
wote
)
withouten
lawe
or
dome
.
My
heart
euen
bleedes
to
tell
you
all
and
some
,
And
how
Lord
Hastings
when
hee
feared
least
,
Dispiteously
was
murdred
,
and
opprest
.
These
rocks
vpraught
,
that
threatned
most
our
wrecke
Wee
seem'de
to
sayle
mutch
surer
in
the
Streame
:
And
fortune
faringe
as
shee
were
at
becke
Lay'de
in
our
lap
the
rule
of
all
the
Realme
.
The
Nephewes
strait
depos'de
were
by
the
Eame
.
And
wee
aduaunst
to
that
wee
bought
full
deere
,
Hee
Crowned
Kinge
,
and
I
his
chiefest
Peere
.
Thus
hauinge
wonne
our
longe
desired
Pray
,
To
make
him
Kinge
that
●ee
might
make
mee
chiefe
,
Downe
throwe
wee
strait
his
sely
Nephewes
tway
,
From
Princes
Pompe
,
to
wofull
Prisoners
lyfe
:
In
hope
that
nowe
stint
was
all
furder
strife
.
Sith
hee
was
Kinge
,
and
I
chiefe
stroke
did
beare
.
Who
ioyed
but
wee
,
yet
who
more
cause
to
feare
?
The
guiltlesse
bloud
which
wee
vniustly
shed
,
The
Royall
Babes
deuested
from
their
Trons
,
And
wee
like
Traytours
raigninge
in
their
sted
,
These
heauy
Burdens
passed
vs
vpon
,
Tormentinge
vs
so
by
our selues
alone
,
Mutch
like
the
Felon
that
pursued
by
night
,
Starts
at
ech
Bush
,
as
his
Foe
were
in
sight
.
Nowe
doubtinge
State
,
now
dreadinge
losse
of
lyfe
,
In
feare
of
wracke
at
euery
blast
of
Winde
,
Now
start
in
Dreames
through
dread
of
murdrers
knyfe
,
As
though
euen
then
reuengement
were
assinde
.
With
restlesse
thought
so
is
the
guilty
minde
Turmoylde
,
and
neuer
feeleth
ease
,
or
stay
,
But
liues
in
feare
of
that
which
followes
aye
.
Well
gaue
that
Iudge
his
dome
vpon
the
death
Of
Titus
Glelius
that
in
Bed
was
slayne
:
Whan
euery
wight
the
cruell
murder
leyth
To
his
two
Sonnes
that
in
his
Chamber
layne
,
That
Iudge
that
by
the
proofe
perceiueth
playne
,
That
they
were
founde
fast
sleepinge
in
their
Bed
,
Hath
deem'de
them
guiltlesse
of
this
bloud
yshed
.
He
thought
it
could
not
be
,
that
they
which
brake
The
lawes
of
God
and
man
in
sutch
outrage
Could
so
forthwith
themselues
to
sleepe
betake
:
He
rather
thought
the
horrour
,
and
the
rage
Of
sutch
an
haynous
gilt
,
could
neuer
swage
.
Nor
neuer
suffer
them
to
sleepe
,
or
rest
,
Or
dreadles
breath
one
breath
out
of
their
brest
.
So
gnawes
the
greife
of
conscience
euermore
And
in
the
heart
it
is
so
deepely
graue
,
That
they
may
neyther
sleepe
nor
rest
therefore
,
Ne
thinke
one
thought
,
but
on
the
dread
they
haue
.
Still
to
the
death
for
tossed
with
the
waue
Of
restlesse
woe
,
in
terrour
,
and
dispeire
.
They
leade
a
life
continually
in
feare
.
Lyke
to
the
Deare
that
striken
with
the
Dart
,
With
drawes
himselfe
into
some
secrete
place
,
And
feelinge
greene
the
wounde
about
his
hart
,
Startlesse
with
pangs
till
hee
fall
on
the
grasse
,
And
in
great
feare
lies
gaspinge
there
a
space
,
Forth
brayinge
Sigbes
as
though
ech
pange
had
brought
The
present
death
which
hee
doth
dread
so
oft
:
So
wee
diepe
wovnded
with
the
bloudy
thought
,
And
gnawing
worme
that
grieued
our
consciens
so
,
Neuer
tooke
ease
,
but
as
our
hart
outhrought
The
stayned
sighes
in
witnesse
of
our
woe
,
Such
restlesse
cares
our
fault
did
wel
beknowe
:
Wherewith
of
our
deserued
fal
the
feares
In
euery
place
rang
death
within
our
eares
.
And
as
il
grayne
is
neuer
wel
ykept
,
So
fared
it
by
vs
within
a
while
:
That
which
so
long
with
such
vnrest
we
reapt
,
In
dread
and
daunger
by
al
wit
and
wyle
,
Loe
see
the
fyne
,
when
once
it
felt
the
wheele
Of
s●ipper
fortune
,
stay
it
mought
no
stowne
,
The
wheele
whurls
vp
,
but
strait
it
whurleth
down
.
For
hauing
rule
and
riches
in
our
hand
,
Who
durst
gainsay
the
thing
that
we
auerde
?
Will
was
wisedome
,
our
lust
for
lawe
did
stand
,
In
sort
so
straunge
that
who
was
not
afeard
When
he
the
sound
but
of
king
Richard
heard
?
So
hateful
waxt
the
hearing
of
his
name
That
you
may
deeme
the
residue
of
the
same
.
But
what
auaild
the
terrour
and
the
feare
,
Wherewith
he
kept
his
lieges
vnder
awe
?
It
rather
wan
him
hatred
euery
where
.
And
fayned
faces
forst
by
feare
of
lawe
:
That
but
while
Fortune
doth
with
fauour
blaw
Flatter
through
feare
:
for
in
their
harte
lurkes
aye
A
secrete
hate
that
hopeth
for
a
daye
.
Recordeth
Dionysius
the
Kynge
,
That
with
his
Rigour
so
his
Realme
opprest
,
As
that
he
thought
by
cruel
feare
to
bringe
His
Subiects
vnder
,
as
him
liked
best
:
But
loe
!
the
dread
where
with
himselfe
was
strest
,
And
you
shall
see
the
fine
of
forced
feare
,
Most
myrrour
like
in
this
proude
Prince
appeare
.
All
were
his
Head
with
Crowne
of
Golde
ysprad
,
And
in
his
Hand
the
Royall
Scepter
set
:
And
hee
with
Princely
Purple
richly
clad
,
Yet
was
his
heart
with
wretched
cares
orefret
:
And
inwardly
with
deadly
feare
beset
,
Of
those
whom
hee
by
Rigour
kept
in
awe
,
And
sore
opprest
with
might
of
Tyraunts
Lawe
.
Agaynst
whose
feare
,
no
heapes
of
Golde
,
and
glie
,
No
strength
of
gard
,
nor
all
his
hired
power
,
Ne
proude
high
Towers
that
preaced
to
the
Skie
,
His
cruell
heart
of
safty
could
assure
:
But
dreadinge
them
whom
hee
should
deeme
most
sure
,
Himselfe
his
Beard
with
burninge
Brand
would
ceare
,
Of
death
deseru'de
so
vexed
him
the
feare
.
This
might
suffise
to
represent
the
fine
Of
Tyraunts
force
,
their
feares
,
and
their
vnrest
,
But
heare
this
one
,
although
my
heart
repine
To
let
the
sound
once
sincke
within
my
brest
:
Of
fell
Phereus
,
that
aboue
the
rest
,
Sutch
lothsome
cruelty
on
his
people
wrought
▪
As
(
oh
alas
)
I
tremble
with
the
thought
.
Some
hee
encased
in
the
Coates
of
Bears
,
Amonge
Wilde
beasts
deuoured
so
to
bee
:
And
some
for
Pray
vnto
the
Hunters
Speares
,
Like
Sauage
Beasts
withouten
ruth
to
dye
.
Sometime
to
encrease
his
horrible
cruelty
,
The
quicke
with
face
to
face
engraued
hee
,
Ech
others
death
that
ech
mought
liuinge
see
.
Loe
!
what
more
cruell
horrour
mought
bee
found
,
To
purchase
feare
,
if
feare
could
stay
his
raygne
?
It
●ooted
not
,
it
rather
strake
the
wounde
Of
feare
in
him
to
feare
the
like
agayne
.
And
so
he
did
full
oft
,
and
not
in
vayne
:
And
in
his
life
his
cares
could
witnesse
well
▪
But
most
of
all
his
wretched
ende
doth
tell
.
His
owne
deare
Wyfe
whom
as
his
life
hee
loued
,
Hee
durst
not
trust
,
nor
proch
vnto
her
Bed
,
But
causinge
first
his
Slaue
with
naked
Sworde
To
go
before
,
himselfe
with
tremblinge
dread
Strayt
followeth
fast
,
and
whurlinge
in
his
head
His
rollinge
eyen
,
hee
searcheth
heere
,
and
there
The
deepe
daunger
that
hee
so
sore
did
feare
.
For
not
in
vayne
it
ran
still
in
his
Breast
,
Some
wretched
hap
should
hale
him
to
his
ende
.
And
therefore
alway
by
his
pillow
prest
Had
hee
a
Sword
,
and
with
that
Sword
bee
wende
,
In
vayne
(
God
wote
)
all
perils
to
defende
.
For
loe
!
his
Wife
foreyrked
of
his
Raygne
,
Sleepinge
in
Bed
this
cruell
Wre●ch
hath
Slayne
.
What
should
I
more
now
seeke
to
say
in
this
Or
one
iote
farder
linger
foorth
my
Tale
?
Wyth
cruell
Nero
,
or
with
Phalaris
,
Caligula
,
Domitian
,
and
all
The
cruell
Rout
?
or
of
their
wretched
fall
?
I
can
no
more
,
but
in
my
name
aduert
All
earthly
powers
beware
of
Tyrants
heart
.
And
as
our
State
endured
but
a
throw
,
So
best
in
vs
the
stay
of
sutch
a
State
M●y
best
appeare
to
hange
on
ouer
throw
,
And
better
teach
Tyraunts
deserued
hate
Than
any
Tyraunts
death
tofore
,
or
late
.
So
cruell
seem'd●
this
Richard
third
to
mee
,
That
loe
!
my selfe
now
loath'de
his
crueltee
.
For
when
alas
,
I
sawe
the
Tyraunt
Kinge
Content
not
onely
from
his
Nephues
twayne
To
riue
Worlds
blisse
,
but
also
al
Worlds
beinge
,
Saunce
earthly
guilt
ycausinge
both
be
sl●yne
,
My
hart
agrief'de
that
sutch
a
wretch
should
raygne
,
Whose
bloudy
brest
so
saluaged
out
of
kinde
,
That
Phalaris
had
neuer
so
bloudy
a
minde
.
Ne
could
I
brooke
him
once
within
my
breast
,
But
with
the
thought
my
Teeth
would
gnashe
withal
:
For
toough
I
earst
were
his
by
sworne
behest
,
Yet
when
I
sawe
mischiefe
on
mischiefe
fall
,
So
deepe
in
bloud
to
murther
Prince
,
and
all
Ay
then
thought
I
,
alas
,
and
weale
away
,
And
to
my selfe
thus
mourninge
would
I
say
.
If
neyther
Loue
,
Kinred
,
ne
knot
of
Bloude
,
His
owne
alleageaunce
to
his
Prince
of
due
,
Nor
yet
the
State
of
trust
wherein
hee
stoode
,
The
Worlds
defame
,
nor
nought
could
forme
him
true
Those
guiltlesse
Babes
,
could
they
no●
make
him
rue
?
Nor
could
their
youth
,
nor
innocence
withall
Moue
him
from
reuiage
them
their
life
,
and
all
?
Alas
it
could
not
moue
him
any
iote
,
Ne
make
him
once
to
rue
or
wet
his
eye
,
Stird
him
no
more
than
that
that
stirreth
not
:
But
as
the
rocke
or
stone
that
wil
not
plye
,
S●
was
his
hart
made
hard
with
crueltye
,
To
murther
them
,
alas
I
weepe
in
thought
,
To
thincke
on
that
which
this
fell
wreth
hath
wrought
.
That
now
when
he
had
done
the
thing
he
sought
,
And
as
he
would
,
complisht
and
compast
all
,
And
sawe
and
knewe
the
treason
he
had
wrought
To
God
and
man
,
to
stay
his
Prince
and
all
,
Then
seemde
he
first
to
doubt
and
dread
vs
all
,
And
me
in
chief
,
whose
death
all
meanes
he
might
He
sought
to
worke
by
malice
and
by
might
.
Such
heapes
of
harmes
vpharbard
in
his
brest
With
enuious
hart
my
honour
to
deface
,
And
knowing
he
that
I
●●tch
woted
best
His
wretched
dr●ts
,
and
all
his
wretched
case
,
If
euer
sprang
within
me
sparke
of
grace
,
Must
needes
abhorre
him
and
his
hateful
race
:
Now
more
and
more
can
cast
me
out
of
grace
.
Which
sodaine
chaunge
when
I
by
secret
chaunce
Had
wel
perceiued
by
proofe
of
enuious
frowne
,
And
saw
the
lot
that
did
me
to
aduaunce
Him
to
a
king
that
sought
to
cast
me
downe
,
To
late
it
was
to
linger
any
stowne
:
Sith
present
choise
lay
cast
before
myne
eye
,
To
worke
his
death
,
or
I
my selfe
to
dye
.
And
as
the
knight
in
field
among
his
foes
,
Beset
with
swordes
,
must
slaye
or
there
be
slayne
:
So
I
alas
lapd
in
a
thousand
woes
,
Beholding
death
on
euery
syde
so
playne
,
I
rather
chose
by
some
slye
secret
traine
To
worke
his
death
,
and
I
to
liue
thereby
,
Than
he
to
liue
and
I
of
force
to
dye
.
With
heauy
choise
so
hastned
me
to
choose
,
That
I
in
part
agrieued
at
his
disdaine
,
In
part
to
wreake
the
doleful
death
of
those
Two
render
Babes
,
his
seely
Nephues
twayne
,
By
him
alas
commaunded
to
be
slayne
,
With
painted
chea●e
humblye
before
his
face
,
Straight
toke
my
leaue
&
rode
to
Brecknocke
place
And
there
as
close
and
couert
as
I
might
,
My
purpose●
practise
to
his
passe
to
bring
,
In
secret
driftes
I
lingered
day
and
night
:
Al
how
I
might
depose
this
cruel
king
,
That
seemde
to
all
so
much
a
desy●rd
thing
,
As
thereto
trusting
I
emprisde
the
same
:
But
too
much
trusting
brought
me
to
my
bane
.
For
while
I
now
had
Fortune
at
my
becke
Mistrusting
I
no
earthly
thing
at
all
,
Vnwares
alas
least
looking
for
a
checke
,
She
mated
me
in
tourning
of
a
ball
:
When
least
I
feared
,
the
nearest
was
my
fall
.
And
when
whole
hoastes
were
prest
to
str●y
my
foen
.
She
chaungde
her
cheare
,
and
left
me
post
alone
.
I
had
vpraisde
a
mighty
hand
of
men
,
And
marched
foorth
in
order
of
array
.
Leading
my
power
amid
the
forest
Dene
,
Against
the
tyraunt
banner
to
displaye
:
But
lo
my
Souldiers
cowardly
shranke
awaye
,
For
such
is
Fortune
when
she
list
to
frowne
,
Who
seemes
most
sure
,
him
sonest
whurls
she
down
O
let
no
Prince
put
trust
in
commontie
,
Nor
hope
in
faith
of
giddie
peoples
minde
,
But
let
al
noble
men
take
heede
by
mee
,
That
by
the
proofe
to
wel
the
payne
do
fynde
:
Lo
,
where
is
truth
or
trust
?
or
what
could
binde
The
vayne
people
,
but
they
wil
swerue
and
swaye
,
As
chaunce
bringes
chaunge
,
to
driue
&
draw
that
way
.
Rome
thou
that
once
aduaunced
vp
so
hye
,
Thy
stay
,
patron
,
and
flower
of
excellence
,
Hast
now
throwne
him
to
depth
of
miserie
,
Exiled
him
that
was
thy
whole
defence
,
Ne
comprest
it
not
an
horrible
offence
,
To
reeuen
him
of
honour
and
of
fame
,
That
wan
it
thee
when
thou
hadst
lost
the
same
.
Behold
Camillus
,
he
that
earst
reuiued
The
state
of
Rome
,
that
dyinge
he
did
fynde
,
Of
his
owne
state
is
now
alas
depriued
,
Banisht
by
them
whom
be
did
thus
det
bynde
:
That
cruel
folke
vnthankeful
and
vnkinde
,
Declared
wel
their
false
inconstancie
,
And
fortune
eke
her
mutabilitie
.
And
thou
Scipio
,
a
mirrour
maiest
thou
he
To
al
nobles
,
that
they
learne
not
to
late
,
How
they
once
trust
the
vnstable
commontie
.
That
thou
recuredst
the
torne
dismembred
state
,
Euen
when
the
conqueror
was
at
the
gate
,
A●t
now
exilde
,
as
though
thou
not
deserued
To
rest
in
her
,
whom
thou
hadst
so
preserued
.
Ingrateful
Rome
hast
shewed
thy
crueltie
,
No
him
,
by
whom
thou
liuest
yet
in
fame
.
But
nor
thy
deede
,
nor
his
desert
shal
dye
,
But
his
owne
word●s
shal
witnesse
aye
the
same
:
For
lo
his
graue
doth
thee
most
iustlye
blame
.
And
with
disdaine
in
Marble
sayes
to
thee
:
Vnkinde
countrey
my
bones
shalt
thou
not
see
.
What
more
vnworthye
than
this
his
exile
?
More
iust
than
this
the
woful
plaint
he
wrote
?
Or
who
could
shew
a
playner
proofe
the
while
,
Of
most
false
faith
,
than
they
thus
forgot
His
great
desertes
?
that
so
deserued
not
?
His
cinders
yet
lo●
,
doth
he
them
denye
,
That
him
denied
amongst
them
for
to
dye
.
Melciades
,
O
happy
hadst
thou
bee
,
And
well
rewarded
of
thy
Country
men
,
If
in
the
Field
when
thou
hadst
forst
to
flye
By
thy
prowesse
,
three
hundred
thousand
men
,
Content
they
had
bin
to
Exile
thee
then
:
And
not
to
cast
thee
into
Prison
so
,
Laden
with
Gyues
to
ende
thy
life
in
woe
.
