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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A20836) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 10437) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 882:09) Poems: by Michaell Draiton Esquire Poems. Selected poems Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. [8], 144, 149-159, [5] p., 104 leaves, [124] p. Printed [by Valentine Simmes] for N. Ling, London : 1605. Printer's name from STC. Signatures: A⁴ B-Y Z (-Z7,8, +chi² , chi1 signed "Z5") 2A-2I (-2I7,8). Drayton's name on chi2v is in roman. Variant: signatures: A⁴ B-Y Z (-Z7,8, +2I7,8) 2A-2I (-2I7,8); the two-leaf cancel, originally 2I7,8, is printed in same setting as chi² of other variant except for second leaf verso, which has Drayton's name in italic. Reproduction of the original in the Folger Shakespeare Library. eng eebo Poems: by Michaell Draiton Esquire. Drayton, Michael, 1605 500 123858 361 0 0 0 0 0 29.15 C The rate of 29.15 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2005-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2005-09 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2005-10 Sampled and proofread 2005-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-01 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion

POEMS : By Michaell Draiton Esquire .

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LONDON , Printed for N. Ling. 1605.

The Arguments . THe Barrons warres . Englands Heroicall Epistles . Idea . The Legend of Robert Duke of Normandie . The Legend of Matilda . The Legend of Pierce Gaueston .
To Sir Walter Aston , Knight of the honourable order of the Bath , and my most worthy Patron . I Will not striue m' invention to inforce , With needlesse words your eyes to entertaine , T' obserue the formall ordinarie course That euerie one so vulgarly doth faine : Our interchanged and deliberate choise , Is with more firme and true election sorted , Then stands in censure of the common voice , That with light humor fondly is transported : Nor take I patterne of an others praise , Then what my pen may constantly avow , Nor walke more publique nor obscurer waies Then vertue bids , and iudgement will allow ; So shall my loue , and best endeuours serue you , And still shall studie , still so to deserue you . Michaell Drayton .
To the Reader .

The Quadrin doth neuer double , or to v●e a word of He raldrie , neuer bringeth forth Gemells . The Quiazain too soone . The Sostin hath Twinnes in the base , but they detaine not the Musicke nor the Cloze ( as Musitians terme it ) long enough for an Epicke Poeme ; The stanza of seauen is touched before ; This of eight both holds the tune cleane through to the base of the columne , ( which is the couplet , the foote or bottome ) and closeth not but with a full satisfaction to the care , for so long detention .

Briefely , this sort of stanza hath in it , maiestie , perfection and soliditie , resembling the pillar which in Architecture is called the Tuscan , whose shaft is of six diameters , and bases of two . The other reasons this place will not beare , but generally all stanzas are in my opinion but tyrants and torturers , when they make inuention they their number , which sometime would otherwise scantle it selfe . A fault that great Maisters in this Art striue to auoide . Concerning the diuision which I vse in this Poeme , I am not ignorant that antiquitie hath vsed to distinguish workes into Bookes , and euery one to beare the number of their order , Homers ●liads , and Vlysiads indeede are distinguished by seuerall letters of the Greeke Alphabet , as all the world kn●wes , and not by the numerall letters onely , which to lot● are digit , and afterward compound ; the Alpha being our vnite , for the Greeks had no figures nor ciphers in their Arithmeticke . Virgils Aeneis , Statius Theba●s , Silius worke of the Carthaginian warre , Illyricus Argonauticks , Vidas Christeis , are all diuided into books . The Italians vse Cantos , and so our first late great Reformer Master Spenser ; that I assume another name for the sections in this volume , cannot be disgratious nor vnauowable .

Lastly , if I haue not already exceeded the length of an Epistle , I am to intreats , that he who will ( as any man may that will ) make himselfe a partie to this of ours , would be pleased to remember that Spartan Prince , who being found by certaine Ambassadors playing among his children , requested them to forbeare to censure , till also they had some of their owne . To such I giue as ample power and priuiledge as euer Ius lib●rorum coulain Rome , crauing backe againe at their hands by a regrant , the like of that which I impart ; for great reason there is , that they should vndergoe the licence which themselues challenge , and suffer that in their fames which they would wrongly put vpon others , according to the most indifferent law of the Talio . Fare you well .

To M. Michaell Drayton . WHat ornament might I deuise to fit Th' aspiring height of thy admired spirit ? Or what faire Garland worthy is to sit On thy blest browes , that compasse in all merit ? Thou shalt not crowned be with common Bayes , Because for thee it is a crowne too low , Apolloes tree can yeeld thee simple praise , It is too dull a vesture for thy brow ; But with a wreathe of starres shalt thou be crown'd , Which when thy working temples do sustaine , Will like the Spheares be euer moouing round , After the royall musicke of thy braine : Thy skill doth equall Phoebus , not thy birth , He to heauen giues musicke , thou to earth . Thomas Greene . .
To M. Michaell Drayton . THose painefull wits , which natures depth admire , And view the causes of vnconstant strife , Doe tremble least the Vniuerse expire , Through lasting iarres , the enemies of life , On earthly signes let not such Sages looke , Nor on the cleere aspects of hopefull starres ; But learne the worlds continuance from thy booke , which frames past natures force eternall warres ; wherein the Mases shewing perfect glory , Adorne it so with gracefull harmonie , That all the acts of this lamented story , Seeme not perform'd for peoples libertie : Nor through the awe of an imperious King , But that thy verses their deepe wounds might sing . Iohn Beaumont .
THE FIRST BOOKE of the Barrons warres . The Argument . The grieuous plagues and the prodigious signes That this great warre and slaughter doe foreshow , Th' especiall cause the Baronage combines , The Queenes strong griefe , whence many troubles grow , The time by course vnto our fallinclines , And how each country doth to battell goe ; What cause to yeeld , the Mortimers pretend , And their commitment perfecting the end . 1 THe bloodiefactions , and rebellious pride Of a strong nation , whose vnmanag'd might Them from their naturall Soueraigne did diuide , Their due subiection , and his lawfull right , Whom their light error loosely doth misguide , Vrg'd by lewd Minions tyrannous despight ; Me from soft layes , and tender loues doth bring , Of dreadfull fights , and horred warres to sing . 2 What hellish furie poysned your hie blood , Or should bewitch you with accursed charmes , That by pretending of the generall good , Rashly extrudes you to tumultuous armes , And from the safetie wherein late you stood , Re●t of all taste , and feeling of your harmes , That France and Belgia with affrighted eyes , Were sad beholders of your miseries . 3 T 〈…〉 ueterate ranckor in their bosoms bred , Who for their charter wag'd a former war , Or through your veines , this raging venom spred , Whose next-succeeding Nephewes now you are , Or that hote gore your bowes in conquest shed , Hauing enlarg'd your Countries bounds so far , Ensigne to ensigne furiously oppose , With blades of Bilbo dealing English blowes . 4 O thou the great director of my Muse , On whose free bountie all my powers depend , Into my breast a sacred fire infuse , Rauish my spirit this great worke to attend ; Let the still night my laboured lines peruse , That when my Poems gaine their wished end , They whose sad eyes shall reade this tragique story , In my weake hand shall see thy might and glory . 5 What Care would plot , Dissentions quickely crosse , Which like an earthquake rends the tottering state , By which abroade we beare a publique losse , Betrayd at home by meanes of priuate hate ; Whilst vs those strange calamities doe tosse , ( The daily nurse of mutinous debate ) Confusion still our countries peace confounds , No helpe at hand , and mortall all our wounds . 6 Thou Church then swelling in thy mightinesse , Tending the care and safetie of the soule ; O nurse not factions flowing in excesse , That with thy members shouldst their griefe condole , In thee rests power this outrage to represse , Which might thy zeale and sanctitie enrole , Come thou in purenesse meekely with the word , Lay not thy hand to the vnhalowed sword . 7 Blood-thirsting warre arising first from hell , And in progression seizing on this I le , Where it before neere forty yeeres did dwell , And with pollution horribly defile , By which so many a woorthy English fell , By our first Edward banished awhile , Transferd by Fortune to the Scottish meare , To ransacke that , as it had rauinde heere . 8 Where hovering still with inauspicious wings About the verge of these distempered climes , Returning now , new errour hether brings , To stirre vs vp to these disastrous crimes , Weakeneth our power by oft diminishings ; And taking holde on these vnsetled times , Forcing our frailty sensually at length , Crackt the stiffe nerves that knit our antient strength . 9 Whose frightfull vision , at the first approach , With violent madnes strooke that desperate age , So many sundry miseries abroach , Giuing full speed to their vnbrideled rage That did our antient libertie encroach , And in these strong conspiracies ingage , The worthiest blood the subiects losse to bring , By innaturall wrongs vnto their naturall king . 10 When in the North whilst horror yet was yoong , These dangerous seasons swiftly comming on , Whilst o're our heads portentious meteors hung , And in the skies sterne Comets brightly shone , Prodigious births oft intermixt among , Such as before to times had beene vnknowne , In bloody issues forth the earth doth breake , Weeping for vs , whose woes it could not speake . 11 When by the rankenes of contagious aire , A mortall plague inuadeth man and beast , Which soone disperst , and raging every where , In doubt the same too quickely should have ceast , More to confirme the certaintie of feare By cruell famine haplesly enereast ; As though the heauens in their remisfull doome , Tooke those best lou'd from wor●er daies to come . 12 The leuell course that we propose to goe Now to th' intent you may more plainely see , And that we euery circumstance may show The state of things , and truely what they be , And with what skill , or proiect we bestow , As our accurrents happen in degree . From these portents we now diuert our view , To bring to birth the horrors that ensue . 13 The calling backe of banisht Gaueston , Gainst which the Barrons were to Longshanks sworne , That insolent lascivious Minion , A Soueraignes blemish , and a countries scorne , The signiories , and great promotion , Him in his lawlesse courses to suborne , Stirres vp that hatefull and outragious strife , That cost ere long so many an English life , 14 O worthy La●y , hadst thou sparde that breath Which shortly after Nature thee denide , To Lancaster deliuered at thy death , To whom thy onely daughter was affide , That this sterne warre too quickely publisheth , To ayde the Barrons gainst that Minions pride , Thy Earledomes , lands , and titles of renowne , Had not so soone returnd vnto the Crowne . 15 The Lordships Bruse vnto the Spensers past , Crossing the Barrons vehement desire , As from Ioues hand that fearefull lightning cast , When fifty townes lay spent in enuious fire , Alas too vaine and prodigall a waste ; The strong effect of their conceived ire , Vrging the weake King with a violent hand , T' abiure those false Lordes from the troubled land . 16 When the faire Queene that progressing in Kent , Lastly denide her entrance into Leedes , Whom Badlesmere vnkindly dooth preuent ; Who gainst his Soueraigne in this course proceedes , As adding further to this discontent , One of the springs which this great mischiefe feedes , Heaping on rage and horror more and more , To thrust on that which went too fast before . 17 Which more and more , a kingly rage increast , Moou'd with the wrongs of Gaueston disgraded , Which had so long beene setled in his breast , That all his powers it wholy had inuaded , Giuing the Spensers an assured rest , By whom his reasons chiefly are perswaded , By whose lewd counsells he is onely led , To leaue his true Queene , and his lawfull bed , 18 That now herselfe who while she stood in grace , Applied her powers these discords to appease When yet confusion had not fully place , Nor former times so dangerous as these , A party now in theyr afflicted case , A willing hand to his destruction layes , That time whose soft palme heals the wound of war , May cure the soare , but neuer close the scar . 19 In all this heate his greatnes first began , The serious subiect of our sadder vaine , Braue Mortimer , that euer-matchlesse man , Of the old Heroes great and God-like straine , For whom invention dooing best it can , His weight of honour hardly can sustaine , Bearing his name immortaliz'd and hie , When he in earth vnnumbred times shall lie . 20 That vncle now ( whose name this Nephew bare , The onely comfort of the wofull Queene ) Who from his cradle held him as his care , In whom the hope of that great name was seene , For this young Lord now wisely doth prepare , Whilst yet this deepe hart-goaring wound is greene , And on this faire aduantage firmely wrought , To place him highly in her princely thought . 21 At whose deliberate and vnusuall byrth , The heauens were said to counsell to retire , And in aspects of happinesse and mirth , Breath'd him a spirit insatiatly t' aspire , That tooke no mixture of the ponderous earth , But all comprest of cleere ascending fire , So well made vp , that such an one as he , Ioue in a man like Mortimer would be . 22 The temper of that nobler moouing part , With such rare purenesse rectified his blood , Raising the powers of his resolued hart , Too prowd to be lockt vp within a flood , That no misfortune possibly could thwart ; Which from the natiue greatnesse where it stood , Euen by the vertue of a piercing eye , Shew'd that his pitch was boundlesse as the sky . 23 Worthy the grand-child of so great a Lord , Who whilst first Edward fortunately raign'd , Reedified great Arthurs auncient boord , The seate at goodly Kennelworth ordain'd , The order of old Knighthood there restor'd , To which a hundreth duely appertain'd With all the grace , and beauties of a Court , As best became that braue and martiall sport . 24 The hart-swolne Lords with furie set on fire , Whom Edwards wrongs to vengeance still prouoke , With Lancaster and Hartfoord now conspire No more to beare the Spensers seruile yoke . And thus whilst all a mutuall change desire , The ancient bonds of their allegeance broke , Resolu'd with blood their libertie to buy , And in this quarrell vow'd to liue and dye . 