Elizabetha quasi viuens Eliza's funerall. A fevve Aprill drops, showred on the hearse of dead Eliza. Or The funerall teares af [sic] a true hearted subiect. By H.P. Petowe, Henry. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A09524 of text S110382 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 19804). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 21 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 11 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A09524 STC 19804 ESTC S110382 99845936 99845936 10868 2240894719

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A09524) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 10868) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 902:07) Elizabetha quasi viuens Eliza's funerall. A fevve Aprill drops, showred on the hearse of dead Eliza. Or The funerall teares af [sic] a true hearted subiect. By H.P. Petowe, Henry. [20] p. Printed by E. Allde for M. Lawe, dvvelling, in Paules Church-yard, neere vnto Saint Austens gate, London : 1603. Dedication signed: Henry Petowe. In verse. Signatures: A-B⁴ C² . In this edition, partly printed from the standing type of STC 19803.5, title page line 8 has "Subiect". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Elizabeth -- I, -- Queen of England, 1533-1603 -- Death and burial -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo Elizabetha quasi viuens, Eliza's funerall. A fevve Aprill drops, showred on the hearse of dead Eliza. Or The funerall teares af [sic] a true hearted s Petowe, Henry 1603 22 3190 35 0 0 0 0 0 109.72 F The rate of 109.72 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2002-12 Assigned for keying and markup 2003-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2003-02 Sampled and proofread 2003-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2003-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

Elizab●●●● quasi vivens .

Eliza's Funerall .

A fewe Aprill drops , showred on the Hearse of dead Eliza.

OR The Funerall teares af a true-hearted Subiect .

By H.P.

LONDON ▪ Printed by E. Allde for M. Lawe , dwelling in Paules Church-yard , neere vnto Saint Austens gate 1603.

To the Wor. and Curteous Gentleman M. Richard Hadersham , H. P. wisheth increase of Worship ▪ and virtue .

I Haue ( Worshipfull & wise ) contrary to the expectation of many , presumed to publish the formall maner of my priuate sorowes , for the great losse of your late deceased Lady-Mistres , & Englands Soueraigne . And knowing your wor. a sad and pensiue mourner for so great a losse , I haue made bold to shrowd my teares vnder your sad garment , which if you deigne to shadowe from the heate of enuie , there is no fire of malice can haue power to partch them . Shrowd them at your pleasure , keepe them no longer then you please to mourne , which I knowe will be of long continuance ; not that you haue cause by this late change , but that the memorial of so sweet a Princes can not be sodainly buried in obliuion . God graunt that the auncient saying in this barter may be verified , which is , we haue changed for the better . Is it possible a better then Shee should succeed ? but what is impossible with the Almightie ? What Eliza was in her life , you know , nay the world knowes her fame girdles in the earth : what her successor hath been in his Kingdom of Scotland , his subiects they know , and we haue heard , which hath been much to Gods glory , his countries peace and his Maiesties honour ; Therefore since it hath pleased God to continue his wonted fauour towards vs in blessing vs his vnworthy seruants , with so gratious a Soueraigne , adding vnto his royall Crowne the highest tytle of Maiestie and earthlie dignitie : Graunt thou most of might ( Almightie King ) that our dread Soueraign Iames the first of that name of these three vnited Kingdoms , England , France & Ireland , and of Scotland the sixt , maye be so directed and gouerned by thy Almightie hand , that he may rule his seuerall Kingdoms in peace to thy glory , raigne in tranquility Nestors yeeres to our comfort , and in the end , dye in thy fauour , to liue againe in glory with his aeterniz'd Sister diuine Eliza. Thus not dreading your kinde acceptance of my loue , I humblie take my leaue .