Alas
how
hard
,
and
Steely
hearts
had
they
That
not
contented
there
to
haue
thee
dye
,
Wyth
fettred
Gyues
in
Prison
where
thou
lay
,
Increast
so
farre
in
hatefull
Cruelty
,
That
burial
to
thy
Corps
,
they
eke
deny
:
Ne
will
they
graunt
the
same
,
till
thy
Sonne
haue
Put
on
thy
Gyues
,
to
purchase
thee
a
Graue
.
Loe
!
Hanniball
as
longe
as
fixed
fate
,
And
brittle
Fortune
had
ordayned
so
,
Who
euermore
aduaunst
his
Countrey
state
Then
thou
that
liuedst
for
her
,
and
for
no
moe
?
But
when
the
stormy
Waues
began
to
growe
,
Without
respect
of
thy
deserts
ere
while
,
Art
by
thy
Countrey
throwen
into
Exile
.
Vnfrendly
Fortune
shall
I
thee
now
blame
?
Or
shall
I
fault
the
sates
that
so
ordayne
?
Or
art
thou
Ioue
the
causer
of
the
same
?
Or
cruelty
her selfe
doth
shee
constrayne
?
Or
on
whom
els
alas
shall
I
complayne
?
O
trustlesse
world
I
can
accusen
none
,
But
fickle
fayth
of
Commonty
alone
.
The
Polipus
nor
the
Chamelion
straunge
,
That
tourne
themselues
to
euery
hue
they
see
Are
hot
so
ful
of
vayne
and
fickle
chaunge
As
is
this
false
vnstedfast
commontie
.
Loe
I
alas
with
mine
aduersitie
Haue
tried
it
true
,
for
they
are
fled
and
gone
And
of
an
hoast
,
there
is
not
left
me
one
.
That
I
alas
in
this
calamitie
Alone
was
left
,
and
to
my selfe
mought
plaine
This
treason
,
and
this
wretched
cowardye
,
And
eke
with
teares
be
weepen
and
complaine
My
hateful
hap
,
still
looking
to
be
slaine
.
Wandring
in
woe
,
and
to
the
Gods
on
hye
Cleaping
for
vengeaunce
of
this
treachery
.
And
as
the
Turtle
that
hath
lost
her
mate
,
Whom
griping
sorow
doth
so
sore
attaint
,
With
doleful
voyce
and
souud
that
she
doth
make
Mourning
her
losse
filles
al
the
groue
with
plaint
,
So
I
alas
forsaken
and
forfaint
,
With
restlesse
foote
the
wood
rome
vp
and
downe
,
Which
of
my
dole
al
shiuering
doth
resowne
.
And
being
thus
alone
and
al
forsake
,
Amid
the
chick
,
forewandred
in
despaire
,
As
one
dismaid
ne
wist
what
way
to
take
,
Vntil
at
last
gan
to
my
minde
repayre
,
A
man
of
mine
called
Humfrey
Bauastaier
:
Wherewith
me
feeling
much
recomforted
,
In
hope
of
succour
to
his
house
I
fled
.
Who
beeing
one
whom
erst
I
had
vp
brought
Eeuen
from
his
youth
and
loued
and
liked
best
,
To
gentry
state
aduauncing
him
from
nought
,
And
had
in
secret
trust
aboue
the
rest
.
Of
special
trust
now
beeing
thus
distrest
Ful
secretely
to
him
I
me
conueyed
Not
doubting
there
but
I
should
fynde
some
ayde
,
But
out
alas
on
cruel
trecherie
,
When
that
this
caytife
once
an
inkling
hard
,
How
that
King
Richard
had
proclaimde
that
hee
Which
me
descried
should
haue
for
his
rewarde
A
thousand
poundes
and
farther
be
prefarde
,
His
truth
so
turnde
to
treason
,
al
distainde
That
fayth
quite
fled
,
and
I
by
trust
was
trainde
.
For
by
this
wretch
I
beeing
strait
betraied
,
To
one
Iohn
Mitton
shyriffe
of
Shropshire
then
,
Al
sodenlye
was
taken
and
couayed
To
Salisburie
,
with
rout
of
harnest
men
,
Vnto
King
Richard
there
encamped
then
:
Fast
by
the
cittie
with
a
mighty
hoast
Withouten
dome
where
head
and
life
I
lost
:
And
with
these
wordes
as
if
the
axe
euen
there
Dismembred
had
his
head
and
corps
apart
,
Dead
fel
he
downe
and
wee
in
woful
feare
Stoode
mazed
when
he
would
to
life
reuert
:
But
deadly
griefe
stil
grew
about
his
hart
,
That
stil
he
Iry
,
somtime
reuiued
with
payne
,
And
with
a
sighe
becomming
dead
againe
,
Midnight
was
come
,
when
euery
vital
thing
With
sweete
sound
sleepe
their
weary
lims
did
rest
,
The
beastes
were
stil
,
the
little
birdes
that
sing
▪
Now
sweetely
slept
besides
their
mothers
brest
:
The
old
and
al
were
shrouded
in
their
nest
.
The
waters
calme
,
the
cruel
seas
did
cease
,
The
woods
,
the
fieldes
,
&
al
thinges
held
their
peace
The
golden
stars
were
whirld
amid
their
race
,
And
on
the
earth
old
laugh
with
twinckling
light
,
When
ech
thing
nestled
in
his
resting
place
,
Forgat
dayes
payne
with
pleasure
of
the
night
:
The
hare
had
not
the
greedy
boundes
in
sight
,
The
fearful
Deare
of
death
stoode
not
in
doubt
,
The
Partridge
drept
not
of
the
Falcons
foote
.
The
ouglye
Beare
now
minded
not
the
stake
,
Nor
how
the
cruel
mastiues
do
him
teare
,
The
stag
lay
stil
vnroused
from
the
brake
,
The
fomye
bore
fearde
not
the
hunters
speate
:
Al
thing
was
stil
in
desert
bush
and
breare
.
With
quiet
hart
now
from
their
trauayles
rest
.
Soundly
they
slept
in
midst
of
al
their
rest
.
When
Buckingham
amid
this
plaint
opprest
,
With
surging
sorowes
and
with
pinching
paines
In
sort
thus
sowned
,
and
with
a
sigh
●e
ceast
,
To
tellen
forth
the
trecherie
and
traines
,
Of
Banastar
,
which
him
so
sore
distreines
.
That
from
a
sighe
he
falles
into
a
sound
,
And
from
a
sound
lyeth
raging
on
the
ground
.
So
twitching
were
the
panges
that
he
assaied
,
And
he
so
sore
with
ruful
rage
distraught
.
To
thinke
vpon
the
wretch
that
him
betraied
Whom
earst
he
made
a
Gentleman
of
nought
That
more
and
more
agreeued
was
his
thought
,
He
stormes
out
sighes
,
and
with
redoubled
sore
,
Stroke
with
the
furies
rageth
more
and
more
.
Who
so
hath
seene
the
Bull
chased
with
daries
,
And
with
deepe
wounds
foregalde
and
gored
so
,
Til
he
oppressed
with
the
deadly
smartes
,
F●l
in
arage
and
runne
vpon
his
foe
,
Let
him
I
say
behold
the
raging
woe
Of
Buckingham
that
in
these
gripes
of
griefe
Rageth
gainst
him
that
hath
betraied
his
life
.
With
bloud
red
eyen
he
stareth
here
and
there
,
Frothing
at
mouth
,
with
face
as
pale
as
clout
:
When
loe
my
lims
were
trembling
all
for
feare
,
And
I
amazde
stoode
stil
in
dreadn
ad
doubt
,
While
I
mought
see
him
throwe
his
armes
about
:
And
gainst
the
ground
himselfe
plundge
with
such
force
As
if
the
life
sorth
with
should
leaue
the
corps
.
With
smoake
of
sighes
sometime
I
might
beholde
The
place
al
dimde
,
like
to
the
morning
mist
:
And
straite
againe
the
teares
how
they
downe
rolde
Alongste
his
cheekes
,
as
if
the
riuers
hist:
Whose
flowinge
streames
ne
were
no
sooner
whist
,
But
to
the
starres
such
dreadful
shoutes
he
sent
,
As
if
the
crone
of
mighty
Ioue
should
rent
,
And
I
the
while
with
sprites
welny
bereft
,
Beheld
the
plight
and
pangues
that
did
him
straine
.
And
how
the
bloud
his
deadly
colour
left
,
And
st●aight
returnd
with
flaming
red
againe
:
When
sodenlye
amio
his
raging
payne
,
He
gaue
a
sighe
and
with
that
sigh
he
saied
,
Oh
Banastar
,
and
straight
againe
he
staied
.
Dead
laye
his
corps
as
dead
as
any
stone
,
Til
swelling
sighes
storming
within
his
brest
Vpraisde
his
head
,
that
downeward
fel
anone
,
With
lookes
vpcast
,
and
sighes
that
neuer
ceast
:
Forth
streamde
the
teares
recordes
of
his
vnrest
,
When
he
wich
shrikes
thus
groueling
on
the
ground
Ybraied
these
wordes
with
shril
and
doleful
sound
.
Heauen
and
earth
and
ye
eternal
lampes
That
in
the
heauens
wrapt
,
wil
vs
to
rest
,
Thou
bright
Phoebe
,
that
clearest
the
nights
damps
Witnesse
the
plaintes
that
in
these
panges
opprest
I
woful
wretch
vnlade
out
of
my
breast
▪
And
let
me
yeelde
my
last
wordes
ere
I
part
,
You
,
you
,
I
call
to
record
of
my
smart
.
And
thou
Alecto
feede
mee
with
thy
foode
Let
fal
thy
serpentes
from
thy
snakie
hayre
,
For
such
reliefe
wel
sittes
mee
in
this
moode
,
To
ferde
my
plain●
with
horror
and
with
feare
,
While
rage
afresh
thy
venomde
worme
a●eare
.
And
thou
Sibilla
when
thou
seest
me
faint
,
Addresse
thy selfe
the
guide
of
my
complaint
.
And
thou
O
Ioue
,
that
with
thy
diepe
fordome
Doest
rule
the
earth
▪
and
raigne
aboue
the
skies
,
That
wreakest
wronges
,
&
geuest
the
dreadful
dome
Against
the
wretch
that
doth
thy
name
dispise
,
Receiue
these
words
and
wreake
them
in
such
wise
,
As
heauen
and
earth
may
witnesse
and
beholde
,
Thy
heapes
of
wrath
vpon
this
wretch
vnfolde
.
Thou
Banaster
gainst
thee
I
clepe
and
call
Vnto
the
Gods
,
that
they
iust
vengeaunce
take
O●
thee
,
thy
bloud
,
thy
stayned
stocke
and
all
:
O
Ioue
to
thee
aboue
the
rest
I
make
My
humble
plaint
,
guide
me
that
what
I
speake
,
May
be
thy
wyl
vpon
thys
wretch
to
fall
,
On
thee
Banastar
,
wretch
of
wretches
all
.
O
would
to
God
the
cruel
dismal
day
,
That
gaue
me
light
fyrst
to
beholde
thy
face
,
With
fowle
Eclipse
had
reft
my
sight
away
:
The
vnhappie
houre
,
the
time
,
and
eke
the
day
:
The
Sunne
and
Moone
,
the
sterres
,
and
al
that
was
In
their
aspectes
helping
in
ought
to
thee
,
The
earth
and
ayre
,
and
all
accursed
bee
.
And
thou
caytife
,
that
like
a
monster
swarued
,
From
kinde
and
kindenesse
,
hast
they
maister
lorne
,
Whom
neither
truth
,
nor
trust
wherein
thou
serued
,
Ne
his
desertes
,
could
moue
,
nor
thy
fayth
sworne
,
How
shall
I
curse
,
but
wish
that
thou
vnborne
Had
bene
,
or
that
the
earth
had
rent
in
twaye
,
And
swallowed
thee
in
Cradle
as
thou
laye
.
To
this
did
I
euen
from
thy
tender
youth
Witsaue
to
bring
the
vp
,
did
I
herefore
Beleeue
the
oath
of
thy
vndoubted
troth
?
Aduaunce
thee
vp
,
and
trust
thee
euermore
?
By
trusting
thee
that
I
should
dye
therfore
?
O
wretch
,
and
worse
than
wretch
,
what
shal
I
say
?
But
cleape
and
curse
gainst
thee
and
thine
for
aye
.
Hated
be
thou
,
disdainde
of
euery
wight
,
And
pointed
at
where
euer
that
thou
goe
.
A
trayterous
wretch
,
vnworthy
of
the
light
,
Be
thou
estemed
:
and
to
encrease
thy
woe
,
The
sound
be
hatefel
of
thy
name
also
:
And
in
this
sort
with
shame
and
sharpe
reproach
,
Leade
thou
thy
life
til
greater
griefe
approach
.
Dole
and
dispayre
,
let
chose
be
thy
delight
,
Wrappes
in
woes
that
cannot
be
vnfolde
,
To
wayle
the
day
,
and
weepe
the
weary
night
,
With
raynie
eien
and
sighes
cannot
be
told
,
And
let
no
wight
thy
woe
seeke
to
withhold
:
But
count
thee
worthy
(
wretch
)
of
sorowes
store
,
That
suffring
much
,
oughtest
stil
to
suffer
more
.
Deserue
thou
death
,
yea
be
thou
deemde
to
dye
A
shameful
death
to
end
thy
shameful
life
:
A
sight
longed
for
,
iopful
to
euery
eye
,
When
thou
shalt
be
arraigned
as
a
thiefe
,
Standing
at
Barre
and
pleading
for
thy
life
,
With
trembling
tongue
in
dread
and
dolours
rage
,
Lade
with
white
lockes
,
and
fourskore
yeares
of
age
.
Yet
shal
not
death
deliuer
thee
so
sone
Out
of
thy
woes
,
so
happye
shalt
thou
not
bee
:
But
to
the
eternal
Ioue
this
is
my
boone
,
That
thou
maiest
liue
thine
eldest
sonne
to
see
,
Reft
of
his
wyts
,
and
in
a
fowle
Bores
Stye
To
end
his
dayes
in
rage
and
death
distrest
,
A
worthy
tombe
where
one
of
thine
should
rest
.
Yet
after
this
,
yet
pray
I
more
thou
may
Thy
second
sonne
see
drowned
in
a
dyke
,
And
in
such
sort
to
clo●se
his
later
daye
,
As
hearde
or
seene
erst
hath
not
beene
the
like
:
Ystrangled
in
a
puddle
not
halfe
so
diepe
As
halfe
a
foote
,
that
such
hard
losse
of
lyfe
,
So
cruelly
chaunst
,
may
be
the
greater
griefe
.
And
not
yet
shal
thy
huge
sorowes
ceasse
,
Ioue
shall
not
so
withhold
his
wrath
fro
thee
,
But
that
thy
plagues
may
more
and
more
encrease
,
Thou
shalt
stil
liue
that
thou
thy selfe
shalt
see
Thy
deare
daughter
stroken
with
leprosye
:
That
shee
that
earst
was
al
thy
whole
delight
,
That
now
maist
loathe
to
haue
her
come
in
sight
.
And
after
that
let
shame
and
sorowes
grief
Feede
foorth
thy
yeares
continuallye
in
woe
,
That
thou
maist
liue
in
death
,
and
dye
in
life
,
And
in
this
sort
forewaild
and
weried
so
,
At
length
thy
ghost
to
part
thy
body
fro
:
This
pray
I
Ioue
,
and
with
this
later
breath
,
Vengeaunce
I
aske
vpon
my
cruel
death
.
This
sayd
he
flong
his
rechles
armes
abroade
,
And
groueling
flat
vpon
the
ground
he
lay
,
Which
with
his
teeth
he
al
to
gnasht
and
gnawde
:
Deepe
groanes
he
fet
,
as
he
that
would
away
,
But
loe
in
vayne
he
did
the
death
assaye
:
Although
I
thinke
was
neuer
man
that
knew
,
Such
deadly
paynes
,
where
death
did
not
ensue
.
So
stroue
he
thus
awhile
as
with
the
death
,
Now
pale
as
lead
and
cold
as
any
stone
.
Now
stil
as
calme
,
now
storming
forth
a
breath
.
Of
smoakie
sighes
,
as
breath
and
al
were
gone
:
But
euery
thing
hath
end
:
so
he
anone
Came
to
himselfe
when
with
a
sigh
outbrayed
,
With
woful
cheare
,
these
woful
wordes
he
sayd
.
Ah
,
where
am
I
,
what
thing
,
or
whence
is
this
?
Who
reft
my
wits
?
or
how
do
I
thus
lye
?
My
lims
do
quake
,
my
thought
agasted
is
,
Why
sigh
I
so
?
or
whereunto
do
I
Thus
grawle
on
the
ground
?
and
by
and
by
Vpraisde
he
stoode
,
and
with
a
sighe
hath
staide
,
When
to
himselfe
returned
thus
he
sayde
.
Suffiseth
now
this
plaint
and
this
regreete
,
Whereof
my
hart
his
boccome
hath
vnfraught
:
And
of
my
death
let
Pieres
and
princes
weete
The
Worlds
vntrust
,
that
they
there
by
be
taught
.
And
in
her
wealth
,
sith
that
such
chaunge
is
wrought
,
Hope
not
too
much
,
but
in
the
midst
of
al
Thinke
on
my
death
,
and
what
may
them
befall
.
So
long
as
Fortune
would
permit
the
same
,
I
liued
in
rule
and
riches
with
the
best
:
And
past
my
time
in
honour
and
in
fame
.
That
of
Mishap
no
feare
was
in
my
breast
:
But
false
Fortune
when
I
suspected
least
,
Did
tourne
the
wheele
,
and
wich
a
doleful
fall
Hath
me
bereft
of
honour
life
and
all
.
Loe
what
auayles
in
ryches
flouds
that
flowes
?
Though
she
so
smylde
as
al
the
world
were
his
?
Euen
kinges
and
Kesars
biden
Fortunes
throwes
,
And
simple
sore
must
beare
it
as
it
is
.
Take
heede
by
me
that
blithde
in
baleful
blisse
:
My
rule
,
my
ryches
,
royal
bloud
and
al
,
When
Fortune
fround
,
the
feller
made
my
fall
.
For
hard
mishaps
that
happens
vnto
such
,
Whose
wretched
state
erst
neuer
fell
no
chaunge
,
Agrieue
them
not
in
any
part
so
much
,
As
their
distresse
to
whom
it
is
so
straunge
,
That
al
their
liues
nay
passed
pleasures
raunge
:
Their
soden
woe
that
aye
wield
wealth
at
will
,
Algates
their
hartes
more
pearcinglye
must
thril
.