25 What priuiledge hath our free birth ? ( say they ) Or in our blood what vertue doth remaine , To each lasciuious Minion made a pray , That vs , and our nobilitie disdaine , Whilst they tryumphing boast of our decay ? Either those spirits we do not now retaine That were our fathers , or by fate we fall Both from their greatnes , liberty and all . 26 Honour deiected from that soueraigne state , From whence at first it challenged a being , Now prostitute to infamy and hate , As with it selfe in all things disagreeing , So out of order , disproportionate , From her faire course preposterously flying , Whilst others as themselues , and onely wee Are not held those we would but seeme to bee . 27 Then to what end hath our great conquest seru'd , Those acts achiued by the Norman sword , Our Charters , patents , or our deeds reseru'd , Our offices , and tytles to record , The crests that on our monuments are caru'd , If they to vs no greater good affoord ? Thus doe they murmure euery one apart , With many a vext soule , many a grieued hart . 28 Whilst this sad Queene to depth of sorrow throwne , Wherein she wastes her flower of youth away , Beyond beliefe to all but heauen vnknowne , This quickning sparke , where yet it buried lay , By the sharpe breath of desperate faction blowne , Conuerts her long night to the wished day , The wofull winter of misfortune cheering , As the darke world at the bright sunnes appearing . 29 Yet ill perplex'd amid these hard extreames , All mean●s deprest her safety to preferre , Depriu'd of those late comfortable beames , Whose want might make her the more easly erre , Her hopes relinquisht like deceiptfull dreames , Which in her breast such sundry passions stirre , Where strugling which ech other should controule Worke strange confusion in her troubled soule . 30 That now disabled of all soveraigne state , That to her graces rightly did belong , To be reiected , and repudiate , So true a Lady , goodly , faire and yoong , Which with more feruor still dooth intimate Her too-deepe-setled and inveterate wrong , What wisedome would , a womans will denies , With arguments of her indignities . 31 When to effect the angry Fates pursue In heauens high Court that long time did depend , When these full mischiefes to a ripenesse grew , And now the haruest hastning in the end , And all these lines into one centre drew , Which way soe're they seemingly extend ; All these together in proportion laide , Each breath of hope , a gale of certaine aide . 32 Now is the time when Mortimer doth enter , Of great imployment in this tragicke act , His youth and courage boldly bid him venter , And tell him still how strongly he was backt ; And at this instant in due season sent her , When the streight course to her desire is tract , ( And but vpon more certaintie doth stay ) By a direct , what though a dangerous way ? 33 This dreadfull Commet drew her wondring eie , Which now beganne his golden head to reare , Whose glorious fixure in so faire a skie , Strikes the beholder with a chilly feare , And in a Region eleuate and hie , And by the forme wherein it did appeare , As the most skilfull seriously divine , Foreshew'd a kingdome shortly to decline . 34 Yet still recoyling at the Spencers power , As often checkt with their intemperate pride , Th' vnconstant Barrons wauering euery howre , The fierce incounter of this boysterous tide , That easily might their liuelihoode deuoure , Had she not those that skilfully could guide , She from suspition craftily retires , Carelesse in shew , of what she most desires . 35 Dissembling griefe , as one that knew not ill ; So can she rule the greatnes of her mind , As a most perfect Rectoresse of her will , Aboue the vsuall weakenes of her kind ; For all this storme immooueable and still , Her secret drift the wisest misse to find ; Nor will she know what ( yet ) these factions meant , With a pleasd eie to sooth sad Discontent . 36 The least suspition cunningly to heale , Still in her lookes humilitie she beares , The safest way with mightinesse to deale , So Policie Religions habite weares ; T is now no time her greeuance to reueale , Hee 's mad which takes a Lyon by the eares , This knew the Queene , exampled by the wise , This must they learne that rightly temporize . 37 The learnedst Bishop Torleton in the land , Vpon a text of Politickes to preach , Which he long studying , well did vnderstand , And by a methode could as aptly teach , That was a Prelate of a potent hand , Wise were the man could goe beyond his reach : This subtile Tutor Isabell had taught , In nicer poynts than euer Edward sought . 38 Rage which no limits longer can containe , Lastly breakes foorth into a publique flame , Then slipp'd occasion better to regaine , When to their purpose things sofitly frame , And now discerned visibly and plaine , When treason boldly dare it selfe proclaime , Casting aside all secular disguise , Leading prowd legions furiously to rise . 39 As Severne lately in her ebbes that sanke , Vast and forsaken leaues th' vncouered sands , Fetching full tides , luxurious , hie , and ranke , Seemes in her pride t' inuade the neighbouring lands , Breaking her limits , couering all the banks , Threatning the prowde hilles with her watry handes , As though she meant her Empery to haue , Where euen but lately she beheld her graue . 40 Through all the land , from places farre and neere , Led to the field as Fortune lots their side , ( With th' auntient weapons vsde in warre to beare ) As those directed whom they chose their guide , Or else perhaps as they affected were , Or as by friendship , or by duetie tide , Swayde by the strength and motion of their blood , No cause examin'd , be it bad or good . 41 From Norfolke , and the countries of the East , That with the long pyke best could mannage fight , The men of Kent vnconquer'd of the rest , That to this day maintaine their ancient right , And for their strength that we account the best , The Cornishmen , most actiue , bold , and light , Those neere the plaine that gleaue and polax weeld , And claime for due vaward of the field . 42 The noble Britton sprung of Illyon race , From Lancashiere most famous for their bowes , With those of Cheshiere , chiefest for their place , Men of such bone , as onely made for blowes , That for their faith are had in speciall grace , And as the guard vnto the Soueraigne goes ; Those of the North in feuds so deadly fell , That for their speare and horsemanship excell . 43 For euery vse experience could espy Such as in Fens and Marsh-lands vse to trade , The doubtfull foards and passages to try , With stilts and loapstaues that do aptliest wade , And fit'st for scowts and Currers to discry , Those from the Mines with pickaxe , and with spade , For Pyoners best , that for intrenching are , Men chiefly needefull in the vse of war . 44 O noble Nation furnished with Armes , So full of spirit , so eminent alone , Had heauen but blest thee to foresee these harmes , And as thy valiant Nephewes to haue gone , Paris , ●oan , Orleance shaking with alarmes , As the bright Sunne thy glorie then had shone ; To other Realmes thou hadst transferd this chance , Nor had your sons been first that conquerd France . 45 And thus on all hands making for their rest , And now set forward for this mightie day , Where euery one prepares to do his best , When in successe their liues and fortunes lay ; No crosse euent their purposes to wrest , Where now they stand in so direct a way ; And whilst they play this strange & doubtfull game , The Queene stands by , and onely giues the ayme . 46 When this braue Lord his foote had scarcely set Into the road where Fortune had to deale , But she disposd his forward course to let , Her lewd condition quickly doth reueale , Glory to her vaine deitie to get , By him , whose birth did beare her omenous seale , Winning occasion from this very hower , In him to proue and manifest her power . 47 As when we see the earely rising Sunne , With his faire beames to emulate our sight , And when his course but newly is begunne , The humorous fogges depriue his wished light , Till through the moist clouds his cleare forehead run , Climing the noonsted in his gorgeous height : His bright beginning fortune hindreth thus , To make the rest more rich , more glorious . 48 The King discreetely that considered , The space of earth whereon the Barrons stand , What were their powers to them contributed , Now being himselfe but partner of his land , And of the strength and army that heeded , Gainst them that doe so great a power command , In which t' was well he did so wisely looke , The taske was great that now he vndertooke . 49 And warn'd by danger to mis-doubt the worst , In equall scales whilst eithers fortune hung , Must now performe the vtmost that he durst , Or vndergoe the burden of his wrong ; As good to stirre , as after be inforst To stop the head whence many euills sprung : Now with the marchers thinkes it best beginne , Which first must loose , ere he could hope to winne . 50 The Mortimers being men of greatest might , Whose name was dreadfull , and commanded far , Sturdie to manage , of a haughtie spright , Strongly aly'd much followed , popular , On whom if thus he happily could light , He hopes more easly to conclude this war ; Which he intendeth speedily to try , To quit that first , which most stood in his eye . 51 For which he expeditiously prouided That part of land into his power to get , Which if made good , might keepe them still diuided , Their combination cunningly to let , Who being couioyn'd , would be too strongly sided , Two , so great strengths together safely met , The face of warre would looke so sterne and great , As well might threat to heaue him from his seate . 52 Wherefore from London strongly setting forth , With a faire Army furnish'd of the best , Accompany'd with frends of greatest worth , With whom there 's many a gallant spirit is prest ; Great Lancaster , the Lord of all the North , The Mortimers are Maisters of the West , Hee towards mid England makes , the way twixt either , Which they must crosse , ere they could com together . 53 And thus inueagled with delightfull hope , Stowtly to front and shoulder with debate , Knowing to meete with a resolued troupe That came prepar'd with courage , and with hate , Whose stubborne Crests if he inforc'd to stoope , He now must tempt some great and powrefull fate ; And through sterne guards of swords & i●efull flame , Make way to peace , and propagate his name . 54 When now the Marchers well vpon their way , ( Expecting such should promis'd succour bring Which all this while abus'd them by delay ) Are suddainely encountred by a King , And now perceiue their dilatory stay To be the causer of their ruining , How neere their bosoms blacke destruction stood , With open iawes prepared for their blood . 55 And by the shifting of inconstant wind , Seeing what weather they were like to meet , Which ( euen ) at first so aukwardly they find Ere they could yet giue sea-roomth to their fleet , Cleane from their course , and cast so far behind , And yet in perrill euery howre to split , Some vnknowne harbor suddainely must sound , Or runne their fortunes desprately on ground . 56 The elder peere , graue , politique , and wise , Which had all dangers absolutely scand , Finding high time his Nephew to aduise , Since now their state stood on this desperate hand , And from this mischiefe many more to rise , With long experience learn'd to vnderstand : Nephew ( saith he ) t' is longer vaine to striue , Counsell best serues our safetie to contriue . 57 The downe-right perill present in our eye Not to be shund , what certaine end t'assures ; The next , the weight that on our fall doth lie , And what our life to our designe procures , Each hope , and doubt that doth arise thereby , Prouing with iudgement how the same endures : For who obserues strict pollicies true lawes , Shifts his proceeding to the varying cause . 58 To hazard fight with the Emperiall powers , May our small troupes vndoubtedly appall , A desperate end vs willingly deuours ; Yeelding our selues , by this wee loose not all , We leaue our friends this litttle force of ours , Reseru'd for them , though haplesly we fall ; That shew of weaknes hath a glorious hand , That falls it selfe , to make the cause to stand . 59 Twixt inexpected and so dangerous ills , That 's best wherein we smallest perrill see , A course that reason necessary wills , And that doth most with pollicie agree , The idle vulgar breath it nothing skils , T' is sound discretion must our Pylot be , He that doth still the fayrest meane preferre , Answers opinion how so ere he erre . 60 And to the worl●●s eye seeming yet so strong , By our discending willingly from thence , May vrge the shew of our opposed wrong Rather b'inforcement then fore-thought pretence , Leauing th' aduantage doth to vs belong , May qualifie the nature of th' offence , Men are not alwayes incident to losse , When Fortune seemes their forward cause to crosse . 61 Nor giue we enuie absolute accesse , To lay our fall vpon thy forward mind , Ther 's neerer meanes this mischiefe to redresse , And make succesfull what is yet behinde , Nor of our hope vs wholy dispossesse , Fortune is euer variously inclind , And a small vantage to the course of Kings , Guides a slight meanes to compasse mighty things . 62 Which speech so caught his Nephews pliant youth , Fastning vpon a dutiful respect , Which he with such celeritie pursu'th , ( Well could he counsell , well could he direct ) Proceeding from integritie and truth , And working with such prosperous effect , Shewes wisemens counsels , by a powerfull fate , ( Seeming from reason ) yet proue fortunate . 63 To which they awfull Maiestie inuite By the most due and ceremonious way , With circumstance , and each conditi'nall rite Might winne respect vnto this new essay , Or might opinion any way excite , To which the King doth willingly obay ; Who as themselues in finding danger neere , Rather accepts doubt , then a certaine feare . 64 Which he receaues in presage of his good , To his successe auspiciously apply'd , which cooles the heat of his distemperd blood , Before their force in doubtfull Armes was try'd , In his protection when they onely stood , At his disposing wholy to abide , whereon in safety he dismist their power , Sends them away as prisoners to the Tower . 65 O all-preparing prouidence Diuine , In thy large Booke what secrets are enrold ? What sundry helps doth thy great powre assigne , To stay the course thou stedfastly doost hold ? What mortall sence is able to define Thy mysteries , thy counsells manifold ; By these digressions strangely that extends Thy obscure proceedings to aparent ends ? 66 This was the meane , by which the Fates dispose More threatned plagues vpon that age to bring , Vtter confusion on the heads of those That were before the Barrons ruining , With the subuersion of so many foes , The murther of the miserable King ; And that which came as Epilogue to all , Lastly , his fearefull , and so violent fall . 67 Which to their hope giues time for further breath , As the first pawse in this their great affaire , That yet awhile deferr'd this threatning death , Trusting this breach by leysure to repaire , And heere a while this furie limetteth : Whilst in this manner things so strangely fare , Horror beyond the wonted bounds doth swell , As the next Canto dreadfully shal tell . The end of the first Canto .