Your Worships most obsequious : Henry Petowe .
The Induction . I That obscure haue wept till eyes be drye , Wil teach my pen another while to weep . Obdurant hartes that they may mollifye , For losse of her that now in peace doth sleep . Peace rest with her , but sorowe with my pen , Till dead Eliza doth reuiue agen . Amongst high sp'rited Paragons of wit , That mount beyond our earthlie pitch to fame , Creepes forth my Muse , ye great ones fauour it , Take her not vp , alas she is too tame . Shee l come to hand if you but lure her to you , then vse her kindly , for she le kindly woe you . And if this Infant of mine art-lesse braine , passe with your sweet aplause as some haue done , And , meane good fauour of the learned gaine For showring teares vpon Eliza's tombe . my Muse shall hatch such breed when she 's of yeres shall bring you confort & dry vp your teares . The last of many , yet not the least of all , Sing I a heauie dirdge for our late Queene : And singing , mourne Eliza's Funerall , The Eperse of all that e're haue beene . She was , she is , and euermore shall bee , the blessed Queene of sweet eternitie . With her in heauen remaines her fame : on earth Each moderne Poet that can make a verse Writes of Eliza , euen at their Muses birth . Then why not I weeepe on Eliza's Herse ? Som-where in England shall my lines go sleep till England read , and ( England reading ) weepe .
Eliza's Funerall . THen withered the Primrose of delight , Hanging the head o're Sorowes garden wall : When you might see all pleasures shun the light , And liue obscuer at Eliza's fall . Her fall from life to death , oh stay not there ! Thogh she were dead , the shriltong'd trump of heauen Rais'd her againe , think that you see her heere : Euen heere , oh where ? not heere , shee 's hence bereauen For sweet Eliza in Elizium liues , In ioy beyond all thought . Then weepe no more , Your sighing weedes put off , for weeping giues ( Wayling her losse ) as seeming to deplore Our future toward fortunes , morne not then : You cease a while but now you weepe agen . Why should a soule in passion be deny'd To haue true feeling of her essence misse ? My soule hath lost her selfe now deified , I needes must moane her losse , though crownd with blisse Then giue me leaue , for I must weepe a while , Till sorrowes deludge haue a lower ebbe , Let lamentation neuer finde a stile , To passe this dale of woe , vntill the webbe Appointed for my latest mourning weed Be spun and wouen with a heauie hand . Then will I cease to weepe , I will indeed , And euery beating billowe will withstand . T' will not be long before this web be spun , Dy'd blacke , worne out and then my teares be done . Of Aprils month the eight and twentith day ▪ M. Sixe hundred three by computation : Is the prefixed time for sorowes stay . That past : my mourning weedes grow out of fashion . Shall I by ▪ prayer hasten on the time ? Faine would I so , because mine eyes are drie , What cannot prayers doe for soules diuine , Although the bodies be mortaliitie ? Diuine she is for whome my Muse doth morne , Though lately mortall , now she sits on hie , Glorious in heauen , thither by Angells borne , To liue with them in blisse eternally . Then come faire day of ioyfull smiling sorow , Since my teares dry , come happie day to morow . Yee Herralds of my heart , my heauie groanes , My teares which if they could , wold showre like raine My heauie lookes and all my surdging mones , My moouing lamentations that complayne When will you cease , or shall paine , neuer ceasing Seaze on my heart ? oh mollifie your rage , Least your assaults with ouer-swift increasing , Procure my death , or call on tymeles age . She liues in peace whome I do morne for so , She liues in heauen , and yet my soule laments . Since shee 's so happie , I le conuert my woe To present ioy , turne all my languishments . And with my sorrowes see the time doth wast , The day is come , and mid-day welnigh past . Gaze greedy eye : note what thou dost he holde , Our horizon is of a perfect hew , As cleere as christall , and the day not olde . Yet thousand blackes present them to thy view . Three thousand and od hundred clowds appere , Vpon the earthly Elament belowe As blacke as night , trampling the lower Sphere , As by degrees from place to place they goe . They passe away , oh whether passe they then ? Into a further clymat out of sight , Like clowds they were , but yet like clowded men , Whose presence turn'd the day to sable night . They vanish thence , note what was after seene , The liuely picture of a late dead Queene . Who like to Phoebus in his golden Car , Was the bright eye of the obscured day ▪ And though her glorious prograce was not far , Yet like the smiling Sunne this semblance lay . Drawne in a Ietty Charriot vayl'd with blacke , By foure faire Palfraies that did hang the head , As if their Lady-Mistris they did lacke , And they but drew the figure of the dead . Oh yee spectators which did view that sight ! Say if you truelie say , could you refraine , To , shed a 〈◊〉 of teares in deathes despight , That rest her hence , whome art brought backe againe● Queene He that knew her and had Eliza seene , Would sweare that figure were faire Englands Faire Englands Queene , euen to the life thogh dead , Speake if I write not true , did you not crye ? Cry foorth amaine and say , her Princely head Lay on a pillowe of a crimson dye , Like a sweet beauty in a harmlesse slumber : She is not dead , no sure it cannot be , Thus with vnlikely hopes , the vulger number Flatter themselues ( oh sweet lyu'd flatterie . ) Indeed a man of iudgement would haue thought , Had he not knowne her dead ( but seene her so , Tryumphant drawne in robes so richly wrought , Crowne on her head , in hand her Scepter to ) At this rare sight he would haue sworne and said , To Parliament rides this sweet slumbring Maide . But that my warrant 's seald by truthes one hand , That in her counterfeit Art did excell : I would not say that in this little land , Pigmalions equall doth admired dwell ▪ Enough of that , and now my teares are done , Since she that dy'd liues now aboue the Spheres , Luna's extinct , and now beholde the Sunne , Whose beames soake vp the moysture of all teares . A Phoenix from her ashes doth arise , A King at whose faire Crowne all glory amyes . God graunt his royall vertues simpathize , Which late Eliza's , so God saue King Iames. He that in loue to this saies not Amen , Pray God the villaine neuer speake agen . Amen . FINIS .