For
of
my
byrth
,
my
bloud
was
of
the
best
,
First
borne
an
Earle
,
then
Duke
by
due
discent
:
To
swing
the
sway
in
Court
among
the
rest
,
Dame
Fortune
me
her
rule
most
largely
lent
:
And
kinde
courage
so
my
corps
had
blent
,
That
loe
on
whom
but
me
did
she
most
smyle
?
And
whom
but
me
loe
,
did
she
most
beguile
?
Now
hast
thou
hard
the
whole
of
my
mishap
My
chaunce
,
my
chaunge
,
the
cause
of
al
my
care
:
In
wealth
and
woe
,
how
fortune
●id
me
wrap
,
With
world
at
wil
to
winne
me
to
her
snare
,
Bid
kinges
,
bid
Kesars
,
did
al
states
beware
,
And
tel
them
this
from
mee
that
tryed
it
true
.
Who
recklesse
rules
,
right
soone
may
hap
to
rue
.
FINIS
.
T.
S.
HOw
like
you
this
my
maisters
(
quoth
I
)
very
wel
sayd
one
:
the
tragedy
excelleth
:
the
inuention
also
of
the
Induction
,
and
that
descriptions
,
are
notable
.
But
whereas
he
fayneth
to
talke
with
the
Princes
in
Hel
,
that
I
am
sure
wyl
be
misliked
,
because
it
is
most
certaine
,
that
some
of
their
soules
be
in
heauen
.
And
although
he
herein
,
do
folow
allowed
Poets
,
in
their
description
of
hel
,
yet
it
sauoreth
so
much
of
Purgatorie
,
whiche
the
Papistes
haue
digged
thereout
,
that
the
ignoraunt
may
thereby
bee
deceiued
.
Not
a
whit
I
warrant
you
sayd
one
:
for
hee
meaneth
not
by
his
hel
the
place
either
of
damned
soules
,
or
of
suche
as
lye
for
their
fees
,
but
rather
the
graue
,
wherin
the
dead
bodies
of
al
sortes
of
people
do
rest
til
time
of
the
resurrection
.
And
in
this
sence
is
Hell
taken
often
in
the
Scriptures
,
and
in
the
writinges
of
learned
Christians
,
&
so
wold
haue
it
taken
.
Tush
(
quoth
another
)
what
stand
we
hereupon
?
it
is
a
Poesy
and
no
deuinitye
,
and
it
is
lawful
for
Poetes
to
fayne
what
they
lyst
so
it
be
appertinent
to
the
matter
:
And
therfore
let
it
passe
euen
in
such
sort
as
you
haue
read
it
.
Wyth
a
good
wil
(
quoth
I
)
But
whereas
you
say
a
Poet
may
sayne
what
he
list
:
in
dede
me
thinke
it
should
be
so
,
&
ought
to
be
wel
taken
of
the
hearers
:
But
it
hath
not
at
al
times
bene
so
allowed
:
ye
say
troth
quoth
the
Reader
:
For
here
foloweth
in
the
storye
that
after
the
death
of
this
duke
,
one
called
Colling
bourne
,
was
cruellye
put
to
death
for
makinge
of
a
tyme
.
I
haue
his
tragedie
here
(
said
I
)
For
the
better
perceiuing
whereof
,
you
must
imagin
that
you
see
him
a
m●●●cilous
wel
sauoured
man
,
holdinge
in
his
hand
his
owne
hart
,
new
lie
ripped
out
of
his
breast
,
&
smoaking
out
the
lyuely
spirite
:
&
with
hys
hand
,
beckning
too
and
fro
,
as
it
were
to
warne
vs
to
auoyd
:
and
with
his
faynt
tongue
,
&
voyce
saying
as
couragiouslye
as
he
may
these
wordes
that
follow
.
How
Collingbourn
was
cruelly
executed
,
for
making
a
foolish
Ryme
.
BEware
,
take
heede
,
take
heede
,
beware
,
beware
You
Poetes
you
,
that
purpose
to
rehearce
By
any
arte
what
tyrauntes
doinges
are
,
Erinnis
rage
is
growen
so
fel
and
fearce
That
vicious
actes
may
not
be
toucht
in
verse
,
The
Muses
freedome
,
graunted
them
of
elde
,
Is
bard
,
●lie
reasons
treasons
hie
are
helde
.
Be
rough
in
ryme
,
and
then
they
say
you
rayle
,
As
luuenal
was
,
but
that
makes
no
matter
:
With
Ieremie
you
shal
be
had
to
iayle
,
Or
forst
with
Martial
,
Caesars
faultes
to
flatter
,
Clarkes
must
be
taught
to
clawe
and
not
to
clatter
:
Free
Hellicon
,
and
francke
Parnassus
hylls
.
Are
hellye
haunts
,
and
rancke
pernicious
ills
.
Touch
couertlye
in
fermes
,
and
then
you
taunt
Though
praysed
Poetes
,
alway
did
the
like
,
Controll
vs
not
,
els
traytour
vile
auaunt
,
What
passe
we
what
the
learned
do
mislike
?
Our
sinnes
we
see
,
wherein
to
swarme
we
seeke
.
We
passe
not
what
the
people
say
or
thinke
,
Their
shittle
hate
maketh
none
but
cowardes
shrinke
.
We
know
(
say
they
)
the
course
of
Fortunes
wheele
,
How
constantly
it
whirleth
stil
about
,
Arrearing
now
,
while
elder
headlong
reele
.
How
al
the
ryders
alway
hang
in
doubt
.
But
what
for
that
we
count
him
but
a
loute
That
sticks
to
mount
,
and
basely
like
a
beast
Liues
temperately
for
feare
of
Blockham
feast
.
Indeede
we
would
of
al
bee
deemed
Gods
What
euer
we
doe
:
and
therfore
partelye
hate
Rude
preachers
that
dare
threaten
vs
plagues
and
rods
,
And
blase
the
blots
whereby
we
staine
our
state
:
But
nought
we
passe
what
any
such
do
prate
.
Of
course
and
office
they
must
say
their
pleasure
,
And
wee
of
course
must
heare
and
mend
at
leysure
.
But
when
these
pelcing
Poetes
in
their
rimes
Shal
taunt
,
or
least
,
or
pai●●
our
wicked
workes
,
And
cause
the
people
know
and
curse
our
crimes
,
This
ougly
fault
,
no
tyraunt
liues
but
vrkes
.
Wherfore
we
loath
such
●aunters
worse
than
Turkes
,
Whose
meaning
is
to
make
vs
know
our
misse
,
And
so
to
mend
,
but
they
but
doate
in
this
.
We
know
our
faultes
as
wel
as
any
other
,
We
also
doubt
the
daungers
for
them
due
,
Yet
stil
we
trust
so
right
to
guyde
the
●other
,
That
scape
we
shal
the
sourges
that
ensue
.
We
thinke
we
know
mo
shiftes
than
other
knew
.
In
vaine
therfore
for
vs
are
counsailes
writ
:
We
know
our
faultes
and
wil
not
mend
a
whit
.
These
are
the
fea●es
of
the
vnhappye
sort
,
That
preace
for
honours
,
wealth
,
and
pleasure
vaine
.
Ceasse
therfore
Baldwin
,
ceasse
I
thee
exhort
,
Withdraw
thy
pen
,
for
nothing
shalt
thou
gaine
Saue
hate
,
with
losse
of
paper
,
ynke
and
paine
.
Few
hate
their
faultes
,
al
bate
of
them
to
heare
And
fautiest
,
from
fault
would
seme
most
cleare
.
Thy
entent
I
know
is
honest
,
plaine
,
and
good
,
To
warne
the
wise
,
to
fray
the
fond
fro
ill
:
But
wicked
worldlings
are
so
witlesse
wood
.
That
to
the
worst
they
all
thinges
construe
stil
.
With
rigour
oft
they
recompence
good
wyll
:
They
racke
the
wordes
til
time
their
sinowes
burst
,
In
doubtful
sences
,
strayning
stil
the
worst
.
A
painful
proofe
taught
me
the
truth
of
this
,
Through
tyrauntes
rage
,
and
Fortunes
cruel
tourne
:
They
murdred
me
,
for
meetring
thinges
amisse
.
For
wotst
thou
what
?
I
am
that
Colling
bourne
Which
made
the
ryme
,
whereof
I
wel
may
mourne
.
The
Cat
,
the
Rat
,
and
Louel
our
Dog
,
Do
rule
al
England
vnder
a
Hog
,
Whereof
the
meaning
was
so
plaine
and
true
,
That
euery
foole
perceiued
it
at
furst
:
Most
liked
it
,
for
most
that
most
thinges
knewe
,
In
,
muttred
what
they
durst
.
The
tyraunt
prince
of
most
was
held
accurst
,
Both
for
his
owne
and
for
his
counsels
faultes
,
Of
whom
was
three
the
naughtiest
of
al
naughts
.
Catesbye
was
one
whome
I
called
a
Cat
,
A
craftie
lawyer
catching
all
be
could
.
The
second
Ratcliffe
,
whom
I
named
a
Rat
,
A
cruel
beast
to
gnaw
on
whom
●e
should
.
Lord
Louel
barckt
and
bye
whom
Richard
would
,
Whom
I
therfore
did
rightly
terme
our
Dog
,
Wherewith
to
ryme
,
I
cald
the
king
a
Hog
.
Til
he
the
crowne
had
caught
he
gaue
the
Bore
,
In
which
estate
would
God
he
had
deceased
,
Then
had
the
realme
not
ruined
so
sore
.
His
Nephues
raigne
should
not
so
sone
haue
ceassed
,
The
noble
bloud
had
not
bene
so
decreased
.
His
Rat
,
his
Cat
,
and
Bloudhound
had
not
noyed
Such
liegemen
true
,
as
after
they
destroyed
.
Their
lawlesse
actes
,
good
subiectes
did
lament
,
And
so
did
I
,
and
therfore
made
the
rimes
To
show
my
wit
how
wel
I
could
inuent
,
To
warne
withal
the
carelesse
of
their
crimes
,
I
thought
the
freedome
of
the
auncient
times
Stoode
stil
in
force
.
Ridentem
dicere
verum
Quis
veta●
?
Nay
nay
,
Veritas
est
pessimarerum
.
Belike
no
tyrauntes
were
in
Horace
dayes
,
And
therefore
Poets
freely
blamed
vice
,
Witnesse
their
Satyres
sharpe
,
and
tragicke
plaies
,
With
chiefest
Princes
chieflye
had
in
price
.
They
name
no
man
they
mixe
their
gall
with
spice
,
No
more
doe
I
▪
I
name
no
man
out
right
,
But
riddle
wise
,
I
meane
them
as
I
might
.
When
brute
had
brought
this
to
their
guiltie
eares
,
Whose
right
surnames
were
noted
in
the
ryme
,
They
al
conspyred
like
most
greedy
●eares
,
To
charge
me
straight
with
this
most
greuous
crime
:
And
dampned
me
the
Galow
tree
to
clime
,
And
then
strangled
,
in
quarters
to
be
cut
,
Which
shoud
on
high
ouer
London
Gates
be
put
.
This
iudgement
geeuen
so
vehement
and
so
sore
Made
me
exclaime
against
their
tyrannye
.
Where
with
encenst
,
to
make
my
payne
the
more
,
They
practised
a
shameful
vylanie
:
They
cut
me
downe
aliue
and
cruelly
,
Ript
vp
my
paunch
and
bulke
to
make
me
smart
,
And
lingered
long
ere
they
tooke
out
my
hart
.
Here
tyraunt
Richard
plaied
the
eager
Hog
,
His
grashing
tuskes
my
tender
gristles
shore
:
His
bloud
bound
Louel
playde
the
rauening
Dog
,
His
muluish
teeth
,
my
guiltlesse
carkasse
tore
:
His
Rat
,
and
Cat
,
did
what
they
might
,
and
more
,
Cat
Cates●y
clawed
my
guts
to
make
me
smart
,
The
Rat
Ra●cliffe
gnawed
mee
to
the
hart
.
If
Iewes
had
kild
the
iustest
king
aliue
,
If
Turkes
had
burnt
vp
Churches
,
Gods
,
and
al
,
What
greater
payne
could
cruel
hartes
contriue
,
Than
that
I
suffred
,
for
this
trespasse
small
?
I
was
no
Prince
nor
Pier
,
but
yet
my
fal
Is
worthy
to
be
thought
vpon
for
this
,
To
see
how
cankard
tyrantes
mallice
is
.
To
teach
also
al
subiecte
to
take
heede
They
meddle
not
with
magistrates
affaires
,
But
pray
to
God
to
mend
them
if
they
neede
:
To
warne
also
al
Poetee
that
he
strayers
,
To
keepe
them
close
in
rompasse
of
their
chayres
,
And
whan
they
touch
that
they
would
wish
amended
,
To
sause
them
so
,
that
sewe
nede
be
offended
.
And
so
to
mixe
their
sharpe
rebukes
with
mirth
,
That
they
may
pearce
,
not
causing
any
paine
,
Saue
such
as
foloweth
euerye
kindely
birth
,
Requi●ed
straight
,
with
gladnesse
of
the
gayne
.
A
Poet
must
be
pleasaune
,
not
to
plaine
,
Faultes
to
control
,
ne
yet
to
flatter
vice
But
sound
and
sweete
,
in
al
thinges
ware
and
wise
.
The
Grekes
no
paint
a
Poetes
office
whole
In
Pegasus
,
their
fayned
horse
with
winges
,
Whom
shaped
so
Medusaes
bloud
did
foale
,
Who
with
his
fe●ee
strake
out
the
Muses
springes
Fro
flintie
rockes
to
Hellicon
that
clinges
.
And
then
flew
vp
into
the
starrie
skie
,
And
there
abides
among
the
Gods
〈◊〉
hye
,
For
hee
that
shal
a
perfect
Poet
be
,
Must
first
be
bred
out
of
Medusaes
bloud
:
He
must
be
chast
and
vertuous
as
was
shee
,
Who
to
her
power
the
Occean
God
withstoode
,
To
th
end
also
hiss
doome
be
iust
and
goad
,
Ie
must
(
as
shee
)
looke
rightlye
wi●h
one
eye
Truth
to
regard
〈◊〉
write
nothing
awrie
,
In
courage
eke
he
must
bee
like
a
horse
,
He
may
not
feare
to
register
the
right
.
What
though
some
frowne
,
thereof
be
may
not
force
,
No
bit
nor
reine
his
tender
iawes
may
twight
.
He
must
be
armde
with
strength
of
wit
and
sprite
.
To
dash
the
rockes
,
darke
causes
and
obscure
,
Til
he
attaine
the
springes
of
truth
most
pure
.
His
hooues
also
must
pliaunt
be
and
strong
,
To
riue
the
rockes
of
lust
and
errors
blinde
,
In
brainlesse
heades
,
that
alway
wander
wrong
:
T●ese
must
he
brise
with
reasons
plaine
and
kinde
,
Til
springes
of
grace
do
gush
out
of
the
minde
,
For
●il
affections
from
the
fond
be
driuen
,
In
vayne
is
truth
told
,
or
good
counsel
geeuen
.
Like
Pegasus
a
Poet
must
haue
winges
,
To
flie
to
heauen
or
where
him
liketh
best
:
He
must
haue
knowledge
of
eternal
thinges
,
Almighty
Ioue
must
harbour
in
his
breast
,
With
worldly
cares
he
may
not
be
opprest
,
The
winges
of
wit
and
skil
must
heaue
him
hier
.
With
great
delight
to
satisfye
desier
.
He
must
also
be
lustye
,
free
,
and
swift
To
trauail
far
to
view
the
trades
of
men
.
Great
knowledge
often
is
gotten
by
the
shift
:
Thinges
that
impart
he
must
be
quicke
to
pen
,
Reprouing
vices
sharpely
now
and
then
.
He
must
be
swift
when
touched
tyrauntes
chafe
,
To
gallop
thence
to
keepe
his
carkas
safe
.
If
I
had
wel
these
qualities
considered
,
Especially
that
which
I
touched
last
,
With
speedy
flight
my
feete
should
haue
deliuered
My
feeble
bodye
from
a
most
boystrous
blast
,
They
should
haue
caught
me
ere
I
had
bene
cast
,
But
too
much
trust
vnto
a
tyrauntes
grace
,
I
neuer
shroake
,
nor
chaunged
port
or
place
.
I
thought
the
Poets
auncient
liberties
For
pleas
had
bene
allowed
at
the
barre
,
I
had
forgot
how
new
found
tyrannies
With
truth
and
freedome
were
at
open
warre
,
That
lust
was
lawe
,
that
might
did
make
and
mar
,
That
among
tyrauntes
this
is
,
and
euer
was
Sic
volo
,
sic
iubeo
,
stet
pro
ratione
voluntas
.
Where
lust
is
lawe
it
booteth
not
to
pleade
,
No
Priuiledge
nor
liberties
auayle
.
But
with
the
learn'de
whom
Lawe
,
and
Wisedome
leade
,
Although
through
rashnesse
Poets
●ap
to
rayle
,
A
plea
of
dotage
may
all
Quarels
quayle
:
Their
olde
licence
their
Writinges
to
expounde
,
Doth
quit
them
clere
from
faults
by
Momus
found
.
This
freedome
olde
ought
not
to
be
debard
From
any
wight
that
speaketh
ought
,
or
writeth
.
The
authors
meaninge
should
of
right
bee
herd
,
Hee
knoweth
best
to
what
ende
hee
enditeth
:
Woros
sometime
beare
more
then
the
heart
behiteth
.
Admit
therefore
the
authors
exposicion
,
If
playne
for
truth
:
if
forst
,
for
his
submission
.
In
case
of
sclaunder
the
lawes
require
no
more
Saue
to
amende
that
seemed
not
well
sayde
:
Or
to
vnsay
the
slaunders
sayd
afore
,
And
aske
forgeuenesse
for
the
hasty
brayde
:
To
Heretickes
no
grater
payne
is
layde
Then
to
recant
their
errours
or
retract
:
And
worse
than
these
can
bee
no
writers
acte
.
Yes
(
quoth
the
Cat
)
thy
raylinge
wordes
bee
treason
,
And
treason
is
farre
worse
then
Heresy
.
Then
must
it
follow
by
this
auckwarde
reason
,
That
Kinges
bee
more
than
God
in
maiesty
,
And
soules
be
lesse
then
bodies
in
degree
.
For
Heretikes
both
soules
and
God
offend
,
Traytours
but
seeke
to
bring
mans
life
to
end
.