❧ The second Booke of the Barrons warres . The Argument . At Burton-bridge the puissant armies me● , The forme and order of the doubtfull fight , Whereas the King the victory doth get , And the prowd Barrons lastly forcde to flight ; How they againe towardes Burrough forward set , Where then the Lords are vanquished outright , Lastly , the lawes doe execute their power , On those the sword before did not deuoure . 1 THis chance of warre , that dreadfully had swept So large a share from their full-reckned might , Which their prowd hopes so carefully had kept Whilst yet their state stoode equally vpright , That could at first so closely intercept , That should haue seru'd them for a glorious fight , Musters supplies of footemen , and of horse , To giue a new strength to their ruinde force . 2 Th' inueterate griefe so deepe and firmely rooted , Yet slightly curde by this short strengthelesse peace ; To assay t'remoue , since it but vainely booted , That did with each distemprature increase , And being by euery offerd cause promooted , Th' effect too firmely setled to surcease : When each euasion sunday passions brought , Strange formes of feare in euery troubled thought . 3 And put in action for this publique cause , Whilst euery one a party firmely stoode , Taxt by the letter of the censuring lawes , In the sharpe tainder of his honoured blood ; And he that s free'st , entangled by some clause , Which to this mischiefe giues continuall food ; For where confusion gets so strongly hold , Till all consumde , can hardly be controlde . 4 Where now by night , euen when pale leaden sleepe , Vpon their eie-lids heauily did dwell , And , step by step , on euery sence did creepe , Mischiefe ( that blacke inhabitant of hell ) Which neuer failes continuall watch to keepe , Fearefull to thinke , a horred thing to tell , Entred the place where now these warlike Lordes Lay maild in armour , girt with irefull swords . 5 Mischiefe with sharpe sight , and a meager looke , And alwaies prying where she may do ill , In which the fiend continuall pleasure tooke , Her starued body Plenty could not fill , Searching in euery corner , euery nooke , With winged feete , too swift to worke her will ; Hung full of deadly instruments she went , Of euery sort to hurt where ere she meant , 6 And with a viall fild with banefull wrath , Brought from Cocytus by this cursed spright , Which in her blacke hand readily she hath , And drops the poison vpon euery wight ; For to each one she knew the readie path : Now in the midst and dead-time of the night , Whose enuious force inuadeth euery Peere , Striking with furie , and impulsiue feare . 7 The weeping morning breaking in the East , When with a troubled and affrighted mind , Each whom this venom lately did infest , The strong effect soone inwardly do find ; And lately troubled by vnquiet rest , To sad destruction euery one inclind ; Rumours of spoile through euery eare doth flye , And fury sits in eu'ry threatning eye . 8 This doone , in haste vnto King Edward hies , Which now growne proude vpon his faire successe , The time in feasts and wantonnesse implies With crowned cups his sorrowes to redresse , That on his fortune wholy now relies , And in the bosome of his Courtly presse Vaunting the glory of this late wonne day , Whilst the sick Land with sorrow pines away . 9 Thether she comes , and in a Minions shape Shee creepeth neere the person of the King , Warm'd with the verdure of the swelling grape , In which , she poyson secretly doth wring , Not the least drop vntaynted doth escape , To which intent she all her store did bring , Whose rich commixtu●e making it more strong , Fills his hote veines with arrogance and wrong . 10 And hauing both such courage , and such might As to so great a businesse did belong , Neuer considering their pretended right Should be inducement to a trebled wrong , When misty error so deludes their sight , Which still betwixt them , and cleere reason hong ; By which opinion falsly was abusde , As left all out of order , all confusde . 11 Now our Minerua tells of dreadfull Armes , Inforc'd to sing of worse then ciuill warres , Of Ambuscades , stratagems , alarmes , Vnkind discentions , fearfull massacars , Of gloomy magiques , and benumming charmes , Fresh-bleeding wounds , and neuer-healed skarrs , And for the sock wherein she vsde to tread , Marching in greaues , a helmet on her head . 12 Whilst hate , and griefe , their weakned sence delude , The Barrons draw their forces to a head , ( Whome Edward spur'd with vengeance still pursude ) By Lancaster , and noble Herford led , This long proceeding lastly to conclude ; Whilst now to meet , both Armies freshly sped To Burton , both incamping for the day , With expectation for a glorious pray . 13 Vpon the East , from Needwoods bushy side , There riseth vp an easie clyming hill , At whose faire foote the siluer Trent doth glide , With a deep murmure permanent and still , With liberall stor● of many Brooks supplide , Th'●n●atiate Meades continually doe fill , Vpon whose streame , a bridge of wondrous strength Doth stretch it selfe in forty arches length . 14 Vppon this Mount the Kings pauillion fixt , And in the towne , the foe intrench'd in sight , When now the flood is risen so betwixt , That yet a while prolong'd th' unturall fight , With tributarie waters intermixt , To stay the furie dooing all it might , Things which presage both good and ill there bee , Which heauen fore-shewes , but mortals cannot see . 15 The heauen euen mourning o're our heads doth sit , As greeu'd to see the time so out of course , Looking on them who neuer looke at it , And in meere pittie melting with remorce , Longer from teares that cannot stay a whit , Whose confluence on euery lower sourse , From the swolne fluxure of the clowdes doth shake A ranke Impostume vpon euery lake . 16 O warlike Nation ! hold thy conquering hand , Euen sencelesse things admonish thee to pawse , That Mother soyle on whom thou yet doost stand , That would restraine thee by all naturall lawes . Canst thou ( vnkinde ) inuiolate that band , When even the earth is angry with the cause ? Yet stay thy foote in mischiefes vglie gate , Ill comes too soone , repentance still too late . 17 And can the clowdes weepe ouer thy decay , And not one drop fall from thy droughtie eyes ? See'st thou the snare , and wilt not shun the way , Nor yet be warn'd by passed miseries ? T' is yet but early in this fatall day ; Let late experience learne thee to be wise , Mischiefe foreseene , may easly be preuented , But hap'd , vnhelp'd , though nere enough lamented . 18 Cannot the Scot of your late slaughter boast ? And are you yet scarce healed of the sore ? I's t not enough you haue alreadie lost , But your owne madnesse needsly make it more ? Will you seeke safety in a forraine Coast ? Your wiues and children pittied you before ; But when your own blood your own swords imbrue , Who pitties them which once did pittie you ? 19 The neighbouring groues dispoiled of their trees , For boates , and timber to assay this flood , Where men are laboring as the Summer bee , Some hollowing truncks , som binding heaps of wood , Some on their breasts , some working on their knees , To winne the bancke whereon the Barrons stood , Which o're this current they by strength must tew , To shed that blood that many ages rew . 20 Some sharpen swords , some on their Murrians set The Greaues , and pouldrons others riuet fast , The archers now their bearded arrowes whet , Whilst euery where the clamerous Drums are bra'st , Some taking view where surest ground to get , And euery one advantage doth fore-cast ; In ranks and fyles each plaine and meadow swarmes , As though the land were clad in angry Armes . 21 The crests and honours of the English name , Against their owne opposed rudely stand , As angry with th' atchieuements whence they came , That to their vertues gaue the generous brand ; O you vnworthy of your ancient fame , Against your selues to lift your conqu'ring hand ! Since forraine swords your height could not abate , By your owne powre your selues to ruinate . 22 Vpon his surcoate valiant Neuell bore A siluer saltoyre grac'd on martiall red ; A Ladies sleeue hie-spirited Hastings wore , Ferrer his Taberd with rich verry spred , Wel knowne in many a warlike match before ; A Rauen sate on Corbets warlike head , Cou'ring his Helmet ; Culpepper inrayld , On maiden Armes , a bloodie bend engrayld , 23 The noble Percy in this furious day , With a bright Cressant in his guide-home came , In his faire Cornet Verdoon dooth display A Geuly fret , priz'd in this mortall game That had beene taskt in many a doubtfull fray , His launces pennons stained with the same ; The angry horse chafde with the stubborne bit , The ruinous earth with rage and horror smit . 24 I could the summe of Staffords arming show , What colours Courtney , Rosse and Warren holde , Each sundry blazon I could let you know , And all the glorious circumstance haue tolde , What all the Ensignes standing in arow , But wailing in a Muse , ( ah me ) thou arte controlde , When in remembrance of this horred deede , My pen for inke euen drops of blood doth sheede . 25 Th' imperiall standard in this place is pitcht , With all the hatchments of the English crowne , Great Lancaster with all his power enricht , Sets the same Leopards in his Colours downe ; O if with furie you be not bewitcht , Haue but remembrance , on your selfe you frowne , A little note , or difference is in all , How can the same stand , when the same dooth fall ? 26 Behold the Eagles , Lyons , Talbots , Beares , The badges of your famous ancestries , And shall they now by their inglorious heires , Stand thus oppos'd against their families ? More honoured markes no Christian nation weares , Reliques vnworthie of their progenies ; Those beasts you beare , do in their kindes agree . O that than beasts more sauage men should bee ! 27 But whilst the king no course concluded yet , In his directions variably doth houer , See how misfortunes still her time can fit , Such as were sent the Country to discouer ; As vp and downe , from place to place they flit , Had found a foord to land their forces ouer : Ill newes hath wings , and with the winde doth goe , Comfort 's a Cripple , and comes euer slow . 28 When Edward fearing Lancasters supplies , Prowd Richmond , Surry and great Penbrooke sent , On whose successe his chiefest hope relies ; Vnder whose conduct halfe his Army went , The neerest way , conducted by thespies ; And he himselfe , and Edmond Earle of Kent , Vpon the hill , in sight of Burton lay , Watching to take aduantage of the day . 29 Stay , Surry stay , thou mai'st too soone be gone , Pawse till this rage be somewhat ouer past , Why runn'st thou thus to thy destruction ? Richmond and Penbrooke , whither doe you haste ? You labour still to bring more horror on ; Neuer seeke sorrow , for it comes too fast : Why do you striue to passe this fatall flood , To fetch new wounds , and shed your natiue blood ? 30 Great Lancaster , sheath vp thy angry sword , On Edwards armes whose edge thou shouldst not whet , Thy naturall kinsman , and thy soueraigne Lord ; Are you not one , both true Plantaginet ? Call but to mind thy once-engaged word , Canst thou thy oath to Longshankes thus forget ? Consider well , before all other things Our vowes be kept we make to Gods and Kings . 31 The windes are hush'd no little breath doth blow , Which seemes so still as though it listning stood , With trampling crouds the verie earth doth bow , And through the smoke the sunne appeares like blood ; What with the shout , and with the dreadfull show , The heirds and flockes runne bellowing to the wood . When drums and trumpets giue the fearfull sound , As they would shake the clowds vnto the ground . 32 The Earles then charging with their power of horse , Taking a signall when they should beginne , Being in view of the imperiall force , Which at the time assay'd the bridge to winne ; That now the Barrons change th' intended course , T' auoide the danger they were lately in ; Which on the suddaine had they not fore-cast , Of their blacke day this howre had beene the last . 33 When from the hill the Kings maine power comes downe , Which had Aquarius to their valiant guide , Braue Lancaster and Herford from the towne Now issue forth vpon the other side , Peere against peere , the crowne against the crowne , The one assailes , the other munifide , Englands red crosse vpon both sides doth flie , Saint George the king , S. George the Barrons crie . 34 Like as an exhalation hote and dry , Amongst the ayre-bred moistie vapors throwne , Spetteth his lightning forth outragiously , Rending the grosse clowdes with the thunder-stone , Whose fierie splinters through the thin ayre flie , That with the terror heauen and earth doth grone ; With the like clamor and confused woe , To the dread shocke these desp'rate Armies goe . 35 Now might you see the famous English Bowes So fortunate in times we did subdue , Shoote their sharpe arrowes in the face of those which many a time victoriously them drew , Shunning their aime , as troubled in the loose ; The winged weapons mourning as they slew . Cleaue to the string , ( now in potent and slacke ) As to the Archers they would faine turne backe . 36 Behold theremnant of Troyes auntient stocke , Laying on blowes , as Smiths on Anuils strike , Grapling together in this fearefull shocke , whereas the like incountreth with the like , As firme and ruthlesse as th' obdurate Rocke , Deadly opposed at the push of pike ; Still as the wings , or battels brought together , when Fortune yet giues vantage vnto neither . 37 From battred caskes with euery enuious blow , The scattred plumes flie loosly heere and there , which in the ayre dooth seeme as drifts of snow , which euery light breath on his wings dooth beare , As they had sence and feeling of our woe ; And thus affrighted with the present feare , Now backe , now forward such strange windings make , As though vncertaine which way they should take . 38 Slaughter runnes wildely through th' afflicted hoste Whilst yet the battaile strongly dooth abide , That in this strange distemprature is lost , Where hellish fury sensibly doth guide , Neuer suffisde , where tyrannizing most , That now their woundes ( with mouthes euen opend wide , ) Lastly inforcde to call for present death , That wants but tongues , your swords do give them breath . 39 Heere lies a heape halfe slaine , and halfly drownd , Gasping for breath among the watry segs , And there a sort falne in a deadly swownd , Troade with the presse into the muddy dregs , Other lie bleeding on the firmer ground , Hurt in the bodies , maimde of armes and legs , One kills a foe , his braine another cuts ; Ones feete intangled in anothers guts . 40 One his assayling enemie beguiles , As from the bridge hee happily dooth fall , Crusht with his weight vpon the forced piles , Some in their gore vpon the pauement spraule , That euery place so loathsomely defiles , The careasses lie heaped like a wall , Such hideous shreekes yet stil the souldiers breathe , As though the spirits had howled from beneathe . 41 The faction still defying Edwards might , Edmond of Woodstocke with the men of Kent , Charging afresh , reuiues the doubtfull fight , Vpon the Barrons languishing and spent , New preparation for a tragicke fight ; when they againe supplies immediate sent A second battaile prowdly to beginne ; The noblest spirits but newly entred in . 42 As at Troyes sacke , faire Thetis godlike sunne , Couragious Talbot with his shield him bare , Clifford and Mowbray brauely following on , Awdley and Gifford thronging for a share ; These seconding , the former being gone , Elmsbridge and Baldsmere in the thickest are , Pell mell together flie this furious powre , when they perceiue that death will all deuoure . 43 Mountfort and Teis , your woorth I faine would speake , But that your valu●e dooth so ill deserue , And Denuile heere from thee perforce must breake , And from thy praises Willington must swerue , Your deeds permit not I your wrongs should wreake , Prowd Damory , heere must thy glorie starue : Concealing many most deseruing blame , Because your actions quench my sacred flame . 44 O had you fashion'd your great deedes by them , Who sommond Acon with an English drumme , Or marcht before that faire Ierusalem , With the vnited powres of Christendome , Eternall then had beene your Diadem , And with Christs warriors slept about his toombe : Then ages had immortalizde your name , Where now my song can be but of your shame . 45 O age inglorious , armes vntimely borne , When now this prooued and victorious shield Must in this ciuill massacre be torne , Which bare the markes of many a bloody field ; And lastly , in their ouerthrowne forlorne , When now to flight the Barrons basely yeeld , That since that time the stones for very dreed , Against foule storms smal drops of moisture sheed . 46 When now those wretched and vnstedfast frends , Which all this while stoode doubtfully to pawse , When they perceiue what desteny intends , And his successe dooth iustifie his cause , Their faintnesse now more comfort apprehends , For victory both feare and friendship drawes , T' an open smile , conuert a couered frowne , All lend their hands to hew the conquered downe . 47 That part of power th' emperiall seemde to lacke , whilst yet the aduerse bare an vpright face , when now constraind to giue a recreant backe , Quickely returnes to prosecute the chase , where now the Barrons wholy goe to wracke , In the iust trial of so neere a case ; Inforede to prooue the fortune of the coast , When they perceine the glorious goale is lost . 48 And to the fortunes of the conqu'ring King , Which well confirmde his long and tendred hope , His faire successe still more incouraging , which now had gote so large and ample scope , The Earle of Carlell happily dooth bring His light-armde bands the valiant Northerne troope , Armed too lately , and with too much speed , To doe most harme , euen when we least had need . 49 When now the Barrons making out their way , Through partes for safety , and aduantage knowne , Keeping their force still bodied as they may , Into the depth of this misfortune throwne ; And in pursuite , deuising day by day T' offend th' assailant , and defend their owne , In their last hope the vtmost to endure , To deferre th' effect , although the end were sure . 50 And whilst their fortune suting sadly thus , To Burrough-bridge conducted by their fate , Bridges to Barrons euer ominous , And to this place their fall preordinate , That ministring such cause of griefe to vs , By the remembrance of their passed state ; The very soile by deepe impression yit , Euen to this day doth still remember it . 