The order and formall proceeding at the Funerall of the most high , renowned , famous and mightie . Princesse , Elizabeth of England , France and Ireland late Queene : from White-hall to the Cathedrall Church of Westminster . The 28. of Aprill , 1603. BEfore thou reade , prepare thine eyes to weepe , If that thine eyes containe one liquid teare : Or if thou canst not morne fall dead in sleepe , For naught but death such sorowes can out-weare . T wi'll grieue heereafter soules as yet vnborne , That one soules losse did make so many morne . Did make so many mourne ? oh heauie time That brought a period to her happie life . But cruell death the fatall stroke was thine , Her losse is ours , heauen thereby gaines a wise . Yet had not sinne bin hug'd in the armes of Pride , England had smild and heauen lost a Bride , But now , oh now our mourning weedes are on , And many thousand blackes for her are worne : Which do demonstrate that Elizas gone , For whose vn●imly losse so many mourne , What these sad mourners are , good reader see : And seeing reade , and reading weepe with me . First , Knight Marshals men to make roome . Then folowed 15 poore men . Next 260. poore women . Then Seruants , of Gentlemen Esquiers , & Knights . Two Porters . Four Trumpeters . Rose , Purseuant at Armes . Two Sergeants at Armes . The Standard of the Dragon . Two Querries leading a horse couered in blacke cloath . Messengers of the Chamber . Children , Of the Almondry . Children of the Woodyard . Children of the Scullery . Children and Furners of the Pastry , Scalding house , and Larder . Then followed Groomes , being : Wheat-porters . Coopers . Wine-porters . Conducts in the Bake-house . Bel-ringer . Maker of spice-bags Cart-takers , chosen by the boord Long Carts . Cart-takers . Of the Almery . Of the Stable . Wood-yard . Scullery . Pastrye . Scalding-house . Poultrye . Catery . Boyling-house . Larder . Kitchin . Lawndrie . Ewerye . Confectionarye . Waferye . Chaundrye . Pitcher-house . Butterye . Seller . Pantrye . Bake-house . Counting-house . Then , Noble-mens and Embassadours seruants . and , Groomes of the Chamber . Foure Trumpeters . Blewemantle . A Sergeant at Armes . The Standerd of the Greyhound Two Querries leading a Horse . Yeomen : being Seruitors in the Hall . Cart-takers . Porters . Almonrye . Herbengers . Wood-yard . Scullery . Pastrye . Poultrie & Scalding-house . Purueyers of the Poultrye . Purueyers of the Acatrie . Stable . Boyling house . Larder . Kitchin . Ewerye . Confectionarye . Waferye . Purueyer of the Waxe . Tallow-Chandler . Chaundrye . Pitcher-house . Brewers . Buttrie . Purueyers . Seller . Pantrye . Garneter . Bake-house . Counting-house . Spicerye . Chamber . Robes . Wardrobe . Erles and Countesses seruants . Foure Trumpeters . Portcullis . A Sergeant at Armes . The Standerd of the Lyon . Two Querries leading a horse trapped with blacke veluet . Sergeant of the Vestrie . Gentlemen of the Chappel in Copes , hauing the Children of the Chappel in the middle of their company , in surplices , all of them singing . Clarkes . Deputie Clarke of the market . Clarkes extraordinarye . Cofferer . Dyet . M. Cooke for the housholde . Pastrie . Larder . Scullerye . Wood-yard . Poultrye . Bake-house . Acatrie . Stable . Sergeants . Gent. Harbenger . Wood-yard . Scullerye . Pastrye . Caterye . Larder . Ewerie . Seller . Pantrie . Bake-house . M. Cooke of the Kitchin . Clarkes of the Equerrie . Second Clarke of the Chaundry . Third Clark of the Chaundry . Second Clark of the Kitchin . Third Clark of the Kitchin . Super-visors of the Dresser . Surueyer of the Dresser for the Chamber . Musitians . Apothicaries . Chirurgians . Sewers of the Hall . Marshall of the Hall . Sewers of the Chamber . Groom-Porter . Gent. Vshers quarter wayters Clarke . Marshall . Auenor . Chiefe Clark of the wardrobe Chiefe Clark of the Kitchin . Two Clarkes Controllers . Clarkes of the Green-cloth . M. of the Housholde . Sir Henry Cocke Cofferer . Rouge Dragon . A Sergeant at Armes . The Banner of Chester , Clarkes of the Counsell . Clarkes of the priuie Seale . Clarkes of the Signet . Clarkes of the Parliament . Doctors of Phisicke . ● Chaplaines . Secretaries , for the Latine ▪ & French tongues . Rouge-Crosse . Two Sergeants at Armes . The Banner of Cornwall . Aldermen of London . Soliciter . Attourney . Sergeants at Law . M. of the Reuels . M. of the Tents . Knights bachelers . Lord cheife Baron . Lord Cheife Iustice , of the Common Plees . M. of the Iewell-house . Knightes , which haue beene Embassadours . Gentlemen Agents . Sewers for the Queene . Sewers for the bodye . Esquires of the bodye . Gent. of the priuye Chamber . Gentlemen Pencioners , holding their Pol-axes heades downe-wards , couered all with blacke . Heere Reader stay : & if thou aske me whie , T is to intreate thee beare them company . But if th' high spirit cannot weepe so lowe , Weepe with these flowers of honour that drooping goe . L 〈…〉 ster . The Banner of 〈◊〉 . Lord Mayor of London . Sir Iohn Popham . Sir Iohn Fortescue . Sir Robert Cicill ▪ Principall Secretarie . Controller of the housholde . Treasurer of the housholde . Masters of Requests . Agents for Venice and for the Estates . Windsor . The Banner of Ireland . Baro●● . Bishops . Erles eldest sonnes . Viscounts . Du 〈…〉 . Erles . Marquesses . Bishop of Chichister's A 〈…〉 , and 〈◊〉 at the Funerall . Lord Keeper . Arch-Bishop of Canterburie . French Embassadour . Foure Sergeants at Armes . The great imbrodered Banner of England . Somerset & Richmond . Yorke ▪ Helme & Crest . Chester , Target . Norrey , K. at Armes . Swoord . Clarenciaux , K. at Armes . Cote . Art thou yet dry , as if thou hadst not wept ? Reade further then , and thou wilt force a teare . But hadst thou seene her figure as she slept , In memorie , thou would'st her semblance beare . Whose deere remembrance would so touch thy minde , That in thy passion thou no meane conda'st finde .