I
speake
not
this
to
abase
the
haynous
fault
,
Of
trayterous
Acts
abhorde
by
God
,
and
man
,
But
to
make
playne
their
iudgement
to
bee
naught
That
Heresie
for
lesser
sinne
do
ban
,
I
curse
them
both
as
deepe
as
any
can
,
And
alway
did
:
yet
through
my
foolish
rime
,
They
stayned
mee
with
that
most
hatefull
crime
.
I
neuer
ment
the
Kinge
,
or
counsayle
harme
,
Vnlesse
to
wishe
them
safety
were
offence
,
Agaynst
their
power
I
neuer
lifted
Arme
,
Neyther
Pen
,
nor
Tongue
for
any
ill
Pretence
.
The
Rime
I
made
,
though
Rude
,
was
sound
in
Sence
,
For
they
therein
whom
I
so
fondly
named
,
So
ruled
all
that
they
were
fowle
defamed
.
This
was
no
Treason
but
the
very
troth
,
They
ruled
all
,
none
could
deny
the
same
:
What
was
the
cause
then
,
why
they
were
so
wroth
?
What
?
is
it
treason
in
a
riminge
frame
To
clip
,
to
stretch
,
to
adde
,
or
chaunge
a
name
?
And
this
reserued
,
there
is
no
rime
nor
reason
.
That
any
craft
can
clout
to
seeme
a
treason
.
For
where
I
ment
the
Kinge
by
name
of
Hog
,
I
onely
alluded
to
his
Badge
the
Bore
:
To
Louels
name
I
added
more
our
Dog
,
Because
most
Dogs
haue
borne
that
name
of
yore
:
These
Metaphors
I
vse
with
other
more
,
As
Cat
,
and
Rat
,
the
halfe
names
of
the
rest
,
To
hyde
the
Sence
which
they
so
wrongly
wrest
.
I
maye
you
nowe
what
treason
finde
you
heere
Enough
:
you
rubbed
the
guil●y
on
the
Gaule
,
Both
Sence
,
and
names
do
note
them
very
neere
.
I
graunt
that
was
the
chiefe
cause
of
my
faule
,
Yet
can
you
finde
therein
no
treason
at
all
:
There
is
no
worde
agaynst
the
Prince
,
or
State
,
No
harme
to
them
whom
all
the
Realme
did
hate
.
But
sith
the
guilty
alwaies
are
suspicious
,
And
dread
the
ruine
that
must
sue
by
reason
,
They
cannot
chose
but
count
their
counsayle
vicious
That
note
their
faults
,
and
therefore
call
it
treason
:
All
grace
,
and
goodnesse
with
the
lewde
is
geason
.
This
is
the
cause
why
they
good
thinges
do
wrest
Where
as
the
good
take
ill
thinges
to
the
best
.
And
therefore
Baldwin
boldly
to
the
good
Rebuke
their
fault
,
so
shalt
thou
purchase
thankes
As
for
the
bad
,
thou
shalt
but
moue
their
moode
,
Thoughe
pleasauntly
thou
touch
their
naughty
prankes
:
Warne
Poets
all
,
no
wise
to
passe
the
bankes
Of
Hellicon
,
but
keepe
within
the
bound
:
So
shall
their
Freedome
,
vnto
no
harme
redound
.
FINIS
.
GOds
blessinge
on
his
heart
that
made
this
sayd
one
)
specially
for
reuiuinge
our
auncient
Liberties
.
And
I
praye
God
it
may
take
such
place
with
the
Magistrates
,
that
they
may
ratify
our
olde
freedome
,
Amen
sayd
another
,
for
that
shal
bee
a
meane
both
to
stay
and
vphold
themselues
from
fallinge
:
and
also
to
preserue
many
kinde
true
,
zealous
,
&
well
meaninge
mindes
from
slaughter
,
and
infamy
.
If
Kinge
Richard
,
and
his
Counsaylours
had
allowed
,
or
at
the
least
but
wynked
at
some
sutch
wits
,
what
great
commodities
might
they
haue
taken
thereby
.
First
,
they
should
haue
knowen
what
the
people
misliked
,
and
grudged
at
,
(
which
no
one
of
their
flatterers
either
wold
or
durst
haue
tolde
them
)
and
so
mought
haue
found
meane
,
either
by
amendement
(
which
is
best
)
or
by
some
other
pollicy
to
haue
staied
the
peoples
grudge
:
the
forerunner
commenly
of
Rulers
destructions
.
Vox
populi
,
vox
dei
,
in
this
case
is
not
so
Famous
a
prouer●e
as
true
:
The
experience
of
al
times
do
approue
it
.
They
should
also
haue
bin
warned
of
their
owne
sinnes
,
which
call
continually
for
Gods
veng●aunce
,
which
neuer
fayleth
to
fall
one
their
neckes
sodaynly
and
horribly
,
vnles
it
be
staied
with
harty
repentaunce
.
These
weighty
commodities
mought
they
haue
taken
by
Collingborns
vayne
ryme
.
But
as
all
things
worke
to
the
best
in
them
that
be
good
,
so
best
things
heape
vp
mischiefe
in
the
wicked
,
&
al
to
hasten
their
vtter
destruction
.
For
after
this
poore
wretches
lamentable
persecution
,
(
the
common
rewarde
of
best
endeuours
straite
followed
the
fatal
destruction
both
of
this
Tyraunt
,
and
of
his
tormentours
.
Which
I
wishe
might
bee
so
set
foorth
that
they
might
be
a
warninge
foreuer
,
to
all
in
authority
to
beware
how
they
vsurpe
,
or
abuse
their
offices
.
I
haue
heere
(
quoth
I
)
Kinge
Richards
tragedy
.
Reade
it
wee
praye
you
(
quoth
they
)
wyth
a
good
Will
(
quoth
I
)
For
better
vnderstanding
whereof
,
Imagine
that
you
see
him
tormented
with
Diues
in
the
deepe
Pit
of
Hell
,
and
thence
howlinge
thys
which
followeth
.
HOW
RICHARD
PLANtagenet
Duke
of
Glocester
,
murdered
his
Brothers
Children
vsurpinge
the
Crowne
,
and
in
the.
iij
.
yeare
of
his
Raygne
,
was
most
worthely
depriued
of
life
,
&
Kingdome
in
Bosworth
Playne
,
by
Henry
Earle
of
Richmond
,
after
called
Kinge
Henry
the
seuenth
,
the.
22
.
of
August
.
1485.
WHat
heart
so
hard
,
but
doth
abhorre
to
heare
The
rufull
raygne
of
mee
the
third
Richard
?
Kinge
vnkindly
cald
though
I
the
Crown
did
weare
.
Who
entred
by
rigour
,
but
right
did
not
regard
,
By
tyranny
proceedinge
in
killinge
Kinge
Edward
,
Fift
of
that
name
,
right
Heyre
vnto
the
Crowne
,
With
Richard
his
Brother
,
Princes
of
Renowne
,
Of
trust
they
were
committed
vnto
my
Gouernaunce
,
But
trust
turned
to
treason
to
truly
it
was
tried
,
Both
agayust
Nature
,
Duety
,
and
Allegiaunce
,
For
through
my
procurement
most
shamefully
they
dyed
Desire
of
a
Kingdome
forgetteth
all
Kinred
,
As
after
by
discourse
it
shal
be
shewed
here
,
Howe
cruelly
these
Innocents
in
Prison
murdred
were
.
The
Lords
,
and
Commons
all
with
one
assent
,
Protectour
made
mee
both
of
Land
,
and
Kinge
,
But
I
therewith
alas
was
not
content
:
For
mindinge
mischiefe
I
ment
another
thinge
,
Which
to
confusion
in
short
time
did
mee
bringe
,
For
I
desirous
to
Rule
,
and
Raigne
alone
,
Sought
Crowne
,
and
Kingdome
,
yet
title
had
I
none
.
To
all
Peeres
,
and
Princes
,
a
President
I
may
bee
.
The
like
to
beware
how
they
do
enterprise
,
And
learne
their
wretched
falles
by
my
Facte
to
foresee
,
Which
ruful
stand
bewaylinge
my
chaunce
before
their
eyes
,
As
one
cleane
bereft
of
all
felicities
:
For
right
through
might
,
I
cruelly
defaced
,
But
might
,
helped
right
,
and
mee
agayne
displaced
.
Alas
that
euer
Prince
should
thus
his
honour
stayne
With
the
bloud
of
Innocents
most
shamefull
to
bee
tolde
For
theese
two
Noble
Imps
I
caused
to
bee
slayne
,
Of
yeares
not
full
ripe
as
yet
to
rule
,
and
raygne
.
For
which
I
was
abhorred
both
of
yongue
,
and
olde
,
But
as
the
deede
was
Odious
in
Sight
of
God
,
and
man
,
So
shame
,
and
Destruction
in
the
ende
I
wan
.
Both
God
,
Nature
,
Duty
,
Allegiaunce
all
forgot
,
This
vile
,
and
haynous
Acte
vnnaturally
conspired
:
Which
Horrible
deede
done
,
alas
,
alas
,
God
wot
Sutch
Terrours
mee
tormented
,
and
so
my
Sprites
fired
,
As
vnto
surch
a
murder
,
and
shamefull
deede
required
,
Sutch
broyle
dayly
felt
I
,
breedinge
in
my
brest
,
Whereby
more
,
and
more
,
increased
myne
vnrest
.
My
Brothers
Children
were
right
Heyres
to
the
Crowne
Whom
Nature
rather
bound
to
defend
than
destroy
,
But
I
not
regardinge
their
Right
,
nor
my
Renowne
My
whole
care
,
and
study
to
this
ende
did
employ
,
The
Crowne
to
obtayne
,
and
them
both
to
put
downe
:
Wherein
I
God
offended
,
prouokinge
iust
his
ire
,
For
this
my
attempt
,
and
most
wicked
desire
.
To
cursed
Cain
compare
my
carefull
case
,
Which
did
vniustly
slay
his
Brother
iust
Abell
,
And
did
not
I
in
rage
make
run
that
rufull
race
My
Brother
Duke
of
Clarence
,
whose
death
I
shame
to
tell
For
that
so
straunge
it
was
,
as
it
was
horrible
?
For
sure
hee
drenched
was
,
and
yet
no
Water
neare
,
Whych
straunge
is
to
bee
tolde
to
all
that
shall
it
heare
.
The
But
hee
was
not
whereat
I
did
shoote
,
But
yet
hee
stoode
betweene
the
Marke
,
and
mee
,
For
had
hee
liued
,
for
mee
it
was
no
boote
To
attempt
the
thinge
that
by
no
meanes
could
bee
,
For
I
third
was
then
of
my
Brethren
three
:
But
yet
I
thought
the
Elder
beinge
gone
,
Then
needes
must
I
beare
the
stroke
alone
.
Desire
of
Rule
made
mee
alas
to
rewe
,
My
fatall
fall
I
could
it
not
foresee
,
Puft
vp
in
Pride
,
to
Hauty
then
I
grewe
,
That
none
my
Peere
I
thought
now
could
bee
,
Disdayninge
sutch
as
were
of
high
degree
:
Thus
dayly
rysinge
,
and
pullinge
other
downe
,
At
last
I
shot
how
to
win
the
Crowne
.
And
dayly
deuisinge
which
was
the
best
way
And
meane
how
I
might
my
Nephues
both
deuour
I
secretely
then
sent
without
further
delay
To
Brackinbury
then
Lieutenaunt
of
the
Tower
,
Requestinge
him
by
letters
to
helpe
vnto
his
power
,
For
to
accomplishe
this
my
desyre
,
and
will
,
And
that
hee
would
secretly
my
Brothers
Children
kill
.
Hee
aunswered
playnely
with
a
flat
nay
,
Sayinge
that
to
dye
hee
would
not
do
that
deede
:
But
findinge
then
a
proffer
to
my
pray
,
Well
worth
a
freende
(
quoth
I
)
yet
in
time
of
neede
.
Iames
Tyrrill
hight
his
name
,
whom
with
all
speede
,
I
sent
agayne
to
Brackinbury
,
as
you
heard
before
,
Commaundinge
him
deliuer
the
Keyes
of
euery
Dore.
The
Keyes
hee
rendered
but
Partaker
would
not
bee
Of
that
flagitious
Fact.
O
happy
man
I
say
!
As
you
haue
heard
before
,
hee
rather
chose
to
dye
Then
on
those
seely
Lambes
his
violent
handes
to
lay
.
His
Conscience
him
pricked
,
his
Prince
to
betray
:
O
constant
minde
!
that
wouldest
not
condiscend
Thee
may
I
prayse
,
and
my selfe
discommend
.
What
though
heee
refused
,
yet
bee
sure
you
may
,
That
other
were
as
ready
to
take
in
hand
that
thinge
,
Which
watched
,
and
wayted
as
duly
for
their
Pray
,
As
euer
did
the
Cat
for
the
Mouse
takinge
,
And
how
they
might
their
purpose
best
to
passe
bringe
:
Where
Tyrrell
hee
thought
good
to
haue
no
bloud
shed
,
Becast
them
to
kill
by
Smotheringe
in
their
Bed.
The
Wolues
at
hande
were
ready
to
deuour
The
seely
Lambes
in
Bed
whereas
they
laye
Abidinge
deat●
,
and
lookinge
for
the
Hower
,
For
well
they
wist
,
they
could
not
scape
away
,
Ah
woe
is
mee
,
that
did
them
thus
betray
,
In
assigninge
this
vile
deede
to
bee
done
,
By
Myles
Forrest
,
and
wicked
Ihon
Dighton
.
Who
priuely
into
their
Chamber
stale
,
In
secret
wise
somewhat
before
Midnight
,
And
gan
the
Bed
together
Tug
,
and
hale
,
Be
wrappinge
them
alas
in
wofull
plight
,
Keepinge
them
downe
,
by
force
,
by
power
,
and
might
,
With
Halinge
,
Tugginge
,
Turmoylinge
,
Turnde
,
&
Tost
,
Till
they
of
force
were
Forced
yeelde
the
Ghost
.
Whych
when
I
heard
,
my
hart
I
felt
was
eased
Of
grudge
,
of
greefe
,
of
inward
deadly
payne
,
But
with
this
deede
the
Nobles
were
displeased
,
And
sayd
:
O
God
,
shall
such
a
Tyraunt
raygne
,
That
hath
so
cruelly
his
Brothers
Children
slayne
?
Which
Brute
once
blowen
in
the
Peoples
Eares
,
Their
dolour
was
sutch
,
that
they
brast
out
in
Teares
.
But
what
thinge
may
suffise
vnto
the
greedy
man
,
The
more
bee
bathes
in
bloud
,
the
bloudier
hee
is
alway
:
By
proofe
I
do
this
speake
,
which
best
declare
it
can
,
Which
onely
was
the
cause
of
this
Princes
decaye
.
The
Wolfe
was
neuer
greedier
than
I
was
of
my
Pray
,
But
who
so
vseth
murther
full
well
affirme
I
dare
,
With
murther
shall
be
quit
,
ere
hee
thereof
beware
.
And
marke
the
sequell
of
this
begon
mischiefr
Which
shortly
after
was
cause
of
my
decay
,
For
high
,
and
lowe
conceyued
sutch
a
griefe
And
hate
agaynst
mee
,
which
sought
day
by
day
,
All
wayes
,
and
meanes
that
possiblye
they
may
,
On
mee
to
bee
reuenged
for
this
sinne
,
For
cruell
murderinge
vnnaturally
my
kinne
.
Not
onely
kin
,
but
Kinge
the
truth
to
saye
Whom
vnkindly
of
Kingdome
I
bereft
,
His
life
from
him
I
also
raught
awaye
,
With
his
Brathers
,
which
to
my
charge
was
left
.
Of
ambicion
behold
the
worke
,
and
weft
,
Prouokinge
mee
to
do
this
haynous
Treason
,
And
murther
them
against
all
right
and
reason
.
After
whose
death
thus
wrought
by
violence
,
The
Lords
not
sykinge
this
vnnaturall
deede
,
Began
on
mee
to
haue
greate
diffidence
,
Sutch
brunninge
hate
gan
in
their
hearts
to
breede
,
Which
made
me
doubt
,
and
sore
my
daunger
drede
:
Which
doubt
,
and
dreade
proued
not
in
vayne
,
By
that
ensued
alas
vnto
my
payne
.
For
I
supposinge
all
thinges
were
as
I
wished
,
When
I
had
brought
these
seely
Babes
to
bane
,
But
yet
in
that
my
purpose
far
I
missed
:
For
as
the
Moone
doth
chaunge
after
the
Wane
,
So
chaunged
the
hearts
of
sutch
as
I
had
tane
To
bee
most
true
,
to
Troubles
did
mee
turne
,
Sutch
rage
,
and
rancour
in
boylinge
Breasts
do
burne
.
And
sodaynly
a
brute
abroade
was
blowen
,
That
Buckingham
the
Duke
both
sterne
,
and
stout
,
In
field
was
ready
,
with
diuers
to
mee
knowen
,
To
geue
mee
Battayle
if
I
durst
come
out
:
Which
daunted
mee
,
and
put
mee
in
great
doubt
,
For
that
I
had
no
Army
then
prepared
,
But
after
that
I
little
for
it
cared
.
But
yet
remembringe
,
that
oft
a
little
sparke
Suffered
doth
grow
vnto
a
great
flame
,
I
thought
it
wisedome
wisely
for
to
warke
,
Mustered
then
men
in
euery
place
I
came
.
And
marchinge
forward
dayly
with
the
same
,
Directly
towardes
the
Towne
of
Salisbury
,
Where
I
gat
knowledge
of
the
Dukes
Army
.
And
as
I
passed
ouer
Salisbury
downe
,
The
Rumour
ran
the
Duke
was
fled
,
and
gone
,
His
Hoast
dispersed
besides
Shrewesbury
Towne
,
And
hee
dismayed
was
left
there
post
alone
,
Bewaylinge
his
chaunce
,
and
makinge
great
mo●ne
:
Towards
whom
I
hasted
withall
expedition
,
Makinge
due
search
,
and
dilligent
inquisition
.
But
at
the
first
I
could
not
of
him
heare
,
For
hee
was
scaped
by
secret
Bywayes
,
Vnto
the
House
of
Humfrey
Banastar
,
Whom
hee
had
mutch
preferred
in
his
Dayes
,
And
was
good
Lord
to
him
in
all
assayes
:
Which
hee
full
euill
requited
in
the
ende
,
When
hee
was
driuen
to
seeke
a
trusty
freende
.