51 New courage now , new fights , new battells rangde , New breath ( but what might make destruction new ) They change the ground , but yet their fate vnchangde , Which too directly doth their course pursue , Nor from their former misery estrangde , Their strength decayes , their dangers daily grew , To shorten that which whilst it did depend , Gaue a long breathing to a fearefull end . 52 Like to a heird of weary heartlesse deere , whom hote-sporrde huntsmen seriously doe chase , In brakes and bushes falling heere and there , Proouing each couert , euery secret place , Yet by the hounds recouered euery where , with eager yearning in the sented trace ; Hem'd on each side with hornes rechating blast , Headlong themselues into the toyles doe cast . 53 Ensigne beards ensign , sword genst sword doth shake , Wing against wing , and ranke doth ranke oppose , In , on each other furiously they brake , And death in earnest to his bus'nesse goes , A generall hauocke as disposde to make , And with destruction dooth them all inclose , Dealing it selfe impartially to all , Friend by his friend , and foe by foe doth fall . 54 This parte of life which yet they did respire , In spite of Fortune , as they stood preparde , With courage chargde , with comelinesse retire , Make good their ground , & then relieue their guarde , Withstand the entrer , then pursue the flier , New forme their battell , shifting euery warde , As your hie courage ; but were your quarrell good , O noble spirits , how deare had bin your blood ? 55 The Northerne bands th' ambitious Herckley led On the weake Barrons mangled so before , That now towards Burrough make a puissant head , Incouraging th' emperiall power the more ; O day so fatall , and so full of dread , When ere shall time thy ruinous waste restore , Which to amend although thou shalt perseuer , Thou still maist promise , but performe it neuer . 56 Pale death beyond all wonted bounds doth swell , Caruing prowd flesh in cantells now at large , As leaues in Autumne , so the bodies fell Vnder rough steele at euery boystrous charge , O what sad pen can the destruction tell , Where scalps lay beaten as the battred targe ; And euery one he claimeth as his right , That not prouides t' escape away by flight . 57 Those ensignes erst , that in the glittring field With their curld foreheads threat th' ambitious foe , Like wetherd foule the drowping pinions yeeld , Stouping their prowde heads to the dust below , There sits a helmet , and there lies a shield , O ill did fate these noble Armes bestow , Which as a quarry on the soilde earth lay , Seizde on by conquest as a glorious pray . 58 Heere noble Bohune that braue , issued peere , Herford so hie in euery gracious heart , Vnto his country so receiude , and deere , Wounded by treason in the lower part . ( As o're the bridge his men returning were ) Through those ill-ioynd planckes by an enuious dart : But Lancaster , whose lot not yet to die , Taken , reseru'd to greater infamie . 59 O subiect for some sadder Muse to sing , Of fiue great Earledomes happily possest , Of the direct line of the English king , with fauours friends , and earthly honours blest , If so that all these happinesse could bring , Or could endow assurednes of rest ; But what estate stands free from fortunes powre ? The Fates haue guidance of our time and howre . 60 Some few themselues in sanctuaries hide , In mercie of that priuiledged place , Yet are their bodies so vnsanctifide , As scarce their soules can euer hope for grace ; Whereas they still in want and feare abide , A poore dead life this draweth out a space , Hate stands without , and horror sits within , Prolonging shame , but pard'ning not their sinne . 61 Here is not death contented with the dead , As though of some thing carelesly denide , Till which might firmely be accomplished His vtmost fully were not specifide , That all exactly might be perfected A further torment vengeanec dooth prouide , That dead men should in misery remaine , To make the liuing die with greater paine . 62 You soueraine Citties of th' afflicted I le , In Cipresse wreathes , and widowed attire , Prepare yee now to build the funerall pile ; Lay your pale hands vnto this latest fire , All mirth and comfort from your streetes exile , Till you be purgde of this infectious ire , The noblest blood yet liuing to be shed , That euer dropt from your rebellious dead . 63 When this braue Lord great Lancaster , who late This pu●ssant force had now thus long retainde , As the first Agent in this strange debate At fatall Pomfret for those facts arraignde ; 〈◊〉 whom of all things they articulate , To whom these factions chiefly appertainde : Whose proofes apparant so directly sped , As from his body reft a reuerent head . 64 Yet Lancaster , it is not thy deere breath Can ransome backe the safety of the Crowne , Nor make a league of so great powre with death , To warrant what is rightfully our owne , But they must pay the forfait of their faith , Which sondly broke with their ambition , when now reuenge vnto the vtmost rackt , The Agents iustly suffer with the act . 65 Euen in that place where he had lately led , As this darke path vnto the rest to show , It was not long ere many followed , In the same steps that he before did goe ; London , thy freedom is prohibited , The first in place ( O would the first in woe ) Others in blood did not excell thee farre , That now deuoure the remnant of this warre . 66 O parents ruthfull , and hart-renting sight , To see that sonne thy tender bosome fed , A mothers ioy , a fathers sole delight , That with much cost , yet with more care was bred ; A spectacle euen able to affright Th' most sencelesse thing , and terrifie the dead ; His blood so deere vpon the cold earth powr'd , His quarter'd coarse of birds and beasts deuour'd . 67 But t' is not you that heere complaine alone , Or to your selues this fearefull portion share , Heere 's choice , and strange variety of moane , Poore childrens teares with widdowes mixed are ; Many a friends sigh , many a maidens grone , So innocent , so simply , pure , and rare ; As though euen Nature that long silent kept , Burst out in plaints , and bitterly had wept . 68 O wretched age , had not these things beene done , I had not now in these more calmer times Into the search of former troubles runne ; Nor had my virgine impolluted rimes , Altred the course wherein they first begunne , To sing these bloodie and vnnaturall crimes , My layes had still beene to Ideas bowre , Of my deere Ankor , or her loued Stoure . 69 Or for our subiect your faire worth to chuse , Your birth , your vertue , and your hie respects , That gently daine to patronize our Muse , Who our free soule ingeniously elects To publish your deserts , and all your dues Maugre the Momists , and Satyricke sects , Whilst my great verse eternally is sung , You still may liue with me in spight of wrong . 70 But greater things reserued are in store , Vnto this taske my armed Muse to keepe , Still offering me occasion as before , Matter whereof my tragicke verse may weepe ; And as a vessell being neere the shore , By aduerse windes enforced to the deepe , Am driuen backe from whence I came of late , Vnto the bus'nes of a troubled state . The end of the second Canto .
❧ The third Booke of the Barrons warres . The Argument . By asleepie potion that the Queene ordaines , Lord Mortimen escapes out of the Tower , And by false slights , and many subtile traines , Shee gets to France to raise aforraigne power ; The French King leaues his sister ; neede constraines The Queene to Henault in a happie hower : Edward her sonne to Philip is affide , And for inuasion presently prouide . 1 SCarce had these passed miseries their ends , When other troubles instantly begunne , As ( still ) new matter mischiefe apprehends , By things that inconsid'rately were done ; And further yet this insolence extends , Whilst all not yeelded that the sword had wonne ; For some there were that secretly did lie , That to this bus'nes had a watchfull eye . 2 Whenas the King ( whilst things thus fairely went ) Who by this happy victory grew strong , Sommons at Yorke a present Parlement , To plant his right , and helpe the Spensers wrong , By which he thinkes t' establish his intent , Whence ( more & more ) his Minions greatnes sprong , Whose counsells still in all proceedings crossde Th' inraged Queene , whom all misfortunes tossde . 3 When now the eldst , a man extreamely hated , Whom yet the King not aptly could preferre , The edge of their sharpe insolence abated , This Parlement makes Earle of Winchester , Where Herckley Earle of Carlell is created , And Baldocke likewise is made Chancellor , On whom the king had for his purpose wrought , A man as subtile , so corrupt , and nought . 4 When now mishaps that seldome come alone , Thicke in the necks of one an other fell , The Scot pretends a new inuasion , And France doth thence our vse-full powre expell , Treasons suspected to attend his throne , The grieued Commons euery day rebell , Mischiefe on mischiefe , curse doth follow curse , One ill scarce past , when after comes a worse . 5 For Mortimer this winde yet fitly blew , Troubling their eyes which else perhaps might see , Whilst the wise Queene , who all aduantage knew , Is closly plotting his deliuery , ( Which now she dooth with all her powres pursue ) Aptly continu'd by her deepe policie , Against opinion , and the course of might , To worke her will , euen through the jawes of spite . 6 A sleepy drinke she secretly hath made , Whose operation had such wondrous powre , As with cold numnesse could the sense inuade , And mortifie the patient by an houre , The lifelesse coarse in such a slumber laide , As though pale death did wholy it deuoure : Nor for two dayes take benefite of eyes , By all meanes Arte or Physicke could deuise . 7 For which she Plantane and colde Lettice had , The water Lilly from the marrish ground , with the wanne Poppy , and the Night-shade sad , And the short mosse that on the trees is found , The poysning Henbane , and the Mandrake drad , With Cypresse flowers that with the rest are pownd ; The braine of Cranes like purposely she takes , Mixt with the blood of Dormise , and of Snakes . 8 Thus sits the great Enchauntresse in her Cell , Strongly engi●t with ceremonious charmes , Her cleansed body sensde with halowing smell , With vestall fire her potent liquor warmes , Hauing full heate , vnto her busnes fell , When her with Magicke instruments she armes : And from the herbs the powrefull verdure wrong , To make the medcine forcible and strong . 9 The sundry doubts that incident arise , Might be supposde her trembling hand to stay , If she considred of the enterprise , To thinke what perill in th' attempting lay , The secret lurking of deceitfull spies , That on her steps continually do pray : But when they leaue off vertue to esteeme , Those greatly erre which take them as they seeme . 10 Their plighted faith for liberty they leaue , Their loue is colde , their lust hote , hote their hate , With smiles and teares they serpent-like deceaue , In their desires they be insatiate , There 's no restraint their purpose can bereaue , Their will no bound , nor their reuenge no date , All feare exempt where they at ruine aime , Couering their sinne with their discouered shame . 11 The elder of the Mortimers this space , ( That many sundry miseries had past , ) So long restrainde within that healthlesse place , Redeemde by death , yet happily at last That much auailes the other in this case , And from this Lord that imposition cast : Which the deare safety of his vncles breath within the tower so strictly limiteth . 12 Put there was more did on his death depend , Than heauen was pleasde the foolish worlde shoulde know , And why the Fates thus hasted on his end , Thereby intending greater things to show ; Braue Lord , in vaine thy breath thou didst not spend , From thy corruption further matters grow , And some beginning fruitfully to spring , New formes of feare vpon the time to bring . 13 All things preparde in readinesse , and fit , The Queene attends her potions powre to proue , Their stedfast friends , their best assisting it , Their seruan●s seale their secrets vp in loue ; And he expresse his valure and his wit , Whome of the rest it chiefly doth behoue , Places resolu'd where guide and horses lay , And where the ship him safely to conuay . 14 As his large bounties liberally were heap't To all deseruing , or to those that heede , His solemne birth-dayes festiuall was kept At his free charge , all in the Tower to feede , which may suspition cleerely intercept , A strong assistant in so great a neede , When midd'st their cates , their furious thirst to quench , Mixing their wine with this approoued drench . 15 Which soone each sence , and eu'ry power doth seize , when he that knew the strength of euery warde , And to the purpose sorting all his keyes , His corded ladders readily preparde ; And lurking foorth by the most secret wayes Not now to learne his Compasse by the Carde , To winne the walles couragiously doth goe , which looke as scorning to be maistied so . 16 They soundly sleepe whilst his quicke spirites awake , Opposde to perill , and the stern'st extreames , Alcydes labours new to vndertake , Of walls , of gates , of watches , and of streames , Through which his passage he is now to make , And let them tell king Edward of their dreames : For ere they rose out of the brainsicke fraunce , He hopes to tell this noble jeast in Fraunce . 17 The sullen night hath her blacke curtaines spred , Lowring the day had tarried vp so long , Whose faire eyes closing softly steales to bed , When all the heauens with duskie clowdes are hung , And Cynthia now pluckes in her horned head , And to the West incontinently flung ; As she had long'd to certifie the sunne , What in his absence in her Court was done . 18 The glimmering lights , like Sentinels in warre , Behind the clowdes stand craftily to pry , And through false loope-holes looking from afarre , To see him skirmish with his desteny ; Not any fix'd , nor any wandring starre , As they had held a counsell in the skie ; And had before concluded with the night , It should not looke for any cheerefull sight . 19 In deadly silence all the shores are hush'd , Onely the Skreech-howle sounds to the assault , And Isis with a troubled murmure rush'd , As if consenting , and would hide the fault ; And as his foote the sand or grauell crush'd , A little whisp'ring mou'd within the vault , Made by the treading softly as he went , Which seem'd to say , it furthred his intent . 20 This wondrous Queene whom care yet restlesse kept , Now for his speede to heauen holds vp her hands , A thousand strange thoughts in her bosome heap't , As in her closet listning still she stands , That many a sigh spent , many a warme teare wept , And though diuided , as in sundry strands , Most absent , present in desires they bee , Our mindes discerne where eyes do cease to see . 21 The small clowdes issuing from his lips she saith , Labouring so fast , as he the ladder clame , Should purge the ayre of pestilence and death ; And as sometime that filch'd Promethian flame , Euen so the power and vertue of his breath , New creatures in the elements should frame ; And to what part of heauen it happ'd to stray , There should path out another milkie way . 22 Attainde the top , halfe spent a while to blow , Now round about he casts his longing eyes , The gentle earth salutes him from below , And couered with the comfortable skies , Viewing the way that he is now to goe , Cheer'd with the beames of Isabels faire eyes , Downe from the turret desperately doth slide , Night be successefull , fortune be his guide . 23 With his descent , her eye so still descends , As feare had fix'd it to fore-warne his fall , On whom her hope and fortune now depends , When suddaine feare her sences doth appall ; For present aide her god-like hand extends , Forgets herselfe , and speedie aide doth call ; Silent againe , if ought but good should hap , She begs of heauen his graue may be her lap . 24 Now she intreates the darke distempred ayre , Then by strong Magicks she coniures the wind , Then she inuokes the gloomie night by prayre , Then with her spells the mortall sence to bind ; And fearing much lest these yet frustrate are , Now by the burning tapers she diuin'd , Intreating Thames to giue a friendly passe , The deerest fraught ere on her bosome was . 25 The rushing murmure stills her like a song , But yet in feare the streame should fall in loue , Suspects the drops that on his tresses hung , And that the billowes for his beautie stroue , To this faire body that so closely clong , Which when in swimming with his breast he droue ; Palled with griefe she turnes away her face , Iealous that he the waters should embrace . 26 This angry Lyon hauing slipp'd his chaine , As in a feuer makes King Edward quake , Which knew ( too well ) ere he was caught againe , Deere was the blood must serue his thirst to stake , Many the labours had beene spent in vaine , And he inforc'd a longer course to take , Saw further vengeance hanging in the wind , That knew the pride and greatnes of his mind . 27 The faction working in this lingring jarr● , How for the Scot free passage might be made , To lay the ground of a succesfull warre , That hope might breede fresh courage to inuade ; And whilst our safetie standeth out so farre , More dangerous proiects eu'ry where are layd ; That some in hand home troubles to enure , Others in France do forraigne broiles procure . 28 By these discentions that were lately sowne , Inciting Charles to open Armes againe , Who seazing Guyne , pretended as his owne , That Edward should vnlawfully detaine , Proceeds to make a further title knowne . T' our Lands in Pontieu , and in Aquitaine , When wanted homage hath desolu'd the truce , Waking his wrongs by Isabels abuse . 29 This plot concluded that was long in hand , ( Which to this issue prosperously had thriu'd ) The Base whereon a mightie frame must stand , With mickle Art , yet with more fcare cont●iu'd ; So strongly builded by this factious band , As from the same their safetie is deriu'd , Till their full-rooted and inueterate hate , Getting more strength might deepely penetrate . 30 When choise of such to sway this French affaire , Which as a sharpelesse and vnweldie masse , Might well imploy the strength of all their care ; So hard and perlous to be brought to passe , Which it behooues them quickly to prepare , That being now so setled as it was , Craues a graue spirit , whose eminence and powre , Might like a stiffe gale checke this threatning showre . 