The liuely picture of her Maiesties whole body in her Parliament robes with a Crowne on her head , and a Scept●r in her hand , lying on the corpes inshrin'd in leade , and balmed couered with Purple-veluet : borne in a Charriot drawne by foure Horses trapt in Blacke-veluet .

〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 bodye . On Each side the 〈…〉 ble-men . Footemen . The Earle of 〈…〉 of the horse , lea 〈…〉 frey of Hono 〈…〉 Two Esquiers and a 〈…〉 to attend , & 〈…〉 Gentleman vsher . Garter K. at Armes . The Lady Marques of Nort . 〈…〉 〈…〉 . 〈…〉 〈◊〉 Viscountesses ▪ Butler 〈◊〉 Baronesses . Maides of honour of the priuie Chamber . Captaine of the Guard , with all the Gu●●d following 〈◊〉 , & fiue in a ranke , holding their Holberds downeward . Loe heere are all that in blacke weedes do wourne , And now methinke 〈…〉 What will thy 〈…〉 The 〈…〉 one Sun . And since that D 〈…〉 from hence bereauen , We haue an other 〈◊〉 or 〈◊〉 by heauen , 〈…〉 so glorious shine , That after death he may be crown'd diuine . Amen . Viuat Iacobus : Angliae , Scotiae , Franciae et Hiberniae Rex . FINIS .