For
it
so
happened
to
his
mishap
,
alas
,
When
I
no
knowledge
of
the
Duke
could
heare
A
Proclamation
by
my
Commaundement
was
Published
,
and
Cryed
throughout
euery
Shyre
,
That
who
so
could
tell
where
the
Duke
were
,
A
Thousand
marke
should
haue
for
his
payne
.
What
thinge
so
hard
but
Money
can
obtayne
?
But
were
it
for
Money
,
Meede
,
or
Dreede
,
That
Banastar
thus
Betrayed
his
Ghest
,
Diuers
haue
diuersly
deuined
of
this
deede
,
Some
deeme
the
worst
,
and
some
Iudge
the
best
,
The
doubt
not
dissolued
,
nor
playnely
exprest
,
But
of
the
Dukes
death
hee
doubtlesse
was
cause
,
Which
dyed
without
iudgement
or
order
of
Lawes
.
Loe
!
this
Noble
Duke
I
brought
thus
vnto
bane
,
Whose
doinges
I
doubted
,
and
had
in
great
dred
,
At
Banastars
house
I
made
him
to
bee
tane
,
And
without
iudgement
bee
shortned
by
the
head
,
By
the
Shriffe
of
Shropshire
to
Salisbury
led
.
In
the
Market
place
vpon
the
Scaffolde
newe
,
Where
all
the
Beholders
did
mutch
his
death
rewe
.
And
after
this
done
I
brake
vp
the
hoaste
,
Greatly
applauded
with
this
heauy
hap
,
And
forthwith
I
sent
to
euery
Sea
coaste
To
fore see
all
mischieues
,
and
stop
euery
gap
,
Before
they
should
chaunce
,
or
light
in
my
lap
,
Geuinge
them
in
charge
to
haue
good
regarde
,
The
Sea
coast
to
keept
with
good
watch
and
warde
,
Directinge
my
letters
vnto
euery
Shriue
,
With
strait
Commaundement
vnder
our
name
,
To
suffer
no
man
in
their
partes
to
ariue
Nor
to
passe
forth
out
of
the
same
,
As
they
tendered
our
fauour
,
and
vodye
would
our
blame
,
Doinge
therein
their
payne
,
and
industry
,
With
diligent
care
,
and
vigilant
Eye
.
And
thus
settinge
thinges
in
order
as
you
heare
:
To
preuent
mischieues
that
might
then
betide
,
I
thought
my selfe
sure
,
and
out
of
all
feare
,
And
for
other
thinges
began
to
prouide
:
To
Notingham
Castle
strait
did
I
ride
,
Where
I
was
not
very
longe
space
,
Straunge
tydinges
came
which
did
me
sore
amaze
.
Reported
it
was
,
and
that
for
certaynty
,
Th'
Earle
of
Richmonde
landed
was
in
Wales
At
Milforde
Hauen
with
an
huge
Army
,
Dismissinge
his
Nauy
which
were
many
Sayles
:
Which
at
the
first
I
thought
flyinge
Tales
.
But
in
the
ende
did
otherwise
proue
,
Which
not
a
little
did
mee
vexe
,
and
moue
.
Thus
fawninge
Fortune
gan
on
mee
to
frowne
,
And
cast
on
mee
her
scoruefull
lowringe
looke
:
Then
gan
I
feare
the
fall
of
my
Renowne
,
My
heart
it
faynted
,
my
Sinowes
sore
they
shooke
,
This
heauy
hap
a
scourge
for
sinne
I
tooke
,
Yet
did
I
not
then
vtterly
dispayre
,
Hopinge
Storms
past
the
whether
should
bee
fayre
.
And
then
with
all
speede
possible
I
might
,
I
caused
them
muster
throughout
euery
Shyre
,
Determininge
with
the
Earle
speedely
to
fight
,
Before
that
his
power
mutch
encreased
were
,
By
sutch
as
to
him
great
fauour
did
beare
:
Which
were
no
smal
number
by
true
report
made
,
Dayly
repayringe
him
for
to
ayde
.
Directinge
my
letters
to
diuers
Noble
men
,
With
earnest
request
their
power
to
prepare
,
To
Notingham
Castle
whereas
I
lay
then
.
To
ayde
and
assist
mee
in
this
waighty
affayre
:
Where
strayt
to
my
presence
did
then
repayre
,
Thou
Duke
of
Northfolke
,
his
Eldest
Sonne
also
,
Wyth
th'
Earle
of
Northumberland
,
and
many
other
mo
.
And
thus
beinge
furnisht
with
men
,
and
munition
,
Forward
wee
marched
in
order
of
Battayle
ray
,
Makinge
by
Scouts
euery
way
inquisition
,
In
what
place
the
Earle
with
his
Campe
say
:
Towards
whom
directly
wee
tooke
then
our
way
,
Euermore
mindinge
to
seeke
our
most
auayle
,
In
place
conuenient
to
geue
to
him
Battayle
.
So
longe
wee
laboured
,
at
last
our
Armies
met
On
Bosworth
playne
besides
Lecester
towne
,
Where
sure
I
thought
the
Garland
for
to
get
,
And
purchase
peace
,
or
else
to
lose
my
Crowne
.
But
sickle
Fortune
alas
on
me
did
frowne
,
For
when
I
was
Encamped
in
the
Fielde
,
Where
most
I
trusted
,
I
soonest
was
be
guilde
.
The
Brand
of
mallice
thus
kindlinge
in
my
brest
Of
deadly
hate
which
I
to
him
did
beare
,
Pricked
mee
forwarde
,
and
bad
mee
not
desist
,
But
boldly
fight
,
and
take
at
all
no
feare
,
To
win
the
field
,
and
the
Earle
to
conquere
:
Thus
hopinge
glory
great
to
gayne
,
and
get
,
Mine
Army
then
in
order
did
I
set
.
Be
tyde
mee
life
or
death
I
desperately
ran
,
And
ioyned
me
in
Battayle
with
this
Earle
so
stoute
,
But
Fortune
so
him
sauoured
that
hee
the
Battayle
wan
With
force
and
great
power
I
was
beset
about
.
Which
when
I
did
behold
,
in
mids
of
the
whole
route
With
deut
of
Sword
I
cast
m●e
on
him
to
be
reuenged
,
Where
in
the
midst
of
them
my
wretched
life
I
ended
.
My
body
was
hurried
,
and
Tugged
like
a
Dog
,
On
horsebacke
all
naked
,
and
bare
as
I
was
borne
.
My
head
,
hands
,
and
feete
,
downe
hanginge
like
a
Hog
,
Wyth
Dirt
,
and
bloud
hesprent
,
my
Corps
all
to
torne
,
Cursnge
the
day
that
euer
I
was
borne
,
With
greeuous
wounds
bee
mangled
most
horrible
to
see
,
So
sore
they
did
abhorre
this
my
vile
cruelty
.
Loe
!
heere
you
may
behold
the
due
,
and
iust
rewarde
Of
tyranny
,
and
treason
which
God
doth
most
detest
,
For
if
vnto
my
duety
I
had
taken
regarde
,
I
might
haue
liued
still
in
honour
with
the
best
,
And
had
I
not
attempt
the
thinge
that
I
ought
leste
.
But
desire
to
rule
alas
did
mee
so
blinde
,
Which
caused
mee
to
do
against
nature
,
and
kinde
.
Ah
crused
Caytiue
,
why
did
I
climbe
so
hye
,
Which
was
the
cause
of
th's
my
balefull
thrall
.
For
still
I
thirsted
for
the
Regall
Dignity
,
But
hasty
rysinge
threatneth
sodayne
fall
,
Content
your selues
with
your
Estates
all
,
And
seeke
not
right
by
wronge
to
suppresse
,
For
God
hath
promist
ech
wronge
to
redresse
.
See
here
the
fine
,
and
fall
of
mee
,
And
guerdon
due
for
this
my
wretched
deede
,
Which
to
all
Princes
a
mirrour
now
may
bee
That
shall
this
Tragicall
Story
after
reede
,
Wyshinge
them
all
by
mee
to
take
heede
,
And
suffer
right
to
rule
as
it
is
reasou
,
For
time
tryeth
out
both
truth
,
and
also
treason
.
FINIS
.
F.
Seg.
WHen
I
had
read
this
,
wee
had
muche
talke
aboute
it
.
For
it
was
thought
not
vehement
enough
for
so
violent
a
man
as
king
Rychard
had
bene
.
The
matter
was
wel
enough
liked
of
some
,
but
the
meetre
was
misliked
almost
of
all
.
And
when
diuers
therfore
woulde
not
allow
it
,
what
(
quoth
one
)
You
know
not
whereupon
you
sticke
:
els
you
would
not
so
much
mislike
this
beecause
of
the
vncertayne
meetre
.
The
cumelynesse
called
by
the
Rhetoricians
Decorum
,
is
specially
to
be
obserued
in
al
thinges
.
Seeing
than
that
king
Richard
neuer
kept
measure
in
any
of
his
doinges
,
seeing
also
he
speaketh
in
Hel
,
wheras
is
no
order
:
it
were
against
the
Decorum
of
his
personage
to
vse
eyther
good
meeter
or
order
.
And
therfore
if
his
Oration
were
far
worse
,
in
my
opinion
it
were
more
fytt
for
him
.
Mars
and
the
Muses
did
neuer
agree
.
Neither
is
to
bee
suffered
that
their
myld
sacred
Arte
should
seeme
to
procede
from
so
cruel
and
prophane
a
mouth
as
his
:
seinge
they
themselues
do
abhorre
it
.
And
although
we
reade
of
Nero
,
that
hee
was
excellent
both
in
Musicke
,
&
in
versifyinge
,
yet
do
not
I
remember
that
euer
I
saw
any
song
or
Verse
of
his
making
:
Minerau
iustly
prouiding
that
no
monument
should
remaine
of
any
such
vniust
vsurpaton
.
And
therfore
let
this
passe
euen
as
it
is
which
the
writer
I
knowe
both
could
and
would
amend
in
many
places
,
saue
for
keepinge
the
Decorum
whych
hee
purposely
hath
oblerued
heerein
.
In
deede
(
quoth
I
)
as
you
say
:
It
is
not
meete
that
so
disorderly
,
and
vnnaturall
a
man
as
Kynge
Rychard
was
,
should
obserue
any
metrycall
order
in
his
talke
:
which
notwithstandinge
in
many
places
of
his
Oration
is
very
wel
kept
:
it
shal
passe
therefore
euen
as
it
is
,
though
to
good
for
so
euill
a
person
.
Then
they
willed
me
to
reade
the
blacke
Smith
,
With
a
good
will
(
quoth
I
)
but
first
you
must
Imagin
that
you
see
him
standinge
on
a
Ladder
ouershrined
wyth
the
Tybourne
a
meete
Stage
for
all
sutch
Rebels
,
&
Traytours
:
&
there
stoutly
saying
as
followeth
.
THE
WILFVL
FAL
OF
blacke
Smith
,
and
the
foolishe
ende
of
the
Lord
Awdeley
in
Iune
.
Anno.
1496.
*
⁎
*
WHo
is
more
bould
than
is
the
blinde
Beard
?
Where
is
more
craft
than
in
the
Clouted
shoone
?
Who
catch
more
harme
than
sutch
as
nothinge
feard
?
Where
is
more
guile
then
where
mistrust
is
none
?
No
playsters
helpe
before
the
greefe
bee
knowen
,
So
seemes
by
mee
who
could
no
wisedome
leare
,
Vntill
sutch
time
I
bought
my
wit
to
deare
.
Who
beinge
Boystr●us
,
Stout
,
and
braynlesse
bolde
,
Puft
vp
with
Pride
,
with
fierce
,
and
Furies
fret
,
Incenst
with
Tales
so
rude
and
plainely
tolde
,
Wherein
deceit
with
double
knot
was
knit
,
I
trapped
was
as
seely
fishe
in
net
,
Who
swift
in
swimminge
,
not
doubtfull
of
desceit
,
Is
caught
in
Ginne
whererein
is
layde
no
bayt
.
Sutch
force
,
and
vertue
hath
this
dolefull
playnte
,
Set
forth
with
Sighes
,
and
teares
of
Crocodile
,
Who
seemes
in
si●ght
as
simple
as
a
Sainct
,
Hath
layde
a
Baite
the
warelesse
to
beguile
,
And
as
they
weepe
they
worke
desceit
the
while
Whose
rufull
cheare
the
Rulers
so
relent
,
To
worke
in
hast
that
they
at
last
repennt
.
Take
heede
therefore
yee
Rulers
of
the
Lande
,
Bee
blinde
in
sight
,
and
stop
your
other
Eare
,
In
sentence
slow
,
till
skill
the
truth
haue
scande
,
In
all
your
doomes
both
loue
,
and
hare
forbeare
,
So
shall
your
iudgement
Iust
,
and
right
appeare
:
It
was
a
southfast
sentence
longe
agoe
,
That
hasty
men
shall
neuer
lacke
mutch
woe
.
Is
it
not
truth
?
Baldwin
,
what
sayest
thou
?
Say
on
thy
minde
,
I
pray
thee
muse
no
more
.
Mee
thincke
thou
starest
and
lokest
I
wot
not
howe
,
As
though
thou
neuer
sawest
a
man
before
:
By
like
thou
musest
why
I
teach
this
lore
,
Else
what
I
am
that
heere
so
boldly
dare
,
Amonge
the
Preasse
of
Princes
to
compare
.
Though
I
bee
bolde
,
I
pray
thee
blame
not
mee
,
Like
as
men
sowe
,
sutch
Corne
needes
must
the
reape
,
And
nature
hath
so
planted
in
ech
degree
,
That
Crabs
like
Crabs
will
kindly
crall
,
and
creepe
:
The
suttle
Fore
vnlike
the
seely
sheepe
:
It
is
accordinge
to
mine
Education
,
Frowarde
to
Preasse
in
Rout
,
and
Congregation
.
Behold
my
coate
burnt
with
the
Sparkes
of
Fyer
,
My
Leather
Aporn
filde
with
horse
shooe
Nayles
,
Behold
my
Hammer
,
and
my
Pincers
heere
,
Beholde
my
lookes
a
marke
that
seldome
fayles
:
My
Cheekes
declare
I
was
not
●ed
with
Quayles
,
My
Face
,
my
Clothes
,
my
Tooles
with
all
my
fashion
,
Declare
full
well
a
Prince
of
rude
Creation
.
A
Prince
I
sayd
,
a
Prince
I
say
againe
,
Though
not
by
birth
by
crafrie
vsurpacion
,
Who
doubts
but
some
men
princehood
do
obtaine
,
By
open
force
and
wrongful
dominacion
,
Yet
while
they
rule
are
had
in
reputa●ion
:
Euen
so
by
mee
the
while
I
wrought
my
feate
,
I
was
a
prince
at
least
in
my
conceit
.
I
dare
the
bolder
take
on
me
the
name
,
Because
of
him
whom
here
I
leade
in
hand
,
Tychet
Lord
Awdley
a
Lord
of
byrth
and
fame
,
Which
with
hys
power
and
strength
serude
in
my
hand
,
I
was
a
Prince
while
that
I
was
so●
mand
:
His
butterflie
stil
vnderneath
my
shielde
,
Displayed
was
from
Welles
,
to
Blackheath
fielde
.
But
now
behold
he
doth
bewayle
the
same
:
Thus
after
wits
their
rashnesse
do
depraue
,
Behold
dismaid
he
dare
not
speake
for
shame
,
He
lookes
like
one
that
late
came
from
the
graue
,
Or
one
that
came
foorth
of
Trophonius
caue
,
For
that
in
wy
the
had
so
little
pith
,
As
hee
a
Lord
to
serue
a
traytout
Smith
.
Such
is
the
courage
of
the
noble
hart
,
Which
doth
despise
the
vile
and
baser
sort
,
He
may
not
touch
that
sauours
of
the
cart
,
Him
listeth
not
with
ech
Iacke
●out
to
sport
,
He
lets
him
passe
for
payring
of
his
port
,
The
iollye
Egles
earth
not
litle
flees
,
The
courtly
silkes
match
seeld
with
homely
frees
.
But
surely
Baldwin
if
I
were
allowd
To
say
the
truth
,
I
could
somwhat
declare
:
But
clarkes
wil
say
,
this
Smyth
doth
waxe
to
proud
,
Thus
in
precepts
of
wisedome
to
compare
,
But
Smithes
must
speake
that
clarkes
for
feare
ne
dare
It
is
a
thing
that
all
men
may
lament
,
When
clarkes
keepe
close
the
truth
least
they
be
shent
.
The
Hostler
,
Barber
,
Myller
,
and
the
Smyth
,
Heare
of
the
sawes
of
such
as
wisedome
ken
,
And
learne
some
wit
although
they
want
the
pith
,
The
clarkes
pretend
and
yet
both
now
and
then
,
The
greatest
clarkes
proue
not
the
wisest
men
:
It
is
not
right
that
men
forbid
should
bee
:
To
speake
the
truth
al
were
he
bond
or
free
.
And
for
because
I
haue
vsed
to
fret
and
fome
,
Not
passing
greatly
whom
I
should
displease
,
I
dare
be
bold
awhile
to
play
the
mome
,
Out
of
my
sacke
some
others
faultes
to
lease
,
And
let
mine
owne
behinde
my
backe
to
peyse
,
For
'
hee
that
hath
his
owne
before
his
eye
,
Shal
not
so
quicke
anothers
fault
espie
I
say
was
neuer
no
such
woful
case
,
As
is
when
honour
doth
it selfe
abuse
:
The
noble
man
that
vertue
doth
embrace
,
Represseth
pride
,
and
humblenesse
doth
vse
,
By
wisdome
workes
,
and
rashnesse
doth
refuse
His
wanton
wil
and
lust
that
bridle
can
,
In
deede
is
gentle
both
to
God
and
man
.
But
where
the
nobles
want
both
wit
and
grace
,
Regard
no
reede
,
care
not
but
for
their
lust
,
Oppresse
the
Poore
,
set
will
in
reasons
place
,
And
in
their
words
,
and
domes
bee
founde
vniust
,
Wealth
goeth
to
wracke
till
all
lye
in
the
dust
:
There
Fortune
frownes
,
and
spite
beginneth
to
growe
,
Till
high
,
and
lowe
,
and
all
bee
ouerthrow
.
Then
sith
that
vertue
hath
so
good
reward
,
And
after
vice
so
duelye
wayteth
shame
,
How
hapth
that
Princes
haue
no
more
regard
,
Their
tender
youth
with
vertue
to
enflame
?