31 This must a Session seriously debate , That depth of iudgement crau'd to be discust , That so concernes the safetie of the state , And in a case so plausible and iust , As might haue quench'd all sparckes of former hate , 〈◊〉 〈…〉 ight be thought euen pollicie might trust , Could enuy master her distracted will , Or apprehend sacietie in ill . 32 Tarleton , whose tongue mens eares in chaines could tie , And as a fearefull thunder-bolt could pierce , In which there more authoritie did lie , Then in the Sybils sage propheticke verse , Whose sentence was so absolute and hie , As had the power a iudgement to reuerse ; On the Queenes part with all his might doth stand , To lay this charge on her well-guiding hand . 33 What helpes her presence to the cause might bring , Being a wife , a sister , and a mother , And in so great and pertinent a thing , To right her lonne , her husband , and her brother , Her gratious helpe to all distributing , To take of her what they should holde of other ; Which colour serues t' effect in these extreames , That which ( God knowes ) King Edward neuer dreames . 34 Torleten , is this thy spirituall pretence ? Would God thy thoughts were more spirituall , Or lesse perswasiue were thy eloquence . But O! thy actions are too temporall ; Opinion lends too great preheminence , Thy reasons subtile , and sophisticall ; Would all were true thy supposition saith , Thy arguments lesse force , or thou more faith . 35 These suddaine broiles that were begun of late , Still kept in motion by their secret sleight , By false suggestions so interminate ; That as a ballast of some solide weight , Betwixt these aduerse currents of debate , Kept their proceeding in a course so streight , As lends the Queene an ampler colour still , By generall meanes to worke a generall ill . 36 She which thus fitly found both wind and tyde , And sees her leisure serue , the howre so neare , All her endeuours mutually apply'd , Whilst for her purpose things so fitly were , And thus aduantage quickly had espy'd , As one whose fortunes taught the worst to feare , Seeing the times so variously inclinde , And eu'ry toy soone altring Edwards minde . 37 Her followers such as friendlesse else had stood , Suncke , and deiected by the Spensers pride , Who bare the brands of treason in their blood , Which but with blood there was no way to hide ; Whose meane was weake , whose will was but too good , Which to effect did but the howre abide , And knew all meanes that mischiefe could inuent , That any way might further her intent . 38 Whilst Mortimer which now so long hath laine From our iust course , by fortune lately crosst , In Fraunce now strugling how he might regaine That which before he had in England lost , All present meanes doth gladly entertaine , No jote dismaide in all these tempests tosst : Nor his great minde can thus be ouerthrowne , All men his friends , all countries are his owne . 39 And Muse , transported by thy former zeale , Led in our progresse where his fortune lies , To thy faire ayde I seriously appeale , To sing this great man his magnanimous guise , The auntient Heroes vnto me reueale , whose worths may raise our nobler faculties , That in my verse , transparent , nete , and cleere , His character more liuely may appeere . 40 Such one he was , of him we boldely say , In whose rich soule all soueraigne powres did sute , In whome in peace th' elements all lay So mixt , as none could soueraignty impute ; As all did gouerne , yet all did obey , His liuely temper was so absolute , That t'seemde when heauen his modell first began , In him it shewd perfection in a man . 41 So throughly seasond , and so rightly set , As in the leuell of cleere iudgements eye , Time neuer tuch't him with deforming fret , Nor had the powre to wrap him once awry , Whose stedfast course no crosse could euer let , His eleuation was so heauenly hie , Those giddy tempests that the base world proue , State vnder where he Planet like did moue . 42 Which this faire Queene that had a knowing spirite , And sawe the beauties resting in his minde , One that had throughly lookt into his merit , Aboue the value of the vulgar kinde , That rightly did his Grandsires deedes inherit , When now the ages in their course declinde , when the old world , being weake began to bow , To th' effeminate basenes that it rests at now . 43 What weighs he wealth , or what his Wigmore left ? Let needlesse heapes , things momentary stand , He counts not his that can be rapde by theft , Man is the sole Lord both of sea and land , And still is rich of these that is not reft , Who of all creatures hath an vpright hand ; And by the starres is onely taught to know , That as they progresse heauen , he earth should do . 44 Wherefore wise Nature forcde this face of ground , And through the deeps shewd him the secret way , That in the flouds her iudgements might be found , Where she for safety did her treasure lay ; Whose store , that he might absolutely sound , Shee gaue him courage for her onely kay , That he alone of all her creatures free , Her glory , and her wondrous works should see . 45 Let wretched worldlings sweate for mud and earth , whose groueling bosomes licke the recreant stones , And pesants carke for plenty , and for dearth , Fame neuer lookes vpon these prostrate drones , Man is allotted at his princely birth , To manage Empires , and to sit on thrones , Frighting coy Fortune when she sternst appeares , Which else scornes sighes , and jeeteth at our teares . 46 When now Report with her fleet murmuring wing , Tucht the still entrance of his listning eare , A fleete preparde this royall Queene to bring , And her arriuall still awaited neare , When euery sound a note of loue doth sing , The ioyfull thoughts that in his bosome were : The soule in doubt to make her function lesse , Denies the vtterance fully to expresse . 47 Quoth he , Slide billowes gently for her sake , Whose sight can make your aged Nereus yong , For her faire passage euen allies make , On the sleeke waters wast her sailes along ; And whilst she glides vpon the pleasant lake , Let the sweete Syrens rocke her with a Song : Though not Loues mother that dooth passe this way , Fairer than she that s borne vpon the sea . 48 You Sea-bred creatures , gaze vpon her eie , And neuer after with your kinde make warre ; O steale the accents from her lip that flie , Which like the musickes of the Angels are , And them vnto your amorous thoughts apply , Comparde with which , Aryons did but jarre : Wrap them in aire , and when blacke tempests rage ; Vse them as charmes the rough seas to asswage . 49 France , send to fetch her with full sholes of oares , With which her fleete may euery way be plide , And being landed on thy happie shoares , As the vast nauie dooth at anckor ride ; For her departure when the wilde sea roares , Ship mount to heauen , there brightly stellifide : Next Iasons Argo on the burnisht throne , Assume thee there a constellation . 50 Her person hence conuaide with that delight , Which best the languish of her iournies easde , That to her pleasure dooth it selfe inuite , Whereon her mind , and subtil fancie seasde , And that ( most deare ) her liking might excite , Which then this Lorde , naught more her presence pleasd , where , when with state she first her time could take , Thus the faire Queene her Mortimer bespake . 51 O Mortimer , great Mortimer , quoth shee , What angry power did first this meane deuise , To seperate Queene Isabell and thee , whome loues eternall vnion strongly ties ; But if supposde this fault beganne by mee , For a iust pennance to my longing eyes : ( Though guiltlesse they ) this punishment assignde , To gaze vpon thee , till they leaue me blinde . 52 T is strange , sweete friend , how thou arte altred thus , Since first in Court thou didst our fauours weare , whose shape seemde then not mortall vnto vs , when in our eye thy brow was beauties spheare , In all perfection so harmonious , A thousand seuerall graces mooving there ; But what then couldst thou be , not now thou arte , An alien first , last home-borne in my heart . 53 That powerfull fate thy safetie did inforce , And from the worst of danger did thee free , Still regular , and constant in one course , Wrought me a firme and euen path to thee , Of our affections as it tooke remorce , Our birth-fix't starres so happily agree ; Whose reuolution seriously directs Our like proceedings , to the like effects . 54 New forme of counsaile in the course of things , To our dissignement findes a neerer way , That by a cleere and perfect managing , Is that firme prop whereon we onely stay ; Which in it selfe th' authoritie doth bring , That weake opinion hath no power to sway ; Confuting such , whose sightlesse iudgement sit , In the thicke ranke with euery vulgar wit . 55 Then since pleasde Time our wish'd content assures , Imbrace the blessings of our mutuall rest ; And whilst the day of our good hap endures , And we as fauorites leane on Fortunes breast , Which doth for vs this vacancie procure , In choice make free election of the best ; Ne're feare the s●orme before thou feele the shower , My sonne a King , an Empire is my dower . 56 Of wanton Edward when I first was woo'd , Why cam'st thou not into the Court of France ? Thy selfe alone then in my grace hadst stood ; Deere Mortimer , how good had beene thy chance ? My loue attempted in that youthfull mood , I might haue beene thine owne inheritance ; Where entring now by force , thou hold'st thy might , And art deseisor of anothers right . 57 Honour thou Idole women so adore , How many plagues doost thou retaine to grieue vs , When still we finde there is remaining more , Then that great word of Maiesty can giue vs ; Which takes more from vs then it can restore , And of that comfort often doth depriue vs , That with our owne selues sets vs at debate , And mak'st vs beggars vnder our estate . 58 Those pleasing raptures from her graces rise , Strongly inuading his impressiue breast , That soone entranced all his faculties , Of the prowd fulnesse of their ioyes possest ; And hauing throughly wrought him in this wise , Like tempting Syrens sing him to his rest , When eu'ry power is passiue of some good , Felt by the spirits of his high-rauisht blood . 59 Like as a Lute that 's touch'd with curious skill , In musickes language sweetely speaking plaine , When eu'ry string his note with sound doth fill , Taking the tones , and giuing them againe , And the eare bath's in harmony at will , A diapason closing eu'ry straine ; So their affections set in keyes so like , Still fall in consort as their humors strike . 60 When now the path to their desire appeares , Of which before they had been long debar'd , By desolution of some threatning feares , That for destruction seem'd to stand prepar'd , Which the smooth face of better safetie beares , And now protected by a stronger guard , Giues the large scope of leisure to fore-cast Euents to come , by things alreadie past , 61 These great dissignements setting easly out , By due proportion measuring eu'ry pace , T' auoide the cumbrance of each hindring doubt , That might distort the comlinesse and grace , Comming with eu'ry circumstance about , Strictly obseruing person , time and place ; All ornaments in faire discretions lawes , Could giue attire to beautifie the cause . 62 The Embassie in termes of equall height , As well their state and dignity might fit , Apparelling a matter of that weight , In ceremony well beseeming it , To carry things so steddy , and so right , Where Wisedome with cleare maiesty might sit ; All things still seeming strictly to effect , That Loue commaunds , and Greatnesse should respect . 63 Whose expedition by this faire successe , That doth againe this antient league combine , when Edward should by couenant release , And to the Prince the Prouinces resigne , With whome king Charles renues the happy peace , Receiuing homage due to him for Guyne : And lastly now to consumate their speede , Edwards owne person to confirme the deede . 64 Who whilst he stands yet doubtfull what to do , The Spensers chiefely that his counsels guide , Nor with their Soueraigne into Fraunce durst goe , Nor in his absence durst at home abide ; Now whilst the weake king stands perplexed so , His listning eares with such perswasion plide , As he at last to stay in England's wonne , And in his place , to send the Prince his sonne . 65 Thus is the King encompasst by their skill , A meane to worke what Herford doth deuise , To thrust him on , to draw them vp the hill , That by his strength they might get powre to rise : Thus they in all things are before him still , This perfect steersman of their policies Hath cast to walke whilst Edward beares the light , And take that aime that must direct his sight . 66 And by th' allowance of his liberall will , Supposde his safety , furthering their intent , Stands as a test to iustifie their ill , Made sound and currant by this late euent , And what yet wanting lastly to fulfill , Things in their course to fall in true consent , Giues full assurance of that happy end , On which they now laboriously attend . 67 Nor finding reason longer to protract , Or in suspence their home-left friends to holde , By being now so absolutely backt , And thereby waxing confident and bold , By their proceedings publishing their act , whenas their powre was ripened as they would , Now with an armed and erected hand , To abet their faction absolutely stand . 68 When now the fearefull fainting Exceter , A man experiencde in their counsels long , Whether himselfe thought his way to preferre , Or moou'd in conscience with king Eawards wrong , Or t' was his frailty forede him thus to erre , Or other fatall accident among , The onely first that backe to England flew , And knowing all , discouered all he knew . 69 The plot of treason lastly thus disclosde , And Torletons drift by circumstaunces found , With what conueyance things had beene disposde ; The cunning vsde in casting of the ground , The meanes and apt aduantages he chosde , When better counsell coldely comes to sound , Awakes the King to see his owne estate , When the preuention comes too vaine and late . 70 And whilst the time she daily dooth adjourne , Charles as a brother , by perswasions deales , Edward , with threates , to hasten her returne , And Iohn of Rome with Papall curse assaies , T is but in vaine against her will to spurne , Perswasions , threats , nor curses aught preuailes : Charles , Edward , Iohn , do th' vtmost of your worst , The Queene fares best when she the most is curst . 71 The subtile Spensers which French humors felt , ( And with their Soueraigne had deuisde the draught ) with Prince and Peeres now vnder-hand had dealt , with golden baites that craftily were caught , whose flexed temper soone begins to melt , On which they now by sleights so throwly wrought , As with great summes now lastly ouer-waide , The wretched Queene is desperate of aide . 72 Nor can all this amaze this mighty Queene , with all th' affliction neuer yet contrould , Neuer such courage in her sex was seene , Nor was she cast in other womens mould , ( Nor can rebate the edge of her hie spleene ) But can endure warre , trauell , want , and cold : Strugling with Fortune , ne're with griefe opprest , Most cheerefull still , when she was most distrest . 73 And thus resolu'd to leaue ingratefull France , And in the world her fortune yet to trie , Changing the ayre , hopes time may alter chance , As one whose thoughts were eleuate more hie , Her weakned state still seeking to aduance , Her mighty minde so scorneth misery ; Yet ere she went , her grieued heart to east , Thus to the King this grieued Lady saies . 74 Is this a King and brothers part , quoth she ? And to this end did I my griefe vnfold ? Came I to heale my wounded heart to thee , Where slaine outright I now the same behold ? Proue these thy vowes , thy promises to mee , In all this heate , thy faith become so cold , To leaue me thus forsaken at the worst ? My state more wretched than it was at first . 75 My frailty vrging what my want requires , To thy deere mercy should my teares haue tide , Our bloods maintained by the selfe-same fires , And by our fortunes as our birth alide ; My sute supported by my iust desires , All arguments I should not be denide . The grieuous wrongs that in my bosome be , Should be as neere thy care , as I to thee . 76 Nature that easly wrought vpon my sex , To thy vile pleasure thus mine honour leaues , And vnder colour of thy due respects , My settled trust disloyally deceaues , That me and mine thus carelesly neglects , And of all comfort wholy me bereaues ; Twixt recreant basenes , and disord●nate will , To expose my fortunes to the worst of ill . 77 But for my farewell this I prophecie , That from my wombe that glorious fruit doth spring , Which shall deiect thy neere posteritie , And leade a captiue thy succeeding King , That shal reuenge this wretched iniury . To fatall Fraunce I as a Sybel sing , Her citties sackt , the slaughter of her men , When of the English , one shall conquer ten . 78 Bewmount in Fraunce that had this shuffling seene , whose soule by kindnes Isabel had wonne , For Henault now perswades the grieued Queene , By full assurance what might there be done ; Now in the anguish of this tumerous spleene , Offring his faire Neece to the Prince her sonne : The lurest way to gaine his brothers might , To backe yong Edward , and vphold her right . 79 This gallant Lord , whose name euen filld report , To whom the souldiers of that time did throng , A man that fashiond others of his sort , As that knew all to honour did belong , And in his youth traind vp with her in Court , And fully now confirmed in her wrong , Crosst by the faction of th' emperiall part , In things that sat too neerely to his hart . 80 Sufficient motiues to inuite distresse , To apprehend the least and poorest meane , Against those mischiefes that so strongly presse , Whereon their lowe dejected state to leaue , And at this season , though it were the lesse , That might a while their sickely powre sustaine ; Till prosprous times by milde and temprate dayes , Their drooping hopes to former height might raise 81 Where finding cause to breathe their restlesse state , where welcome lookt with a more milder face , From those dishonours she receiu'd of late , Where now she wants no due officious grace , Vnder the guidance of a gentler fate , Where bounteous offers mutually embrace : And to conclude all ceremonies past , The Prince affies faire Philip at the last . 82 All couenants signde with wedlockes sacred seale , A lasting league eternally to binde , And all proceeding of religious zeale , And suting right with Henaults mighty minde , That to his thoughts much honour dooth reueale , What ease the Queene is like thereby to finde , The sweete contentment of the louely Bride , Yong Edward pleasde , and ioy on euery side . The end of the third Canto .