For
lacke
whereof
the
wit
and
will
is
lame
,
Infect
with
folly
,
prone
to
lust
,
and
pride
,
Not
knowinge
howe
them selues
or
theirs
to
guide
.
Whereby
it
happeneth
to
the
wanton
wight
,
As
to
a
Ship
vpon
the
stormy
Seas
,
Which
lackinge
sterne
to
guide
it selfe
a
right
,
From
Shore
,
to
Shore
the
Winde
,
and
Tide
do
teese
,
Findinge
no
place
to
rest
and
take
his
ease
,
Till
at
the
last
it
sinke
vpon
the
Sande
:
So
fare
they
all
that
haue
not
vertue
cand.
The
Plowman
first
his
Lande
doth
dresse
,
and
tourne
,
And
makes
it
apt
or
ere
the
Seede
bee
sowe
,
Whereby
hee
is
full
like
to
reape
good
Corne
.
Where
otherwise
no
seede
but
weede
would
growe
:
By
which
ensample
men
may
easely
knowe
,
When
youth
haue
wealth
before
they
can
well
vse
it
It
is
no
wonder
though
they
do
abuse
it
.
How
can
hee
rule
well
in
a
common
wealth
,
Which
knoweth
not
himselfe
in
rule
to
frayne
?
How
should
hee
rule
himselfe
in
ghostly
health
,
Which
neuer
learnde
one
lesson
for
the
same
:
If
sutch
catch
harme
their
Parentes
are
to
blame
:
For
needes
must
they
bee
blynde
,
and
blindly
led
.
Where
no
good
lesson
can
bee
taught
or
read
.
Some
thinke
their
youth
discreet
,
and
wisely
taught
,
That
brag
,
and
boast
,
and
weare
their
Feather
braue
,
Can
royst
,
and
rout
,
both
lowre
,
and
looke
a
loft
,
Can
swere
,
and
stare
,
and
call
their
felowes
Knaue
,
Can
pyll
,
and
poll
,
and
catch
before
they
craue
,
Can
Carde
,
and
Dyce
,
both
Cog
,
and
Foyst
at
fare
,
Play
on
vnthrifty
,
till
their
Purse
bee
bare
.
Some
teach
their
youth
to
pipe
,
to
singe
,
and
daunce
,
To
Hauke
,
to
Hunt
,
to
choose
and
kill
the
game
,
To
wynde
their
horne
,
and
with
their
horse
to
praunce
,
To
play
at
Tenis
,
set
the
Lute
in
frame
,
Run
at
the
Ringe
and
vse
sutch
other
game
:
Which
feates
although
they
bee
not
all
vnfit
,
Yet
cannot
they
the
marke
of
vertue
hit
.
For
noble
youth
,
there
is
nothinge
so
meete
As
learninge
is
,
to
knowe
the
good
from
ill
:
To
knowe
the
Tongues
,
and
perfectly
endyte
,
And
of
the
lawes
to
haue
a
perfect
skill
,
Things
to
reforme
as
right
,
and
iustice
will
:
For
honour
is
ordeyned
for
no
cause
,
But
see
right
mayntayned
by
the
Lawes
,
It
spites
my
heart
to
heare
when
Noble
men
Cannot
diclose
their
secrets
to
their
frend
,
In
sauegarde
sure
with
Paper
,
Inke
,
and
Pen
,
But
first
they
must
a
secretary
finde
,
To
whom
they
show
the
bottome
of
their
minde
:
And
bee
hee
false
,
or
true
,
a
Blab
,
or
close
,
To
him
they
must
their
counsayle
needes
disclose
.
And
where
they
rule
that
haue
of
Lawe
no
skill
,
There
is
no
boote
,
they
needes
must
seeke
for
ayde
:
Then
ruled
are
they
,
and
rule
as
others
will
:
As
hee
that
on
a
Stage
his
part
hath
playde
:
But
hee
was
taught
nought
hath
hee
done
,
or
sayde
.
Sutch
youth
therefore
s●eke
Science
of
the
Sage
,
As
thinke
to
Rule
when
that
yee
come
to
age
.
Where
youth
is
brought
vp
in
feare
,
and
Obedience
,
Kept
from
ill
company
,
brydeled
of
their
lust
,
Do
serue
God
duely
,
and
know
their
allegiauuce
,
Learne
godly
wisedome
which
time
nor
age
can
rust
:
There
Prince
,
People
,
and
Peeres
needes
prosper
must
,
For
happy
are
the
People
,
and
blessed
is
that
Land
,
Where
Truth
,
and
Vertue
haue
got
the
ouer
hand
.
I
speake
this
Baldwyn
of
this
rufull
Lorde
,
Whom
I
perforce
do
heere
present
to
thee
,
Hee
faynts
so
sore
hee
may
not
speake
a
worde
,
I
pleade
his
cause
without
rewarde
,
or
Fee
,
And
am
inforst
to
speake
for
him
,
and
mee
.
If
in
his
youth
hee
had
beene
wisely
tought
,
Hee
should
not
now
his
Wit
so
deere
haue
bought
.
For
what
is
hee
that
hath
but
halfe
a
Wit
,
But
may
well
know
that
Rebelles
cannot
speede
,
Marke
well
my
Tale
,
and
take
good
heede
to
it
,
Recount
it
well
and
take
it
for
good
reede
,
If
it
proue
vutrue
I
will
not
trust
my
creede
.
Was
neuer
Rebell
before
the
World
,
nor
since
,
That
could
or
shall
preuayle
against
his
Prince
.
For
ere
the
Subiect
beginneth
to
rebell
,
Within
himselfe
let
him
consider
well
,
Foresee
the
daunger
,
and
beat
well
in
his
Brayne
,
How
hard
it
is
his
purpose
to
obtayne
,
For
if
hee
once
bee
entred
to
the
Brears
,
Hee
hath
a
raginge
Wolfe
fast
by
the
Ears
.
And
when
hee
is
once
entred
to
rule
the
beastly
rout
,
Although
hee
would
hee
can
no
way
get
out
.
Hee
may
bee
sure
none
will
to
him
resorte
,
But
sutch
as
are
the
vile
,
and
rascall
sorte
.
All
honest
men
as
well
the
most
as
lest
,
To
tast
of
treason
will
vtterly
detest
.
Then
let
him
way
how
longe
hee
can
bee
sure
,
Where
fayth
,
nor
Frendship
may
no
while
endure
:
Hee
whom
hee
trusteth
most
,
to
gayne
a
groate
Wyll
fall
him
from
,
and
assay
to
cut
his
throate
,
Amonge
the
Knaues
,
and
slaues
where
vice
is
rooted
,
There
is
no
other
Freendship
to
bee
looked
.
With
Slashers
,
Slaues
,
'
&
Snuffers
so
falshoode
is
in
price
The
simple
fayth
is
deadly
sinne
,
and
vertue
counted
vice
.
And
where
the
Quarrell
is
so
vile
,
and
bad
,
That
hope
of
ayde
then
is
there
to
bee
had
?
Thyncks
hee
that
Men
will
run
at
this
,
or
that
,
To
do
a
thinge
they
knowe
not
hew
,
or
what
?
Nor
yet
what
daunger
may
thereof
betide
,
Where
Wysedome
woulde
they
should
at
home
abide
,
Rather
then
seeke
,
and
knowe
not
what
to
finde
.
Wysemen
will
first
debate
this
in
their
minde
:
Full
sure
they
are
if
that
they
go
to
wrecke
,
Without
all
grace
they
loose
both
head
,
and
necke
.
They
loose
their
Lands
,
and
Goods
,
their
Childe
,
and
Wyfe
With
Sorrow
,
and
Shame
shall
leade
a
wofull
Lyfe
,
If
hee
bee
slayne
in
field
hee
dieth
accurst
,
Which
of
all
wrecks
wee
should
attempt
the
worst
:
And
hee
that
dieth
defendinge
his
liege
Lord
,
Is
blist
,
and
blist
againe
by
Gods
owne
Worde
.
And
where
the
Souldiers
wages
is
vnpayde
,
There
is
the
Captayne
slenderly
obayde
,
And
where
the
Souldier
is
out
of
feare
,
and
dreede
,
Hee
will
bee
lacke
when
that
there
is
most
neede
,
And
priuately
hee
seekes
his
ease
,
and
leasure
,
And
will
bee
ruled
but
at
his
will
,
and
pleasure
.
And
where
some
drawe
forth
,
and
other
do
draw
backe
,
There
in
the
ende
must
needes
hee
woe
,
and
wracke
:
To
hope
for
ayde
of
Lordes
it
is
but
vayne
,
Whose
fore
taught
wit
of
treason
knoweth
the
payne
,
They
knowe
what
power
a
Prince
hath
in
his
Land
,
And
what
it
is
with
Rebelles
for
to
stand
.
They
know
by
treason
honour
is
defaced
,
Their
ofspring
and
their
progenie
disgraced
,
They
know
to
honour
is
not
so
worthy
a
thing
,
As
to
be
true
and
faithful
to
their
king
,
Aboue
cognisaunce
or
armes
,
or
pedigrew
far
,
An
vnspotted
cote
is
like
a
blazing
star
:
Therfore
the
rebel
is
accurst
and
mad
,
That
hopeth
for
that
which
rebel
neuer
had
:
Who
trusting
stil
to
dales
doth
hang
in
hope
,
Til
at
the
last
he
hang
fast
by
the
rope
,
For
though
such
tales
be
told
that
hope
might
feede
,
Such
foolish
hope
hath
stil
vnhappie
speede
.
It
is
a
custome
that
neuer
wil
be
broken
,
In
broyles
the
bag
of
lies
is
euer
open
,
Such
lying
newes
men
daylye
wil
inuent
,
As
can
the
hearers
fancy
best
content
,
And
as
the
newes
do
runne
and
neuer
cease
,
So
more
and
more
they
dayly
do
encrease
,
And
as
they
encrease
they
multiplie
as
fast
,
That
ten
is
ten
hundred
,
ten
thousand
at
the
last
.
And
though
the
rebel
had
once
got
the
●elo
,
Thinkes
he
thereby
to
make
his
prince
to
yeild
?
A
princes
power
within
his
owne
region
,
Is
not
so
soone
brought
vnto
confusion
.
For
Kinges
by
God
are
stronge
,
and
stoutly
harted
,
That
they
of
Subiects
will
not
bee
subuerted
:
If
Kinges
would
yeld
,
yet
God
would
them
restrain
,
Of
whom
the
Prince
hath
grace
,
and
power
to
raygne
:
Who
straytly
chargeth
vs
aboue
all
thinge
,
That
no
man
should
resist
agaynst
his
Kinge
.
Who
that
resisteth
his
dread
Soueraygne
Lorde
,
Doth
dampne
his
soule
by
Gods
owne
very
worde
.
A
Christian
Subiect
should
with
honour
due
,
Obey
his
Soueraygne
though
hee
were
a
Iewe
:
Whereby
assured
when
Subiects
do
rebell
,
Gods
wrath
is
kindled
,
and
threatneth
fyre
,
and
hell
.
It
is
soone
knowen
when
Gods
wrath
is
kyndled
,
How
they
shall
speede
with
whom
hee
is
offended
:
If
God
gaue
victory
to
whom
hee
liketh
best
,
Why
looke
they
for
it
whom
God
doth
most
detest
?
For
treason
is
hatefull
,
and
abhord
in
Gods
sight
,
Example
of
Iudas
that
most
wicked
Wight
:
Which
is
the
chiefe
cause
no
treason
preuayles
,
For
ill
must
hee
speede
,
whom
Gods
wrath
assayles
:
Let
Traytors
,
and
Rebels
looke
to
speede
then
,
When
Gods
mighty
power
is
subiect
to
men
.
Mutch
might
bee
sayde
that
goeth
more
neere
the
Pith
,
But
this
suffiseth
for
a
rurall
Smith
.
Baldwin
when
thou
hearest
my
reason
in
this
case
,
Belike
thou
thinkest
I
was
not
very
wyse
,
And
that
I
was
accurst
,
or
else
lacked
grace
,
Which
knowinge
the
ende
of
my
fond
Enterprise
,
Would
thus
presume
agaynst
my
Prince
to
ryse
:
But
as
there
is
a
cause
that
moueth
euery
woe
,
Somewhat
there
was
whereof
this
sore
did
growe
.
And
to
be
plaine
and
simple
in
this
case
,
The
cause
why
I
such
matter
tooke
in
hand
,
Was
nothing
els
but
pryde
and
lacke
of
grace
,
Vayne
hope
of
helpe
,
and
tales
both
false
and
fond
:
By
meanes
whereof
I
did
my
prince
withstand
,
Denied
the
taxe
assest
by
conuocation
To
mainteine
warre
against
the
Scottish
Nation
.
Whereat
the
Cornish
men
did
much
repine
,
For
they
of
Gold
and
Siluer
were
ful
bare
,
And
liued
hardly
digging
in
the
Myne
,
They
said
they
had
no
money
for
to
spare
:
Began
first
to
grudge
,
and
then
to
sweare
and
stare
,
Forgot
their
due
obeysaunce
,
and
rashly
fel
to
rauing
,
And
said
they
would
not
beare
such
polling
and
such
shauing
.
They
first
accusde
the
king
as
authour
of
their
griefe
,
And
then
the
byshop
Moreton
.
and
sir
Reinold
Bray
,
For
they
then
were
about
the
king
most
chiefe
,
Because
they
thought
the
hole
fault
in
them
lay
:
They
did
protest
to
ryd
them
out
of
the
way
.
Such
thanke
haue
they
that
rule
about
a
prince
,
They
beare
the
blame
of
other
mens
offence
.
When
I
perceiued
the
commons
in
a
rore
,
Then
I
and
Flamocke
consulted
both
together
,
To
whom
the
people
resorted
more
and
more
,
Lamenting
and
crying
,
helpe
vs
now
or
neuer
,
Breake
this
yoake
of
bondage
then
are
we
free
for
euer
:
Whereat
we
enflamed
in
hope
to
haue
a
fame
,
To
be
their
captaines
tooke
on
vs
the
name
.
Then
might
you
heare
the
people
make
a
shout
,
And
crye
,
God
saue
the
Captaines
,
&
sende
vs
al
good
speede
,
Then
hee
that
fainted
was
counted
but
a
lout
,
The
ruffians
ran
abroade
to
sowe
sedicious
seede
:
To
call
for
company
then
there
was
no
neede
For
euerye
man
laboured
another
to
entice
,
To
be
partaker
of
his
wicked
vice
.
Then
al
such
newes
as
made
for
our
auaile
,
Was
brought
to
me
,
but
such
as
sounded
ill
,
Was
none
so
bold
to
speake
or
yet
bewayle
:
Euerich
was
so
wedded
vnto
his
wyll
,
That
foorth
they
cryed
with
bowes
,
sword
and
byll
.
And
what
the
ruffler
spake
,
the
lout
toake
for
a
verdite
For
there
the
best
was
worst
,
the
worst
was
best
regarded
.
For
when
men
goe
a
madding
,
there
stil
the
vyler
part
Conspire
together
and
wil
haue
al
the
swaye
,
And
bee
it
wel
or
il
,
they
must
haue
al
the
port
,
As
they
wil
doe
,
the
rest
must
needes
obay
,
They
prattle
and
prate
as
doth
the
Popingaye
:
They
crye
and
commaund
the
rest
to
keepe
th
array
,
Whiles
they
may
raunge
and
rob
for
spoyle
and
pray
.
And
when
we
had
prepared
euery
thing
,
We
went
to
Tawnton
with
al
our
prouision
,
And
there
we
slue
the
Prouos●
of
Pentyn
,
For
that
on
the
Subsedie
hee
sate
in
commission
:
He
was
not
wise
,
nor
yet
of
great
discretion
,
That
durst
approach
his
enemies
in
their
rage
,
When
wit
nor
reason
could
their
yre
asswage
.
From
thence
we
went
to
Welles
,
where
wee
were
receiued
Of
this
Lord
Awdley
,
as
of
our
chiefe
captaine
,
And
so
had
the
name
,
but
yet
he
was
deceiued
,
For
I
in
deede
did
rule
the
clubbish
trayne
,
My
cartly
knightes
true
honour
did
disdayne
:
For
like
doth
laue
his
like
.
it
wil
be
none
other
,
A
chorle
wil
loue
a
chorle
,
before
he
wil
his
brother
.
From
Wels
to
Winchester
,
and
so
to
Blackheat●
field
,
And
there
we
encamped
looking
for
more
ayde
,
But
when
none
came
,
we
though
our selues
beguilde
,
Such
Cornish
men
as
knew
they
were
betraide
,
From
their
felowes
by
night
away
they
straide
:
There
might
we
learne
how
vayne
it
is
to
trust
,
Our
fayned
frendes
in
quarels
so
vniust
.
But
we
the
sturdy
captains
that
thought
our
power
was
strong
,
Were
bent
to
trye
our
Fortune
what
euer
should
be●ide
We
were
the
bolder
,
for
that
the
king
so
long
Deferred
battaile
:
which
so
increast
our
pryde
,
That
sure
we
thought
the
king
himselfe
did
byde
Within
the
cittie
,
therfore
with
courage
hault
,
We
did
determine
the
cittye
to
assault
.
But
he
working
contrary
to
our
expectation
,
Was
fullye
mynded
to
let
vs
runne
our
race
,
Til
wee
were
from
our
domestical
habitation
,
Where
that
of
ayde
or
succour
was
no
place
,
And
then
to
be
plagued
as
it
should
please
his
grace
,
But
al
doubtful
plaintes
▪
how
euer
they
did
sound
,
To
our
best
vayle
we
asway
did
expound
.
When
that
the
king
saw
tyme
,
with
courage
bolde
He
sent
a
power
to
circu●nent
vs
al
:
Where
wee
encloased
as
simple
sheepe
in
fold
,
Where
slayne
&
myrdred
as
beasts
in
butchers
stall
,
The
king
himselfe
,
what
euer
thaunce
might
fall
,
Was
strongly
encamped
within
S.
Georges
sield
,
And
there
abode
til
that
he
hard
vs
yelde
.
Then
downe
we
kneled
,
and
cryed
to
saue
our
lyfe
,
It
was
to
late
our
folly
to
bewayle
,
There
were
we
spoyled
of
armour
,
cote
,
and
knife
:
And
we
which
thought
with
pride
the
city
to
assayle
,
Were
led
in
prisoners
naked
as
my
nayle
,
But
of
vs
two
thousand
they
had
slaine
before
,
And
wee
of
them
three
hundred
and
no
more
.
This
my
Lord
and
wee
the
captaines
of
the
west
Tooke
our
Iane
at
Newgate
fast
in
ferters
tyde
,
Where
after
triall
we
had
but
little
rest
,
My
Lord
throw
London
was
drawne
on
a
slyde
,
To
Tower
hil
where
with
an
axe
he
dyed
,
Clad
in
his
cote
armour
painted
al
in
paper
,
Corne
and
reuersed
inspight
of
his
behauer
.
And
I
with
Thomas
Flamocke
,
&
other
of
our
bent
,
As
traytours
at
Tybourne
our
iudgement
did
obay
:
The
people
looked
I
should
my
fault
lament
,
To
whom
I
holdly
spake
that
for
my
fond
assay
,
I
was
sure
of
fame
that
neuer
should
decay
:
Whereby
ye
may
perceiue
bayn
glory
doth
enflame
Aswel
the
meaner
sort
as
men
of
greater
name
.
But
as
the
sickely
patient
,
sometime
hath
desire
To
cast
the
things
that
Phisicke
hath
denyed
,
And
hath
both
payne
and
sorow
for
his
hyre
,
The
same
to
me
right
wel
may
be
applied
,
Which
while
I
raught
for
fame
on
shame
did
slyde
And
sekinge
fame
brought
foorth
my
bitter
bane
.
As
he
that
fyered
temple
of
Diane
.
I
tel
thee
Baldwin
,
I
muse
right
oft
to
see
How
euery
man
for
wealth
and
honour
gapeth
,
How
euery
man
would
climbe
aboue
the
skie
,
How
euery
,
man
chassured
meane
so
hateth
,
How
froward
Fortune
oft
their
purpose
mateth
:
And
if
they
hap
their
purpose
to
obtaint
,
Their
wealth
is
woe
,
their
honour
care
and
paine
.
Wee
see
the
seruaunt
more
happie
then
his
Lord
,
Wee
see
him
liue
when
that
his
Lord
is
dead
,
He
sleepeth
sound
,
is
mery
at
his
boorde
,
No
sorow
in
his
hart
doth
vexe
his
head
:
Happie
then
is
he
that
pouertie
can
wed
,
What
gaine
the
mightye
conquerours
when
they
be
dead
By
all
the
spoile
and
bloud
that
they
haue
shed
?
The
terrible
tower
where
honour
hath
his
seate
,
Is
hye
on
rockes
more
slipper
then
the
yse
,
Where
stil
the
whorling
wynde
doth
roare
and
beate
,
Where
sodaine
qualmes
and
peries
stil
aryse
,
And
is
beset
with
many
sundry
vice
,
So
straunge
to
men
when
first
they
come
thereat
,
They
be
amased
,
and
do
they
wot
not
what
.
He
that
preuailes
and
to
the
tower
can
clime
,
With
trouble
and
care
must
needes
abridge
his
dayes
,
And
he
that
slydes
may
curse
the
hower
and
tyme
,
He
did
attempt
to
geeue
so
fond
assaies
,
And
al
his
life
to
sorow
and
shame
obayes
▪
Thus
slide
he
downe
or
to
the
top
ascend
,
Assure
himselfe
repentaunce
is
the
end
.
Wherfore
Baldwine
do
thou
record
my
name
To
bee
ensample
to
such
as
credite
lies
,
Or
thirst
to
sucke
the
sugred
cup
of
fame
,
Or
do
attempt
against
their
prince
to
ryse
,
And
charge
them
al
to
keepe
within
their
sise
:
Who
doth
assay
to
wrest
beyond
his
strength
,
Let
him
be
sure
he
shal
repent
at
length
,
And
at
my
request
admonish
thou
al
men
,
To
spend
wel
the
talent
which
God
to
them
hath
lent
,
And
he
that
hath
but
one
,
let
him
not
toyle
for
ten
,
For
one
is
too
much
,
vnlesse
it
bee
wel
spent
:
I
haue
had
the
proofe
,
therfore
I
now
repent
,
And
happie
are
those
men
,
and
blist
and
blist
is
hee
,
As
can
be
wel
content
to
serue
in
his
degree
.
FINIS
.
Maister
Cauille
.
IT
is
pity
(
quoth
one
)
that
the
metre
is
no
better
seeing
the
matter
is
so
good
:
you
may
do
very
wel
to
helpe
it
,
and
a
little
fyling
would
make
it
formal
.
The
authour
himselfe
(
quoth
I
)
coulde
haue
done
that
,
but
he
would
not
,
and
hath
desyred
me
that
it
maye
passe
in
suche
rude
,
sort
as
you
haue
hearde
it
:
for
hee
obserueth
therein
a
double
decorum
both
of
the
Smith
,
and
of
himselfe
:
for
he
thinketh
it
not
meete
for
the
Smyth
to
speake
nor
for
himselfe
to
wryte
in
any
exacte
kinde
of
meeter
Welsayd
another
:
the
matter
is
notable
to
teache
al
people
aswel
officers
as
subiects
to
consyder
their
estates
and
to
lyue
in
loue
&
obedience
to
the
highest
powers
.
what
so
euer
they
bee
,
whom
God
eyther
by
byrth
,
law
,
succession
,
or
vniuersal
election
,
doth
or
shall
aucthorise
in
his
owne
rowme
to
execute
his
lawes
and
iustice
,
among
any
people
or
nation
:
for
by
all
these
meanes
God
placeth
his
deputies
,
and
in
my
iudgement
there
is
no
meane
so
good
either
for
the
common
quiet
of
the
people
,
or
for
gods
free
choise
,
as
the
natural
order
of
enheritaunce
by
lyneal
discent
for
so
it
is
left
in
Gods
hands
,
to
create
in
the
wombe
what
prince
hee
thinketh
meetest
for
his
purposes
:
the
people
also
know
their
princes
and
therfore
the
more
gladly
and
willinglie
receiue
and
d●●y
them
.
And
although
same
realmes
more
careful
then
wy●e
,
haue
en●ayled
their
Crowne
to
their
Male
thinking
it
not
meete
for
the
fyminine
sexe
to
beare
the
royal
office
:
yet
if
they
consyder
all
circumstaunces
,
and
the
chiefest
vses
of
a
prince
in
a
realme
,
they
shal
see
howe
they
are
deceiued
.
For
princes
are
Gods
lieutenauntes
or
deputies
,
to
see
gods
lawes
executed
among
their
subiects
,
not
to
rule
accordinge
to
their
owne
lustes
or
deuises
,
but
by
the
prescript
of
Gods
lawes
:
so
that
the
chiefest
point
of
a
princes
office
consisteth
in
obedience
to
god
and
to
his
ordinaunces
,
&
what
should
let
but
that
a
woman
may
be
as
obediente
vnto
God
as
a
man
?
The
second
point
of
a
princes
office
is
to
prouide
for
the
impotent
,
nedy
,
and
helpelesse
,
as
widowes
,
orphanes
,
lame
,
and
decrepite
persons
:
&
seeing
women
are
by
nature
tender
harted
,
milde
,
and
pitiful
who
may
better
than
they
discharge
this
dutie
?
Yea
but
a
woman
lacketh
courage
,
boldnesse
,
and
stomacke
,
to
withstand
the
aduersarie
,
and
so
are
her
subiects
an
open
spoile
to
their
enemies
.
Debora
,
Iael
,
Iudith
.
Thomiris
,
and
other
do
proue
the
contrarie
.
But
graunt
it
were
so
:
what
harme
were
that
seeing
victorie
consisteth
not
in
wyt
or
for●e
,
but
in
Gods
pleasure
.
I
am
sure
that
whatsoeuer
prince
doth
his
dutie
in
obaying
God
,
and
causing
Iustice
to
be
ministred
according
to
Gods
lawes
,
shal
not
onely
lacke
warre
(
be
he
man
,
woman
or
child
)
but
also
be
a
terrour
to
al
other
princes
.
And
if
God
suffer
any
at
any
time
to
be
assayled
it
is
for
the
destruction
of
the
assayler
,
whether
he
be
〈…〉
forreine
foe
,
&
to
the
honour
&
profite
of
the
vertuous
prince
,
in
whose
behalfe
rather
then
he
shal
miscarye
,
God
himselfe
wil
fight
with
enferuous
,
&
earthquakes
from
the
land
and
waters
,
and
with
stormes
,
and
lighteninges
from
the
ayre
and
skies
.
Moe
warres
haue
bene
sought
throughe
the
wilfull
&
hauty
courages
of
kinges
and
greater
destructions
hapned
to
realme
thereby
,
than
by
any
other
meanes
.
And
as
for
wisedome
and
pollicye
,
seeing
it
consisteth
in
folowing
the
counsel
of
many
godly
,
learned
,
&
long
experienced
heades
,
it
were
better
to
haue
a
Woman
,
who
consideringe
her
owne
weakenes
and
inabilitie
,
should
be
ruled
thereby
,
than
a
man
which
presuming
vpon
his
owne
fond
brayne
,
will
heare
no
aduise
saue
his
owne
.
You
muse
peraduenture
wherfore
I
say
this
.
The
franticke
heades
whiche
disable
our
Queene
,
because
she
is
a
woman
,
&
our
king
because
he
is
a
straunger
,
to
be
our
prynces
&
chief
gouernours
hath
caused
me
to
say
thus
much
For
what
soeuer
man
,
woman
,
or
childe
,
is
by
the
consent
,
of
the
whole
realme
established
in
the
royal
seate
,
so
it
haue
not
bene
iniuriouslye
procured
by
rigour
of
sword
and
open
force
,
but
quietly
,
by
title
,
eyther
of
enheritaunce
,
succession
,
lawful
bequeste
,
common
consent
,
or
election
,
is
vndoubtedlye
chosen
by
God
to
be
his
deputie
:
and
whosoeuer
resistethe
any
such
,
resisteth
against
God
himselfe
,
and
is
a
ranke
traytour
and
rebel
,
and
shal
be
sure
to
prosper
aswel
as
the
Blacke
Smyth
and
other
suche
haue
done
.
Al
resist
that
wilful
breake
any
lawe
,
not
being
against
Gods
law
,
made
by
common
conset
for
the
wealth
of
the
realme
,
and
commaunded
to
bee
kept
by
authoritye
of
the
prince
:
or
that
deny
to
pay
such
duties
,
as
by
consent
of
the
high
court
of
Parliament
,
are
appointe
to
the
Prince
for
the
defence
and
preseruation
of
the
realme
.
You
haue
sayd
very
truly
herein
(
quoth
I
)
and
I
trust
this
terrible
example
of
the
Blacke
Smyth
,
will
put
all
men
in
mynde
of
their
duties
and
teach
them
to
be
obedient
to
al
good
lawes
,
and
lawful
contributions
.
The
scriptures
do
forbid
vs
to
rebel
,
or
forciblie
to
withstand
Princes
,
though
they
commaund
vniust
thinges
:
yet
in
any
case
we
may
not
do
them
but
receiue
quietly
at
the
princes
hand
whatsoeuer
punishment
God
shal
suffer
to
be
layd
vpon
vs
for
oure
refusal
,
God
wil
suffer
none
of
his
to
be
tempted
aboue
their
strength
.
But
because
these
two
persons
last
before
rehearsed
were
thought
not
onelye
obscure
in
matter
,
but
also
crabbed
in
the
meeter
(
I
haue
here
readye
to
supplie
that
which
lacked
in
theym
)
Shores
wife
,
an
eloquent
wench
,
which
shal
fynish
out
both
in
metre
&
matter
,
that
which
coulde
not
comlily
be
sayd
in
their
persons
Marke
I
pray
you
what
shee
sayth
,
&
tel
me
how
you
lyke
it
.
HOWE
SHORES
WIFE
Kinge
Edwarde
the
fowerthes
Concubine
,
was
by
king
Richard
despoyled
of
al
her
goodes
,
and
forced
to
doe
open
pennaunce
.
AMong
the
rest
by
Fortune
ouerthrowen
,
I
am
not
least
,
that
most
may
wayle
her
fate
:
My
fame
and
bruite
abrode
the
world
is
blowen
,
Who
can
forget
a
thing
thus
done
so
late
?
My
greae
mischaunce
,
my
fal
and
heauy
state
,
Is
such
a
marke
whereat
ech
tongue
doth
shoote
,
That
my
good
name
is
pluckt
vp
by
the
rohte
.
This
wandring
world
bewitched
me
with
wyles
,
And
won
my
wits
with
wanton
sugred
ioyes
,
In
Fortunes
frekes
who
trustes
her
when
she
smiles
,
Shal
fynde
her
false
and
ful
of
●ickle
toyes
,
Her
triumphes
al
but
fil
our
eares
with
noyes
,
Her
flattering
giftes
are
pleasure
mixt
with
payne
.
Yea
al
her
wordes
are
thunders
threatning
raine
.
The
fond
desire
that
we
in
glorye
set
,
Doth
thirle
our
hartes
to
hope
in
supper
hap
,
A
blast
of
pompe
is
al
the
fruite
we
get
,
And
vnder
that
li●●
hid
a
soden
clap
,
An
seeking
rest
vnwares
wee
fall
in
trap
:
In
groping
flowers
:
with
nettles
stong
we
are
,
In
labouring
long
we
reape
the
crop
of
care
,
Oh
darke
deceit
with
painted
face
for
showe
,
Oh
poysoned
bayte
that
makes
vs
eager
stil
,
Oh
fayned
frend
deceiuing
people
so
,
Oh
world
of
the
wee
cannot
speake
to
ill
:
Yet
fooles
we
are
to
bend
so
to
thy
skyl
,
The
plague
and
scourge
,
that
thousands
dayly
feele
,
Should
warne
the
wise
to
shun
thy
whirling
whele
.
But
who
can
stop
the
streame
that
runnes
ful
swift
?
Or
quench
the
fire
that
crept
is
in
the
strawe
?
The
thirstie
drinkes
,
there
is
no
other
shift
,
Perforce
is
such
that
nede
obayes
no
lawe
:
Thus
bound
we
are
in
worldly
yokes
to
drawe
,
And
cannot
stay
,
nor
turne
againe
in
time
,
Nor
learne
of
those
that
sought
to
high
to
clime
.
My selfe
for
profe
so
here
I
now
appeare
,
In
womans
weede
with
weeping
watred
eyes
,
That
bought
her
youth
and
her
delightes
full
deare
,
Whose
loud
reproach
doth
sound
vnto
the
skies
And
bids
my
corps
out
of
the
graue
arise
,
As
o●e
that
may
no
longer
hyde
her
face
,
But
needes
must
come
and
shew
her
piteous
case
.
The
sheete
of
shame
wherein
I
shrowded
was
Did
moue
me
oft
to
plame
before
this
day
,
And
in
myne
eares
did
ryng
the
trumpe
of
brasse
,
Which
is
defame
,
that
dothech
vice
bewraye
.
Yea
though
ful
dead
and
low
in
earth
I
lay
,
I
heard
the
voyce
of
me
what
people
said
,
But
then
to
speake
alas
I
was
afrayde
.
And
now
a
time
for
mee
I
see
preparde
,
I
heare
the
liues
and
falles
of
many
wightes
:
My
tale
therfore
the
●●●ter
may
be
heard
,
For
at
the
torch
the
little
candle
lightes
.
Where
pageauntes
u●e
,
smal
thinges
fil
out
the
sights
,
Wherfore
geeue
eare
,
good
Baldwin
do
thy
best
,
My
tragedye
to
place
among
the
rest
.
Because
the
truth
shal
witnesse
wel
with
thee
,
I
wil
rehearse
in
order
as
it
fell
,
My
life
,
my
death
,
my
doleful
destenie
,
My
wealth
,
my
woe
,
my
doing
euery
deale
,
My
bitter
blisse
,
wherein
I
long
did
dwel
:
A
whole
discourse
by
me
Shores
wife
by
name
,
Now
shalt
thou
heare
as
thou
hadst
seene
the
same
.
Of
noble
bloud
I
cannot
boast
my
birth
,
For
I
was
made
out
of
the
meanest
molde
,
Mine
heritage
but
seuen
foote
of
earth
,
Fortune
ne
gaue
to
me
the
giftes
of
Gold
:
But
I
could
brag
of
nature
if
I
would
,
Who
filde
my
face
with
fauour
fresh
and
fayre
,
Whose
beauty
shone
like
Phoebus
in
the
ayre
.
My
sh●pe
some
sayd
was
seemely
to
ech
sight
,
My
countenaunce
did
show
a
sober
grace
,
Myne
eyes
in
lookes
were
neuer
proued
light
,
My
tongue
in
wordes
was
chast
in
euery
case
,
Myne
eares
were
deafe
and
would
no
louers
place
,
Saue
that
(
alas
)
a
prince
did
blot
my
brow
.
Loe
,
there
the
strong
did
make
the
weake
to
bow
.
The
maiestie
that
kinges
to
people
beare
,
The
stately
port
,
the
awful
cheare
they
show
,
Doth
make
the
meane
to
shrinke
&
couch
for
fea●
Like
as
the
hound
,
that
doth
his
maister
knowe
:
What
then
,
since
I
was
made
vnto
the
bow
:
There
is
no
cloake
,
can
serue
to
hyde
my
fault
,
For
I
agreed
the
fort
he
should
assault
.
The
Eagles
forte
subdues
ech
bird
that
flies
.
What
mettal
may
resist
the
flaming
fire
?
Doth
not
the
Sunne
,
dastll
the
clearest
eyes
,
And
melt
the
yse
,
and
make
the
frost
retire
?
Who
can
withstand
a
puissaunt
kinges
desire
?
The
stiffest
stones
are
perced
through
with
tooles
,
The
wisest
are
,
with
princes
made
but
fooles
.
If
kinde
had
wrought
my
forme
in
common
frames
,
And
set
me
forth
in
colours
blacke
and
browne
,
Or
beautye
had
beene
parchd
in
Phoebus
flames
,
Of
shame
fast
wayes
had
pluct
my
fethers
downe
,
Then
had
I
kept
my
fame
and
good
renowne
:
For
natures
giftes
was
cause
of
al
my
griefe
.
A
pleasaunt
pray
entiseth
many
a
thiefe
.
Thus
wo
to
thee
that
wrought
my
peacockes
pride
,
By
cloathing
me
with
natures
tapistrie
,
Wo
worth
the
hue
wherein
my
face
was
dyde
,
Which
made
me
thinke
I
pleased
euery
eye
:
Like
as
the
sterres
make
men
behold
the
skie
,
So
beauties
show
doth
make
the
wise
ful
fond
.