❧ The fourth Booke of the Barrons warres . The Argument . The Queene in Henault mightie power doth winne , In Harwich hauen safely is arriu'd , Great troubles now in England new beginne , The King of friends and safety is depriu'd , Flieth to Wales , at Neath receiued in , Many strange acts and outrages contriu'd : Edward betrayde , deliu'red vp at Neath , The Spensers , and his friends are put to death . 1 NOw seauen times Phoebus had his welked waine , Vpon the top of all the Tropike set , And seauen times descending downe againe , His firy wheeles had with the fishes wet ; In the occurrents of this haplesse raigne , Since treason first these troubles did beget : which through more strange varieties had runne , Than it that time celestiall signes hath done . 2 Whilst our ill thriuing in those Scottish broiles , Their strength and courage greatly doth aduance , That being made fat and wealthy by our spoiles . When we still weakned by the jarres in France , And thus dis-hartned by continuall foiles , Yeeldes other cause , whereat our Muse may glance ; And Herckleys treasons lastly brings to view , Whose power of late the Barrons ouer-threw . 3 Now when the Scot with an inuasiue hand , By daily inroads on the borders made , Had spoilde the Country of Northumberland , whose buildings leuell with the ground were laide ; And finding none that dare his power withstand , Without controlement eu'ry where had praide , Bearing with pride what was by pillage got , As our last fall appointed to their lot . 4 For which false Herckley by his Soueraigne sent , T' intreate this needefull , though dishonored peace , Cloking his treasons by this fain'd intent , Kinling the warre which otherwise might cease ; And with a Scot , new mischiefes doth inuent , T' intrap King Edward , and their feare release ; For which , their faith they constantly haue plight , In peace and warre , to stand for eithers right . 5 For which the King his sister doth bestow , Vpon this false Lord , which to him affy'd , Maketh too plaine and euident a show , Of what before his trust did closely hide ; But being found from whence this match should grow By such as now into their actions pry'd , Displaies the treasons , which not quickly crost , Would shed more blood then all the wars had cost . 6 Whether the Kings weake Counsells , causes are That eu'ry thing so badly sorteth out , Or that the Earle did of our state dispaire , when nothing prosperd that was gone about ; And therefore , carelesse how these matters fare ( I le not define , but leaue it as a doubt ) Or some vaine title his ambition lackt , Hatch'd in his breast this treasonable act . 7 Which now reueal'd vnto the jealous King , For apprehension of this trait'rous Peere , To the Lord Lucy leaues the managing , One , whose knowne faith he euer held so deere ; By whose dispatch , and trauell in this thing , ( He doth well worthy of his trust appeare ) In his owne Castell carelesly desended , The trecherous Herckley closely apprehended . 8 For which ere long vnto his triall led , In all the roabes befitting his degree , Where Scroope chiefe Iustice in King Edwards sted , was now prepar'd his lawfull Iudge to bee , Vrging the proofes by his enditement read , Where they his treasons euidently see ; Which now themselues so plainely do expresse , As might at first declare his bad successe . 9 His honor'd title backe againe restord , Noted with termes of infamie and scorne , And then disarmed of his knightly sword , On which his faith and loyalty was sworne , And by a varlet of his spurres dispur'd , His coate of Armes in peeces hal'd and torne ; To taste deserued punishment is sent , T' a traitrous death that traitrously had meant . 10 When such the fauorers of this fatall warre , Whom this occasion dóth more sharpely whet , Those for this cause that yet impris'ned are , Boldly attempt at libertie to set , Whose purpose frustrate by the others care , Doth greater wounds continually beget ; Warning the King more strictly looke about , These secret fires still daily breaking out . 11 And Hereford in Parlement accusde Of treasons , which apparantly were wrought , That with the Queene , and Mortimers were vsde , Whereby subuersion of the Realme was sought , And both his calling and his trust abusde ; Which now to answer when he should be brought , Seizde by the Clergie in the Kings despight , Vnder the colour of the Churches right . 12 Whilst now the Queene from England day by day , That of these troubles still had certaine word , Whose friends much blamde her tedious long delay , When now the time occasion doth afford , With better haste doth for her selfe puruay , Bearing prouision presently abord ; Ships of all vses daily rigging are , Fit'st for inuasion to transport a warre . 13 The Earle of Kent by 's soueraigne brother plac'd , As the great Generall of his force in Gwine , Who in his absence heere at home disgrac'd , And frustrated both of his men and coine , By such lewd persons to mainetaine their waste , From the Kings treasures ceas'd not to proloine ; Th' lasciuious Prince , though mou'd , regardlesse still , Both of his owne losse , and his brothers ill . 14 Whose discontentment being quickly found , By such as all aduantages await , That still apply'd strong corsiues to the wound , And by their sharpe and intricate deceit , Hindred all meanes might possibly redound , This fast-arising mischiefe to defeate ; Vntill his wrongs were to that fulnesse growne , That they haue made him absolute their owne . 15 Whose selfe-like followers in these faithlesse warres , Men most experienc'd , and of worthiest parts , Which for their pay receiued onely scarres , Whilst the inglorious reap'd their due desarts , And Mineons hate of other hope debarres , With too much violence vrg'd their grieued harts , On Iohn of Henault wholy doe rely , Who led a great and valiant company . 16 That in this conquest do themselues combine , The Lords Pocelles , Sares , and Boyseers , Dambretticourt , the young and valiant Heyn . Estoteuill , Comines , and Villeers , Others his Knights , Sir Michaell de la Lyne , Sir Robert Balioll , Boswit , and Semeers , Men of great power , whom spoile & glory warmes , Such as were wholy dedicate to Armes . 17 Three thousand souldiers mustred men in pay , Of French , Scotch , Almaine , Swiser , and the Dutch , Of natiue English , fled beyond the sea , Whose number neere amounted to asmuch ; which long had look'd for this vnhappie day , whom her reuenge did but too neerely tutch , Her friends now ready to receiue her in , And new commotions eu'ry day begin . 18 When she for England fitly setting forth , Spreading her prowd sailes on the watry plaine , Shaping her course directly to the North , with her young Edward Duke of Aquitaine , with th' other three of speciall name and worth , ( The destainde scourges of his lawlesse raigne ) Her souldier Beumount , with the Earle of Kent , And Mortimer , that mightie malconsent . 19 A fore-winde now for Harwich fitly blowes , Blow not too fast to kindle such a fire , whilst with full saile , and fairer tide shegoes , Turne gentle winde , and force her to retire ; The fleete thou driu'st is fraughted with our woes , But windes and seas , do Edwards wracke conspire ; For when iust heauen to chastice vs is bent , All things conuert to our due punishment . 20 Thy coasts be kept with a continuall ward , Thy Beacons watch'd her comming to discry ; O had the loue of subiects beene thy guard , T 'had beene t' effect that thou didst fortifie ; But whilst thou standst gainst forraigne foes prepard , Thou art betraide by thy home enemy ; Small helpe by this thou art but like to win , Shutting death out , thou keep'st destruction in . 21 When Henry brother to that haplesse Prince , The first great engine of this ciuill strife , ( Deere Lancaster ) who law did late conuince , And that at Pomfret left his wretched life ; This Henry , in whose great hart euer since Reuenge lay couerd , smotherd vp in griefe , Like fire in some fat minerall of the earth , Finding the least vent , giues it selfe a birth . 22 That being Earle Marshall , great vpon the coast , With bells and bon-fires welcomes her ashore , And by his office gath'ring vp an hoast , Shewes the old malice in his breast he bore , Nor of his helpe abash'd at all to boast , The Clergies power in readinesse before , Vpon their friends a great taxation laide , To raise munition for the present aide . 23 And to confusion all their power expose , On the rent bosome of this I le , where long Warre did it selfe so stedfastly inclose ; ( warre from our owne lewd desolutenesse sprong ) Whom no inuasion euer yet could lose ; So old the malice , and so great the wrong , Vrg'd with the force that forraigne fire doth bring , A greater spoile , and horror menacing . 24 This inuouation by an altred state , Lent this new action such a violent hand , That it thus boldly dare insinuate , On the cold faintnesse of the feebled Land ; And being arm'd with all the power of fate , Finding a way so openly to stand To their intendments , which endeuoured well , Might get that height from whence at first they fel. 25 When all their strength in order strictly set , All helps and doubts by warres best counsailes waid , What well might further , what their course might let , And their reliefes conueniently had laid , A meane reseru'd securitie to get , Whereon at worst their fortune might be stayd , And furnish'd fully as themselues desir'd , Of all this action needefully requir'd . 26 And at Saint Edmonds doe a while repose , To rest themselues , and their new welcom'd force , Better to learne the manner of their foes , To th' end , not vainely to direct their course ; And seeing daily how the Armie growes , To take a full view both of foote and horse ; With such discretion managing the war , Truly to shew them what indeede they are . 27 When now the King of these proceedings heard , And of the troopes that to them daily runne , And little strength at London yet preparde , Where he expected fauour to haue wonne , He now commits the Cittie to the guard Of his approu'd most-trusted Stapleton , To Iohn of Eltham ( his faire sonne ) the Tower , Himselfe to Wales to raise a speedy power . 28 Yet whilst his name doth any hope admit , Proclaimes in forfait both of goods and life , All that enioyde a subiects benefit , Should lend their power against his sonne and wife , And doth all slaughters generally acquite Were done vpon the moouers of this strife : And who could bring in Mortimers prowd head , Should freely take th' reuenewes of the dead . 29 Which strait encountred by the Queenes Edict , who making knowne the iustnes of her cause , That she proceeded in a course so strict , T'vphold their antient liberties and lawes ; Nor that she did this punishment inflict For priuate hate , or popular applause , Onely the Spensers to account to bring , Whose wicked counsells had abusde the King . 30 Which ballasing the multitude that stood As a light barke that s tosst twixt winde and tide , Turnd in the mixture of th' opposed flood , when yet opinion not their course could guide , And wau'ring thus in their inconstant moode , Till by the weakenes of th' emperiall side , Suffers the seisure of it selfe at last , which to the Queene all free aduantage cast . 31 When friendlesse Edward followed by his foes , whom danger dooth to recreant flight debase , As poore in hope , as he is rich in woes , Depriu'd all princely ornament and grace , whose force th' more weakened further that he goes , His safety now suspecting eu'ry place ; No helpe at home , no succour seene abroade , His minde small rest , his body lesse abode . 32 One scarce to him his sad discourse hath done Of Henaults power , and what the Queene intends , But whilst he speakes , another hath begunne , A third dooth take it where the second ends , when now abroade there s other rumours runne , Some of new foes , some of reuolting friends ; These scarcely past when more reports are spred , Of many that rebell , of many fled . 33 What plagues doth Edward for himselfe prepare , Forsaken king , O whither doost thou she ? Men change their clime , but sildome change their care , Thou fli'st thy foes , but follow'st misery , The euill fates in number many are , That to thy footsteps doe themselues apply ; And still thy conscience prickt with inward griefe , Thy selfe pursues thy selfe , both robd , and thiefe . 34 Accepting succour offerd next at hand , At last for Wales commits him to the seas ; And seeing Lundy that so faire dooth stand , Puts in for succour , ( neede would faine haue ease ) This little modell of his banisht land , Which for a while his fancie seemes to please , Faine would he be king of a little I le , Although his Empire bounded in a mile . 35 And ready now to strike his prosp'rous saile , As vnder lee , past danger of the flood , A suddaine storme of mixed ●leet and haile , Not suffers him to rule this peece of wood . What doth thy labour , what thy toyle auaile , When thou art still with greater powers with-stood ? Edward , thy hopes all vainely do delude , By Gods and men , incessantly pursude . 36 In this blacke tempest long turmoild and tost , Quite from their course , & well they know not where , Mongst rockes and sands , in danger to be lost , without in perrill , and within in feare , At length perceiuing they are neere the coast , And that the place more plainely doth appeare , Knowes by the mountaines insolently tall , That part of Wales that we Glamorgan call . 37 To Neath , a Castell fortifi'd and strong , Commanding entrance with his banish'd crew , The Earle of Gloster , worker of much wrong , The Chancelor Baldocke that much euill knew , Reding his Marshall is the rest among , Heere hid from eyes , but not from enuies view ; where for a while committing them to dwell , We must prepare more dreadfull things to tell , 38 You lighter Muses , leaue me , and be gone , Your weake complaints are matters much too slight , More horred plagues are heere approching on , Yee ghastly spirits that haunt the gloomie night , Lend me your shreeks t' expresse the depth of moane , with ghastly howling all approach my sight ; And round about with funerall tapers stand , To giue a sad light to my sadder hand . 39 Each line shall leade to some dire point of wo , And eu'ry cadence as a torturde cry , Now must my teares in such aboundance flow , That they surround the circle of mine eye ; And whilst these great calamities I show , All loose affections stand you idely by , Once more our cleere Muse dips her wing in gore , The dreerest tale that pen did ere deplore . 40 New sorts of vengeance threatned to the earth , The raging Ocean past the bounds to rise , Strange apparitions , and prodigious birth , Vnheard of sicknesse , and mortalities , More inaccustom'd , and vnlook'd for dearth , New sorts of Meteors gazing from the skies ; As what before had small or nothing bin , And onely now our miseries begin . 41 And whilst these discordes and dissentions breede , The land layd naked to all offered ill , The lawlesse exile now returnes with speed , Not to defend his countrey , but to kill , And all the prisons dissolutely freed , Both field and towne with wretchednes to fill , London first author of our latest shame , Soonst that repentst , most plagued for the same . 42 Whose giddy commons mercilesse and rude , Let loose to mischiefe in this cursed day , Their hands in blood of Edwards friends imbrude , Neuer content till they were made away ; Th' implacable and wicked multitude On the Lieutenant Stapleton doe pray , who dragg'd and torne by this tumultuous heape , Cut off his head before the Crosse in Cheape . 43 Reade wofull Citty on thy ruinde wall , Thy sad destruction which is drawing nie , Where on thy gates is charactered thy fall , In mangled bodies thine Anatomy , Now thy lewd errours to a reckning call , Which may exstract teares from thy ruthlesse eye : And if the thicke ayre dim thy hatefull sight , Thy buildings are on fire to giue thee light . 44 Thy chanels serue for incke , for paper , stones , And on the ground write murther , incest , rape , Aud for thy pennes , a heape of dead mens bones , Let euery letter besome monstrous shape , Thy poynts and accents be departing groanes , And let no vile , nor desperate act escape , And when with pride thou arte againe ore'gon , Then take this booke , and sadly looke thereon . 