And
bringes
free
hartes
ful
of
to
endiesse
bond
.
But
cleare
from
blame
my
frendes
cannot
be
found
Before
my
time
my
youth
they
did
abuse
:
In
mariage
,
a
prentise
was
I
bound
,
Then
that
meere
loue
I
knew
not
how
to
vse
.
But
wel
away
.
that
cannot
me
excuse
,
The
harme
is
mine
though
they
deuised
my
care
,
And
I
must
smart
and
sit
in
slaunderous
snare
.
Yet
geue
me
leaue
to
pleade
my
cause
at
large
,
If
that
the
horse
de
runne
beyond
his
race
,
Or
any
thing
that
keepers
haue
in
charge
,
Do
breake
their
course
,
where
rulers
may
take
place
:
Or
meate
be
set
before
the
hungries
face
,
Who
is
in
fault
th
offender
yes
or
no
,
Or
they
that
are
the
cause
of
al
this
woe
?
Note
wel
what
strife
this
forced
mariage
makes
,
What
loathed
liues
do
come
where
loue
doth
lacke
.
What
scratching
breers
do
grow
vpon
such
brakes
,
What
common
weales
by
it
are
brought
to
wracke
,
What
beauye
loade
is
put
on
pacientes
backe
,
What
straunge
delightes
this
br●unch
of
vice
doth
breede
And
marke
what
graine
springes
out
of
such
a
seede
.
Compel
the
hanke
to
sit
that
is
vnmand
,
Or
make
the
hound
vntaught
to
drawe
the
Deere
,
Or
bring
the
free
against
his
wil
in
hand
,
Or
moue
the
sad
a
pleasaunt
tale
to
heare
,
Your
time
is
lost
and
you
are
neuer
the
neere
:
So
loue
ne
learnes
of
force
the
knot
to
knit
,
She
serues
but
those
that
feele
sweete
fancies
fit
.
The
lesse
defame
redoundes
to
my
dispraise
,
I
was
entiste
by
traynes
,
and
trapt
by
trust
:
Though
in
my
power
remained
yeas
and
nayes
,
Vnto
my
frendes
yet
needes
consent
I
must
,
In
euery
thing
,
ye
lawful
or
vniust
.
They
brake
the
bowes
and
shakt
the
tree
by
sleight
,
And
bent
the
wand
that
mought
haue
grown
ful
streite
.
What
helpe
is
this
,
the
pale
thus
broken
downe
,
The
deere
must
needes
in
daunger
runne
astray
:
At
me
therfore
why
should
the
world
so
frowne
,
My
weakenesse
made
my
youth
a
Princes
pray
.
Though
wisedome
should
the
course
of
nature
stay
,
Yet
trye
my
case
who
list
,
and
they
shall
proue
,
The
rypest
wits
are
soonest
thralles
to
loue
.
What
nede
I
more
to
cleare
my selfe
to
much
?
A
King
me
wan
,
and
had
me
at
his
call
:
His
royal
state
his
Princely
grace
was
such
,
The
hope
of
will
(
that
women
seeke
for
all
,
)
The
ease
,
the
wealth
,
the
gyfts
which
were
not
smal
,
Besieged
me
so
stronglye
round
about
,
My
power
was
weake
I
could
not
hold
him
out
.
Duke
Hannibal
in
al
his
conquest
great
,
Or
Caesar
yet
,
whose
triumphes
did
excede
,
Of
al
their
spoyles
which
made
them
toyle
and
sweate
,
Were
not
so
glad
to
haue
so
rich
a
meede
,
As
was
this
Prince
when
I
to
him
agreed
.
And
yelded
me
a
prisoner
willinglye
,
As
one
that
knew
no
way
away
to
flye
.
The
Nightingale
for
al
his
merye
voyce
Nor
yet
the
Larke
that
yet
delightes
to
sing
,
Did
neuer
make
the
hearers
so
reioyce
,
As
I
with
wordes
haue
made
this
worthy
king
:
I
neuer
iarde
,
in
tune
was
euery
string
,
I
c●mpered
so
my
tongue
to
please
his
eare
,
That
what
I
said
was
currant
euery
where
.
I
ioynde
my
talke
,
my
iestures
,
and
my
grace
In
wictie
frames
that
long
might
last
and
stand
,
So
that
I
brought
the
King
in
such
a
case
,
That
to
his
death
I
was
his
chiefest
hand
,
I
gouerned
him
that
ruled
al
this
land
:
I
bare
the
sword
though
he
did
weare
the
crowne
,
I
strake
the
stroke
that
threw
the
mightie
downe
:
If
Iustice
said
that
iudgement
was
but
death
,
With
my
sweete
woordes
I
could
the
king
perswade
,
And
make
him
pause
and
take
therein
a
breath
,
Til
I
with
suite
the
fautors
peace
had
made
:
I
knew
what
waye
to
vse
him
in
his
trade
,
I
had
the
arte
to
make
the
Lyon
meeke
.
There
was
no
point
wherein
I
was
to
seeke
.
If
I
did
frowne
,
who
then
did
looke
awrie
:
If
I
did
smyle
,
who
would
not
laugh
outright
?
If
I
but
spake
,
who
durst
my
wordes
denie
?
If
I
pursued
,
who
would
forsake
the
flight
?
I
meant
my
power
was
knowen
to
euery
wight
,
On
such
a
height
good
hap
had
built
my
bower
,
As
though
my
sweete
should
neuer
haue
turnd
to
sower
.
My
husband
then
as
one
that
knew
his
good
,
Refusde
to
kepe
a
Princes
Concubine
,
Forese●ing
the
end
and
mischief
as
it
stoode
,
Against
the
King
did
neuer
much
repine
,
He
saw
the
grape
whereof
he
dranke
the
wine
,
Though
inward
thought
his
hart
did
stil
torment
.
Yet
outwardlye
he
seemde
he
was
content
.
To
purchase
praise
and
win
the
peoples
zeale
,
Yea
rather
bent
of
kinde
to
do
some
good
,
I
euer
did
vphold
the
common
weale
,
I
had
delight
to
saue
the
guiltlesse
bloud
:
Ech
suters
cause
when
that
I
vnderstood
,
I
did
prefer
as
it
had
beene
mine
owne
,
And
helpe
them
vp
that
might
haue
bene
orethrowne
.
My
power
was
prest
to
right
the
pooremans
wrong
,
My
handes
were
free
to
geeue
where
nede
required
,
To
watch
for
grace
I
neuer
thought
it
long
,
To
doe
men
good
I
nede
not
be
desired
.
Nor
yet
with
giftes
my
hart
was
neuer
hyred
.
But
when
the
Ball
was
at
my
foote
to
guide
,
I
plaied
to
those
that
Fortune
did
abide
.
My
want
was
wealth
,
my
woe
was
ease
at
wil
,
My
robes
was
ri●h
and
bra●●r
than
the
Sunne
:
My
Fortune
thou
was
far
about
my
skil
,
My
state
was
great
,
my
glasse
did
euer
runne
,
My
fatal
●●reede
so
happely
was
sponne
,
That
then
I
sate
in
earthly
pleasurs
clad
,
And
for
the
time
a
goodesse
place
I
had
.
But
I
had
not
so
sone
this
life
possest
,
But
my
good
hap
began
to
slip
asyde
.
And
Fortune
then
did
me
so
sore
molest
,
That
vnto
plaintes
was
turned
al
my
Pride
,
It
booted
not
to
rowe
against
the
tide
:
Myne
dares
were
weake
my
hart
and
strength
did
fayle
,
The
winde
was
rough
I
durst
not
beare
a
sayle
,
What
steps
of
strife
belong
to
high
estate
?
The
climing
vp
is
doubtful
to
endure
,
The
seate
it selfe
doth
purchase
priuie
hate
,
And
honours
fame
is
●ekle
and
vnsure
,
And
al
she
bringes
,
is
flowers
that
be
vnpure
:
Which
fal
as
fast
as
they
do
sprout
and
spring
,
Ind
cannot
last
they
are
so
vayne
a
thing
.
We
count
no
care
to
catch
that
we
do
wish
,
But
what
we
win
is
long
to
vs
vnknowne
,
Tyl
present
payne
be
serued
in
our
dish
,
We
scarce
perceiue
whereon
our
griefe
hath
growen
:
What
graine
proues
wel
that
is
so
rashly
sowen
?
If
that
a
meane
did
measure
all
out
deedes
,
Ind
steede
of
corne
we
should
not
gather
weedes
.
The
setled
mynde
is
free
from
Fortunes
power
,
They
neede
not
feare
who
looke
not
vp
aloft
,
But
they
that
clyme
are
careful
euery
hower
,
For
when
they
fal
they
light
not
very
soft
:
Examples
hath
the
wisest
warned
oft
,
That
where
the
trees
the
smallest
braunches
bere
,
The
stormes
do
blow
and
haue
most
rigour
there
.
Where
is
it
stronge
but
neere
the
Ground
,
and
Roote
?
Where
is
it
weake
but
on
the
highest
Sprayes
?
Where
may
a
man
so
surely
set
his
Foote
,
But
on
those
Boowes
that
groweth
lowe
alwayes
?
The
little
Twiges
are
but
vnstedfast
stayes
,
If
they
breake
not
,
they
bend
with
euery
blast
,
Who
trusts
to
them
shall
neuer
stand
full
fast
.
The
Winde
is
great
vppon
the
highest
Hilles
,
The
quiet
lyfe
is
in
the
Dale
bee
lowe
,
Who
treades
on
Ise
shall
slide
against
their
wills
,
They
want
not
Cares
that
curious
Artes
would
know
.
Who
liues
at
ease
,
and
can
content
him
so
,
Is
perfect
wise
,
and
sets
vs
all
to
Schoole
,
Who
hates
this
lore
may
well
be
calde
a
Foole
.
What
greater
griefe
may
come
to
any
life
,
Than
after
sweete
to
taste
the
bitter
sower
?
Or
after
Peace
to
fall
at
Warre
,
and
strife
,
Or
after
myrth
to
haue
a
cause
to
lower
?
Vnder
sutch
Props
false
Fortune
builds
her
Bower
,
On
sodayne
chaunge
her
fliteringe
Frames
bee
set
,
Where
is
no
way
for
to
escape
her
Net.
The
hasty
smart
that
Fortune
sendes
in
spite
Is
hard
to
brooke
where
gladnesse
wee
embrace
,
Shee
threatens
not
,
but
sodainly
doth
smite
,
Where
Ioy
is
most
,
there
doth
shee
Sorrow
place
.
But
sure
I
thincke
,
this
is
to
straunge
a
case
,
For
vs
to
feele
sutch
greefe
amid
our
Game
,
And
know
not
why
vntill
wee
taste
the
same
.
As
earst
I
sayd
,
my
blisse
was
turnd
to
bale
,
I
had
good
cause
to
weepe
and
wringe
my
hands
,
And
shewe
sad
cheere
with
Countenaunce
full
pale
,
For
I
was
brought
in
sorrows
wofull
bands
:
A
Pirry
came
and
set
my
Ship
on
Sandes
,
What
should
I
hide
,
or
colour
Care
,
and
Noye
?
Kinge
Edward
dyed
in
whom
was
all
my
Ioye
.
And
when
the
Earth
receiued
had
his
Corse
,
And
that
in
T●umbe
,
thys
worthy
Prince
was
layde
,
The
World
on
mee
began
to
shewe
his
Force
,
Of
Troubles
then
my
part
I
longe
assayed
:
For
they
of
whom
I
neuer
was
afrayde
,
Vndid
mee
most
,
and
wrought
mee
sutch
dispite
,
That
they
bereft
mee
from
my
pleasure
quite
.
As
longe
as
life
remainde
in
Edward
brest
,
Who
was
but
I
?
who
had
sutch
frends
at
call
?
His
body
was
no
sooner
put
in
Chest
,
But
well
was
hee
that
could
procure
my
fall
:
His
Brother
was
mine
Enemy
most
of
all
Protectour
then
,
whose
vice
did
still
abound
,
From
ill
to
worse
till
death
did
him
confound
.
Hee
falsely
fayned
,
that
I
of
counsayle
was
To
poyson
him
which
thinge
I
neuer
ment
,
But
hee
could
set
thereon
a
face
of
brasse
,
To
bringe
to
passe
his
lewde
,
and
false
entent
,
To
sntch
mischiefe
this
Tyrants
heart
was
bent
:
To
God
ne
man
hee
neuer
stoode
in
awe
,
For
in
his
wrath
hee
made
his
will
a
lawe
.
Lord
Hastings
bloud
for
vengeaunce
on
him
cryes
,
And
many
moe
,
that
were
to
longe
to
name
:
But
most
of
all
and
in
most
wofull
wyse
I
had
good
cause
this
wretched
man
to
blame
,
Before
the
World
I
s●ffered
open
shame
,
Where
people
were
as
thicke
as
is
the
Sande
,
I
Penaunce
tooke
with
Taper
in
my
Hand
.
Ech
Eye
did
stare
,
and
looke
mee
in
the
Face
,
As
I
past
by
the
Rumours
on
mee
ran
,
But
Patience
then
had
lent
mee
sutch
a
Grace
,
My
quiet
Lookes
were
praysed
of
euery
man
:
The
Shamefaste
bloud
brought
mee
sutch
coulour
then
That
Thousands
sayd
,
which
sawe
my
Sober
cheere
,
It
is
great
ruth
to
see
this
Woman
heere
.
But
what
preuaylde
the
peoples
pitty
there
?
This
raginge
Wolfe
would
spare
no
guiltlesse
bloud
.
Oh
wicked
Wombe
that
sutch
ill
fruict
did
beare
,
Oh
cursed
Earth
that
yeldeth
forth
sutch
Mud
,
The
Hell
consume
all
thiuges
that
did
thee
good
,
The
Heauens
shut
their
Gates
against
thy
Sprite
,
The
World
tread
downe
thy
Glory
vnder
Feete
.
I
aske
of
God
a
vengeaunce
on
thy
Bones
,
Thy
stinkinge
Corps
corrups
the
Ayre
I
know
:
Thy
shamefull
death
no
earthly
Wight
bemoanes
,
For
in
thy
Lyfe
thy
workes
were
hated
so
,
That
euery
man
did
wishe
thy
ouerthrowe
:
Wherefore
I
may
,
though
parciall
now
I
am
,
Curse
euery
cause
whereof
thy
body
came
.
Wo
worth
the
man
that
fathered
sutch
a
childe
:
Wo
worth
the
Hower
wherein
thou
wast
begate
,
Wo
worth
the
Brests
that
haue
the
world
begilde
,
To
nourish
thee
that
all
the
World
did
hate
,
Wo
worth
the
Gods
that
gaue
thee
sutch
a
face
,
To
liue
so
longe
,
that
death
deserude
so
ofte
.
Wo
worth
the
chaunce
that
set
thee
vp
a
loft
.
Yee
Princes
all
,
and
Rulers
euerychone
,
In
punishment
beware
of
hatreds
ire
.
Before
yee
scourge
,
take
heede
,
looke
well
thereon
:
In
wrothes
ill
will
if
malice
kindle
fire
,
Your
heartes
will
burne
in
sutch
a
bote
desire
,
That
in
those
flames
the
Smoake
shall
dimme
your
sight
,
Yee
shall
forget
to
ioyne
your
Iustice
right
.
You
should
not
iudge
till
thinges
bee
well
discernde
,
Your
charge
is
still
to
maintayne
vpright
lawes
,
In
conscience
rules
yee
should
bee
throughly
learnde
,
Where
clemency
bids
wrath
,
and
rashnesse
pause
,
And
further
sayth
:
Strike
not
without
a
cause
,
And
when
yee
smite
do
it
for
Iustice
sake
,
Then
in
good
part
ech
man
your
Scourge
will
take
.
If
that
sutch
zeale
had
moued
this
Tyrauntes
minde
,
To
make
my
plague
a
warrant
for
the
rest
,
I
had
small
cause
sutch
fault
in
him
to
finde
,
Sutch
punishment
is
vsed
for
the
best
:
But
by
ill
will
.
and
power
I
was
opprest
.
Hee
spoyled
my
goods
,
and
left
mee
bare
,
and
Poore
,
And
caused
mee
to
begge
from
Doore
,
to
Doore
.
What
fall
was
this
,
●o
come
from
Princes
Fare
,
To
watch
for
crummes
amonge
the
blinde
,
and
lame
?
When
almes
were
delt
I
had
an
hungry
share
,
Because
I
knewe
not
how
to
aske
for
shame
,
Till
force
&
neede
had
brought
me
in
sutch
frame
,
That
starue
I
must
,
or
learne
to
beg
an
Almes
,
With
booke
in
hande
to
say
S.
Dauids
Psalmes
.
Where
I
was
wont
the
golden
Chaynes
to
weare
,
A
paire
of
Beades
about
my
Necke
was
wound
,
A
lynnen
cloth
was
lapt
about
my
heare
,
A
ragged
Gount
that
trayled
on
the
Ground
,
A
Dish
that
clapt
,
and
gaue
a
heauy
sound
,
A
stayinge
staffe
,
and
wallet
therewithall
,
I
beare
about
as
witnesse
of
my
fall
.
I
had
no
house
wherein
to
hide
my
head
,
The
open
Streate
my
lodginge
was
perforce
,
Full
oft
I
went
all
hungry
to
my
Bed
,
My
fleshe
consumde
,
I
looked
like
a
corse
,
Yet
in
that
plight
who
had
on
mee
remorse
?
O
God
thou
knowest
my
freendes
forsooke
mee
than
,
Not
one
holpe
mee
who
suckred
many
a
man
.
They
frownde
on
mee
,
that
fawnd
on
mee
before
,
And
fled
from
mee
that
fellowed
mee
full
fast
,
They
hated
mee
,
by
whom
I
set
mu●ch
store
,
They
knew
full
well
my
fortune
did
not
last
,
In
euery
place
I
was
condemnd
and
cast
:
To
plead
my
cause
at
Ba●it
was
no
boote
,
For
euery
man
did
treade
me
vnderfoote
.
Thus
longe
I
liude
all
weary
of
myfe
,
Till
death
app●ch●
,
and
〈◊〉
mee
from
that
woe
Example
take
by
mee
both
Mayde
,
and
Wyfe
,
Beware
,
takeheede
,
fall
not
to
folly
so
,
A
Mirrour
make
by
my
great
ouerthrowe
:
De●●e
this
World
,
and
all
his
wanton
wayes
,
Beware
by
mee
that
spent
so
ill
her
dayes
.
FINIS
.
Th.
Churchyarde
.