45 Poore wretch dispoilde of thy late Virgins name , Now for thy sinne what impious villaine shent , Blacke is my incke , but blacker thy defame , Who shall reuenge whilst I thy state lament , What might be done to remedy thy shame , When now too late these mischieses to preuent , Against these horrors thou doost idely striue , Thou seest thy selfe deuoured , yet aliue . 46 Thou wantst redresse , and tyrannie remorce , To whom shouldst thou thy helples woes complaine ? But yeelde thy selfe to the adulterers force , Thy wordes vntimely , and returne in vaine , The more thou grieu'st , thy fault is still the worse ; This remedy there onely dooth remaine , Dispoylde of fame , be prodigall of breath , And make thy life cleere by a resolute death . 47 For worlds that were , the present times complaine , when men might haue beene buride when they di'de , And children safely in their cradles laine , And when the husband might enioy his bride , when in some bounds ill could it selfe containe , The sonne haue kneeld by 's fathers death-bed side , The liuing wrongde , the dead no right can haue , The father sees his sonne to want a graue . 48 But t is too late thy head-strong course t'recall , Depriude all feeling of externall feare ; These deadly sounds by their continuall fall , Settle confusion in thy deafned eare , This is the last , O would the worst of all ! Shreekes be the musicke thou delightst to heare , Armes thy attire , and wounds be all thy good , Thy end consists in rapine and in blood . 49 In glorious age of whom it should be said , That all these mischieues should abound in thee , That all these sinnes should to thy charge be laid , From no calumnious nor vile action free , O let not time vs with thy ills vpbrayd , Lest feare what hath beene , argue what may be ; And fashioning so a habite in the minde , Make vs alone the haters of our kinde . 50 O powrefull heauen , in whose all-soueraigne raine , Those thy pure bodies mooue in harmony , And by a strong and euerlasting chaine , Together linckt in sacred vnitie ; In which you doe continually remaine , Stayd in one certaine course eternally , Why his due motion keepeth eu'ry star , Yet what they gouerne so irregular ? 51 Muse , in the course of this vnnaturall warre , Tell me from whence this height of mischiefe grew , That in so short time spread it selfe so farre , Whereon such strange calamities ensue ; The true occasions faithfully declare : O men religious , was the fault in you ? Which euen growne resty by your powre , withdraw Your stifned neckes , as free from ciuill awe . 52 What wonder then the people grow prophane , When Church mens liues giue lay-men leaue to fall ; Their former Doue-like humblenesse disdaine , For coates of haire , now clad in costly pall , The holy Ephod made a cloke for gaine , And what most cunning , most cannonicall , And blinde promotion shuns that dangerous road , Which the old Prophets diligently troad . 53 Hence is t that God so slightly is ador'd , The rocke remoou'd whereon our faith is gounded , Conscience esteemde but as an idle word , Which weake before , by vaine opinion wounded , Professors liues so little fruit affoord , And in her sects religion lies confounded ; The sacred things a merchandize become , None talks of texts , and prophecying dumbe . 54 And of the former being thus possest , Like to the venome of infectious ayre , That hauing got into the secret breast , Is not prescribde , nor long times staies it there ; But from this ground to seize vpon the rest , The rancke contagion spreading eu'ry where ; That ere this euill hath the vtmost done , The solide body lastly ouer-runne . 55 Cauells breake forth to cancell wholesome lawes , And caching hold vpon the publique weale , Where doubts should cease , they rise in euery clawse , The sword that wounds ordaind a salue to heale , One mischeefe still another forward drawes , Each striuiug others vilenesse to conceale , By lewd corruptions in a needefull vse , Right cloakes all wrong , and couers all abuse . 56 When now the King late taken to this hold , And in this poore imprisned libertie , Liuing a death in hunger , want , and cold , Euen in depth of woe and miserie ; By hatefull treason secretly is sold , Before he could the trecherous drift espy ; For when oppression's vp vnto the chin , Who lends not hand to thrust him boldly in ? 57 In th' lucklesse fortunes of this wretched King , whose person 's seised by th' inuading part , Vnto his friends sad matters menacing , With bloodlesse terror striking eu'ry hart , All expectation now discouraging , When no euasion from the foe to start ; And that the clowd which threatned greatest feare , Rose whence their hopes most brightest did appeare . 58 Which breaking in now with a generall force , On the two Spensers , from whose onely hate This warre first sprung , distracted in their course , Their latest power confined by their fate , Of whom there s none takes pittie or remorce ; Which to avoide , as cankers of the state , The eldest first to death at Bristow led , Where hangde to death , his body quartered . 59 Whenas the heire to Winchester late dead , The bloody lot to th' Earle of Gloster fell , Reding the Marshall , marshald with the dead , When soone succeedes the Earle of Arundell , To pay the forfait of a reuerent head , Then Muchelden , and wofull Daniell , Who followed him in his lasciuious waies , Must go before him to his fatall daies . 60 Euen like some pillar , on whose goodly height , A pondrous building onely doth depend , Which when not able to sustaine the weight , And that his strong backe hath begun to bend , As quite depriued of his former might , The massy load vnto the ground doth send , Crushing the lesser props , and murdring all That stand within the compasse of the fall . 61 That state whereon the strength of Princes leanes , Whose hie ascent we trembling do behold , From whence by coynesse of their chaste disdaines , Subiection is imperiously controld ; Their earthly weaknesse euermore explaines , Exalting whom they please , not whom they should , When their owne fall ( showes how they ●ondlyer'd ) Procur'd by those vnworthily prefer'd . 62 Merit goes vnregarded and vngrac'd , When by his fauters ignorance held in , And Parasites in wise mens roomes are plac'd , Onely to sooth the great ones in their sin , From such whose gifts , and knowledge is debac'd , There s many strange enormities begin , Forging great wits into most factious tooles , When mightiest men oft proue the mightiest fooles . 63 But why so vainely doe I time bestow , The fowle abuse of th' wretched world to childe , Whose blinded iudgement eu'ry howre doth show , What follie weake mortalitie doth guide ? Wise was the man that laugh'd at all thy woe , My subiect still more sorrow doth prouide , And this late peace more matter still doth breede , To hasten that which quickly must succeede . The end of the fourth Canto .
❧ The fifth Booke of the Barrons warres . The Argument . Th' imprisoned King his gouernement for sakes , And to the Peeres his weakenesse so excused , Who him ere long from Leisters keeping takes , That with much woe his soueraigne Lord refused , His torturers of him a mockery makes , And basely , and reproachfully abused , By secret waies to Berckley being led , And cruelly in prison murthered . 1 THe wretched King vnnaturally betrayd , By lewd coruption of his natiue Land , From thence with speede to Kennelworth conuayd , By th' Earle of Leister with a mightie band , Some few his fauorers quickely ouer-wayd , And now a present Parlement in hand , To ratifie the generall intent , His resignation of the gouernment . 2 Falne through the frailtie of intemperate will , That with his fortunes it so weakely farde , To vndergoe that vnexpected ill , For his deserued punishment preparde , The measure of that wretchednesse to fill , To him alotted as a iust reward , Armes all with malice , either lesse or more , To strike at him that strooke at all before . 3 And being a thing the commons daily craue , To which the great are resolutely bent , Such forward helpes on eu'ry side to haue , T' effect their strong and forcible intent , Which now that speede vnto their action gaue , That ratifi'd by generall consent , Still hastned on to execute the thing , Which for one ill , two worse should shortly bring . 4 Bishops , Earles , Abbots , and the Barrons all , Each in due order as becomes the state , Set by the Heraults in that goodly hall , The Burgesses for places corporate , Whom this great busnes at this time doth call , For the Cinque-ports the Barrons conuocate , And other Knights , for the whole body sent , Both on the South , and on the North of Trent . 5 From his impris'ning chamber clad in blacke , Before th' assembly sadly he is brought , A dolefull hearse vpon a dead mans backe , whose heauy lookes might tell his heauier thought , In which there doth no part of sorrow lacke , Nor fained action needes to grieue be taught : His funerall solemniz'd in his cheere , His eyes the mourners , and his legs the Beere . 6 Torleton , as one select to this intent , The best experienc'd in this great affaire , A man graue , subtile , stowt , and eloquent , First with faire speech th' assembly doth prepare , Then with a voyce austere and eminent , Doth his abuse effectually declare , As winnes each sad eye with a reuerent feare , With due attention drawing eu'ry eare . 7 The great exactions raised by the King , With whose full plenty he is Mineons fed , Himselfe and subiects so impou'rishing , And that deere blood he lauishly had shed , Which desolation to the land should bring , And the chiefe cause by his lewd riots bred ; The losse in warre sustained through his blame , The during scandall to the English name . 8 Proceeding forward to the future good , That their dissignements happily intend , And with what vpright policie it stoode , No after hopes their for tunes to amend , The resignation to his proper blood , That might the action lawfully defend , The present neede that willd it strictly so , Whose imposition they might not sorslowe . 9 Pardon me Art , that striuing to be short , To this intent a speech deliuering , And that at full I doe not heere report Matters that tuch deposing of the King , My faithfull Muse , O doe not thou exhort The after times to so abhorr'd a thing , To shew the reasons forcibly were laide , Out of thy feelings what hee might haue saide . 10 The strong deliu'ry of whose vehement speech , Borne with a dauntlesse , and contracted brow , That with such steme seueritie did teach , His reasons more authentique to allow , Which the more easly made the dang'rous breach , By the remembrance of a generall vow : To which they heere must openly contest , When Edward comes to consumate the rest . 11 His faire cheeke couerd in pale sheets of shame , And as a dumbe shew in a swowne began , Where passion dooth such sundry habites frame , As eu'ry sence a right Tragedian , Truely to shew from whence his sorrow came , Beyond the compasse of a common man , where Nature seemes a practiser in Art , Teaching Dispaire to act a liuely part . 12 Ah Pitty , dost thou liue , or wert thou not , Mortalls by such sights haue to flint bin turned , Or what men haue beene , hath their seed forgot , Or was it neuer knowne that any mourned , In what so strangely are we ouershot ? Against our owne selfe hath our frailtie spurned , Or teares hence forth abandon humane eies , And neuer-more to pit●y miseries . 13 He takes the Crowne yet scornefully vnto him , With slight regarde , as scarcely thinking on it , As though not sencelesse that it should forgoe him , And sildome casts a scornefull eie vpon it , would seeme to leaue it , and would haue it woe him , Then snatching it , as loath to haue forgone it , Yet puts it from him , yet he will not so , would faine retaine what faine he would forgoe . 14 In this confused conflict of the minde , Teares drowning sighes , and sighs confounding teares , Yet whenas neither libertie could finde , Oppressed with the multitude of ●eares , Stands as a man affrighted from his kinde , Griefe becomes senslesse when too much it beares , whilst speech & silence striues which place shuld take From his ful bosome thus his sorrowee brake . 15 If that my title rightfully be planted , Vpon a true indubitate succession , Confirmd by nations as by nature granted , That freely hath deliuerd me possession , Impute to heauen sufficiencie t' haue wanted , which must deny it power , or you oppression , which into question by due course may bring , The grieued wrongs of an annointed King . 16 That halowed vnction by a sacred hand , which once was powrde on this emperious head , which wrought th'iudument of a strict command , And round about me the rich verdure spred , Either my right in greater stead must stand , Or why in vaine was it so idely shed , whose prophanation and vnreueret tuch , Iust heauen hath often punisht alwayes much . 17 When from the bright beames of our soueraine due , Descends the strength of your enated right , And prosperously deriues it selfe to you , As from our fulnes taking borrowed light , which to your safeties alwayes firme and true , Why thus repugne you by prepostrous might ? But what heauen lent me vertuously t' haue vsed , Leaues to your power what weaknes hath abused . 18 But heere I doe resigne it to your King , Pawsing heereat as though his tongue offended , with griping throwes seemes forth that word to bring , Sighing a full point as he there had ended , O how that sound his grieued heart doth wring , Which he recalling gladly would haue mended : Things of small moment we can scarcely holde , But griefes that touch the heart are hardly colde . 19 But being past , he prosecutes in teares , Calming that tempest with a shower of raine , As he had stroue to keepe it from his eares , Quoth he , the liegeman to your Soueraigne ? O in his lippes how vile that word appeares , Whereat ashamde doth sadly pawse againe , Yes , yes , euen say so vnto him you beare it , I ft be yong Edward that you meane shall weare it . 20 Let him account his bondage from that day That he is with the Diademe inuested , A glittering Crowne hath made this haire so gray , Within whose circle he is but arrested , To true content this not the certaine way , With sweeter cates a meane estate is feasted , And when his prowd feet scorne to tuch the mold , His head a prisner in a gayle of golde . 21 His subiects numbred , numbring of his care , And when with showts the people doe beginne , Let him suppose th' applause but prayers are T' escape the danger that they see him in , Wherein t'aduenture he so boldly dare ; The multitude both multitudes of sinne , And he that s first to cry , God saue the King , Is the first man doth newes of sorrow bring . 22 Appeasing tumults hate cannot appease , Soothde with deceits , and fed with flatteries , Thy selfe displeasing , other sought to please , Obeyd as much as hee shall tyrannize , The least in safety being most at ease , Feare forcing friends , inforcing enemies : And when hee fitteth in his greatst estate , His foot-stoole danger , and his chaire is hate . 23 Raigne he alone , whilst he no King , was one Disarmde of power , and heere deiected is , By whose deposing he enioyes a throne , Nor should I suffer that , nor he doe this , I must confesse th' inheritance his owne , But whilst I liue it should be none of his , The sonne climes vp to thrust the father downe , And thus the crowned left without a Crowne . 24 Hauing performd this hard constrained part , His speech , his raigne , the day all ioyntly ended , Strangely transformd , not being what thou art , Carde for of none , vnlookt on , vnattended , Sadly departing with a heauy heart , To his strong lodging straightly recommended , Left to bemoane his miserable plight , To the rude walls , and solitarie night . 25 Whilst things are thus disastrously decreed , Seditious libels euery day are spred , By such as like not of their violent deede , That he by force should be deliuered , Whether his wrong remorce in some did breede , That him at last vntimely pittied , Or else deuisde in pollicie by some , To cloake that mischiefe afterward to come . 26 And hate that each where hearkning stil doth lurke , And yet suspitions Edward is not sure , Thinking what blood with Leicester might wurke , Or else , what friends his name might him procure , Which yet their thoughts continually doth yrke The time he should at Kenelworth endure : Fore thinke some place t'which secretly conuaide , Vnknowne his being , be securde from aide . 27 And though the great to hide their close intent , ( Seeme ne're so cleare from knowing those know ill ) Not vnprouided of the instrument , Which they keepe ready to performe their will , Such haue th'in store to their damnation bent , In villanie notorious for their skill , Dishonest , desperate , mercilesse , and rude , To all vile actions ready to intrude . 28 Matreuers and base Gurney are the men In this lewd act that must confedered be , Whose hatefull names pollute our maiden pen , But I intreate you , be not grieu'd with mee To whome the same doe worthily pertaine , Some bought grow crooked from the streightest tree : Nor shall you be partakers of their shame , The fault lies in their deede , not in your name . 29 These secretly to Killingworth dispatcht , Fitted of all things that their hearts desire , At such a time as few their purpose watcht , After whose busnes none is to enquire , Which by their warrant subtilly was matcht , Onely to them knowne whither to retire : Taking the King , his guardian to acquit , And to bestow him where they thought most fit . 30 With a crew of ribalds , villainous , and nought , As their coagents in this hatefull thing , To th' earle of Leister their commission brought , Commaunding the deliu'ry of the King which ( with much griefe ) they lastly from him wrought , About the Castell closely houering , watching a time till silence , and the night , Might with conuenience priuiledge their flight . 31 With shamefull scoffes , and barbarous disgrace , Him on a leane ill fauord jade they set , In a vile garment , beggarly , and base , Which , it should seeme , they purposely did get , And in a wretched miserable case , B●numd and beaten with the colde , and wet , Depriu'd of all repose and naturall rest , with thirst and hunger grieuously opprest . 32 Yet still suspitious that he should be knowne , They shaue away his ornament of haire , The last thing his that he could call his owne , Neuer left Fortune any wight so bare ; Such tyranny on king was neuer showne , Thus voide of comfort , were he voide of care : No , no , our ioyes are shadowes , and deceiue vs , But till our death our sorrowes neuer leaue vs . 33 To which intent , when farthest from resort , Forcing him light from his poore wearie beast , Vpon a mole-hill ( O most sad report ) With puddle-water him they lewdly drest , Whilst at his woes and miseries they sport , An yron skull the Bason , like the rest , Whose lothing eyes in this more lothed glasse , Well may discerne how much deformd he was . 34 Th' abundant drops that from his eyes do fall , A poole of teares still rising by this raine , Which wrastling with the water , and withall , A troubled circle makes it to retaine , His endlesse griefes vnto his minde might call , Billowde with sighes like to a little maine , water with teares contending whether should Make water warme , or make the warme tears cold . 35 Vile traitors , hold off your vnhalowed hands , His brow the state of maiestie still beares , Dare you thus keepe your soueraigne Lord in bands , How can your eyes behold th' annointeds teares ? Or if your sight thus all remorce with-stands , Are not your harts euen pierced through your eares ? The minde is free , what ere afflict the man , Hee 's yet a King , do Fortune what she can . 36 Who 's he should take what God himselfe hath giuen , Or spill that life his holy spirit infused , All powers be subiect to the power of heauen , Wrongs passe not vnreueng'd how ere excused , If of all sense griefe hath thee not bereauen , Rise maiestie when thou art thus abused , O whither shall authoritie betake , When in this sort it doth it selfe forsake . 37 And in despight and mockery of a Crowne , A wreathe of grasse they for his temples make , Which when he felt , as comming from a swoune , And that his powers a little gan awake , Fortune ( quoth he ) thou doost not alwaies frowne , I see thou giu'st aswell as thou doost take , That wanting naturall couert for , my braine , For that defect , thou lend'st me this againe . 38 To whom , O heauen , should I my griefes complaine Since thou art iust and prouident in all ? How should this body naturall strength retaine , To suffer things so much innaturall ? My cogitations labour but in vaine , Except thou be partaker in my fall ; And when at once so many mischiefes meete , By change of sorrow mak'st my torment sweete . 39 Wherefore my fate I should but fondly grutch , T is vaine contention when with heauen we striue , Which preordaines my miseries for such , That by one woe another should suruiue , To shew how it mortalitie can tutch , My wretchednesse so strangely to contriue , That all my comfort in mishaps should rest , And else in nothing but misfortune blest . 40 To Berckley thus they led this wretched King , The place of horror that was long fore-thought , What power should suffer so defilde a thing , Or can behold this murther to be wrought , That might the Nation into question bring , But that your waies with iudgement still are fraught ; Thus art thou hap'd into thy earthly hell , Now take thy leaue , and bid the world farewell . 41 Berekley , whose faire seate hath beene famous long , Let thy faire buildings shreeke a deadly sound , And to the ayre complaine thy greeuous wrong , Keeping the figure of King Edwards wound , That as thou waxest old , their shame still yong , Their wretched foote-steps printed on the ground , That when report shall lend their vile act breath , All tongues may adde damnation to their death . 42 The omenous Rauen with a dismall cheere , Through his hoarse beake , of following horror tells , Begetting strange imaginarie feare , With heauie ecchoes like to passing-bells ; The howling dogge a dolefull part doth beare , As though they chimde his latest burying knells , Vnder his caue the buzzing shreech-owle sings , Beating his windowes with her fatall wings . 43 And still affrighted in his fearefull dreames , With raging fiends and goblins that he meetes , Of falling downe from steepe Rockes into streames , Of toombes , of burialls , and of winding-sheetes , Of wandring helpelesse in far forraigne Realmes , Of strong temptations by seducing sprites , Wherewith awakde , and calling out for aide , His hollow voyce doth make himselfe afraide . 44 Next comes the vision of his bloody raine , Masking along with Lancasters sterne ghost , Of Barrons twenty eight or hangd , or slaine , Attended with the ruefull mangled host , That vnreuengde yet all this while remaine , At Borough battell , and at Burton lost , Threatning with frownes , and trembling eu'ry lim , As though in peeces they would torture him . 45 And if it chance that from the troubled skies , The least small starre through any chincke giue light , Straitwaies on heapes the thronging cloudes arise , As though the heauen were angry with the night , That it should lend that comfort to his eies , Deformed shadowes , glimpsing in his sight As darkenes , for it would more darkened be , Through those poore crannies for●de it selfe to see . 46 When all th' affliction that they could impose , Euen to the full , and vtmost of their hate , Aboue his torment yet his strength arose , As Nature made a couenant with Fate , When now his watchfull and two wary foes , That cease not still his woes to aggrauate , All further helps suspected to preuent , To take his life to Berckley closely sent . 47 And subtilly a letter fashioning , Which in the wordes a double sence doth beare , Which seemes to bid them , not to touch the King , Shewing withall how , vile a thing it were , But by false poynting , is another thing , And to dispatch him , bids them not to feare , which taught to find , these murderers need no more , For which they stood too ready long before . 48 Whereas he haps a Chronicle to find Of former kings , their raignes , their deaths , and deedes , which some their lodgde forgotten had behind , On which to passe the houres he falls to reede , Thinking thereby to recreate his mind , But in his breast this greater woe doth breede , For when deepe sorrow on the fancie seaseth , What ere we see , our misery increaseth . 49 First of great William , Conquerour of this I le , ( From whom hee 's tenth that in succession lies ) Whose power inforcde the Saxon to exile , Planting new lawes , and forraine subtilties , Force and subiection , so to reconcile The punishment of Harolds tyrannies , which he applies with arguments so strong , To the due course of his iust punisht wrong . 50 Rufus his sonne , duke Robert farre abroade , Receiues the rule in weake infeebled state , His fathers steps that euidently troade , Depressing those who had beene conquerd late , Wishing release of this their gricuous loade , Vnder the guidance of their former fate , The place for men that did to beasts intend , A bestiall life had last a beastly end . 51 Henry the yongst , his brother William dead , Taketh the Crowne from his vsurpfull hand , Due to the eldest good duke Roberts head , Bearing our Red Crosse in the Holy Land , whose force farre off so much diminished , That his returne disabled to withstand , when those for whom th' unnaturall war was done , The sea deuours , he left without a sonne . 52 To Mawd the Empresse he the Scepter leaues , His onely daughter , which by false pretext Stephen Earle of Bolloine forcibly bereaues , Henries false nephew in succession next , By which the Land a stranger warre receaues , wherewith it grew so miserably vext : Till Stephen failing , and his issue reft , T 'the heires of Mawd the regall Scepter left . 53 The second Henry , Mawd the Empresse sonne , Of th' English line Plantagenet the first , By Stephens death a glorious raigne begunne , whose youth prolongd to make his age accurst , By his sonne Henries coronation , Which to his dayes much woe and sorrow nurst , when those for whom he conquerd , to make great , Abroad his townes , at home vsurpde his seate . 54 Richard his sonne that after him succeedes , Who not content with what was safely ours , A man lift vp to great and glorious deedes , Into the East transportes our valiant powres , Where with his sworde whilst many a Pagan bleedes , Relentlesse Fate hastes on vntimely howres , And makes a period to this hopefull story , Euen in the spring and blossome of his glory . 55 When him succeedes his faithlesse brother Iohn , Murthring yong Arthur by oppressefull might , Climing by sorce to his vsurped throne , Iustly with poyson was repayde his spight , His life to all men is so hatefull growne , Who grieues his wrongs that ne're did any right ? That on the Cleargie ryrannously fed , Was by the Cleargie iustly punished . 56 Henry his sonne now crowned very yong , Who for the hate they to his father bare , His state of raigning stoode in question long , Or to be left vnto a strangers care ; With whom the Barrons , insolent and strong , For the old Charter in commotion are , Which his long raine so carefully attends Granting , his daies in peace securely ends . 57 From him proceedes a Prince , iust , wise , and sage , ( In all things happy but in him his sonne ) For whom euen nature did herselfe engage , More then in man , in this Prince to haue done , Whose happy raigne , recur'd the former rage , By the large bounds he to his Empire wonne , As the first Edward had the second beene , O what a flow of glory had we seene ! 58 Turning the leafe as finding vnawares , What day yong Edward Prince of Wales was borne , Which letters seeme like Magique Characters , Or to despight him they were made in scorne , Marking the paper like dis-figuring stars , O let that name ( quoth he ) from bookes be torne , Lest in that place the sad displeased earth , Doe loath it selfe as slaundered with my birth . 59 From thence heereafter humane birth exil'd , By th' earth deuour'd , or swallowed by the sea , And fame enquiring for that lucklesse child , Say t was abortiue , or else stolne away ; And lest , O Time , thou be therewith defil'd , In thy vnnumbred course deuoure that day ; Let all be done that power can bring to passe , Onely forget that such there euer was . 60 The troubled teares now standing in his eyes , Through which as glasses he is forc'd to looke , Make letters seeme as rondlets that arise , By a stone cast into a standing brooke , Appearing to him in such various wise , And at one time such sundry fashions tooke , Which like deluding monsters do affright , And with their fowle shapes terrifie his sight . 61 When on his saint bed falling downe at last , His troubled spirit fore-telling danger nie , When ( forth ) the doores a fearefull howling cast , To let those in by whom a King should die ; Whereat he starts , amaz●d and agast , These ruthlesse villaines all vpon him flie , Sweete Prince , alas in vaine thou call'st for aide , By these accursed homicides betraide . 62 O be not authors of so vile an act , My blood on your posteritie to bring , Which after times with horror shall distract , When Fame euen hoarce with age your shame shall ring , And by recounting of so vile a fact , Mortalitie so much astonishing , That they shal count their wickednesse scarce sinne , To that which long before their time hath bin . 63 And if your hate be deadly , let me liue , For that aduantage angry heauen hath left , That except life , takes all that it could giue , But for iust vengeance should not quite bereft ; Me yet with greater misery to grieue , Reserue a while this remnant of their theft , That that which spent from th' rest should interdict me , Alone remaining , doth withall afflict me . 64 Thus spake this wofull and distressed Lord , As yet his breath found passage to and fro , With many a short pant , many a broken word , Many a sore grone , many a grieuous throw , whilst yet his spirit could any strength affoord , Though with much paine disburdning of his woe , Till lastly gasping by their maist●ring strength , His kingly heart subiects it selfe at length . 65 When twixt two beds they close his wearied corse , Basely vncou'ring of his secret part , Without all humane pittie and remorce , With burning yron thrust him to the hart , O that my Muse had but sufficient force , T' explaine the torment in the which thou art , Which whilst with words we coldy do expresse , Thy paine made greater that we make it lesse . 66 When those in dead and depth of all the night , Good simple people that are dwelling neare , From quiet sleepe whom care did now affright , That his last shreeke and wofull cry do heare , Euen pittying that miserable wight , As twixt compassion , and obedient feare , Lift their sad eyes with heauy sleepe opprest , Praying to heauen to giue the soule good rest . 67 Still let the buildings sigh his bitter grones , And euermore his sad complaints repeate , And let the dull walls and the sencelesse stones , By the impression of his torment , sweate , As wanting sounds wherewith to shew his mones , With all sharpe paine and agony repleate , That all may thether come that shall be told it , As in a mirror cleerely to behold it . 68 When now the Genius of this wofull place , Beeing the guide to his affrightfull ghost , With haire dis●eued , and a gastly face , Shall haunt the prison where his life was lost ; And as the denne of horror and disgrace , Let it be fearefull vnto all the coast , That those heereafter that do trauell neere , Neuer behold it but with heauy cheere . The end of the fifth Canto .
❧ The sixth Booke of the Barrons warres . The Argument . Lord Mortimer made Earle of March ; when he And the faire Queene rule all things by their might , The pompe wherin at Nottingham they be , The cost wherewith their amorous Court is dight , Enuide by those their hatefull pride that see , The King attempts the dreadfull caue by night , Entring the Castell , taketh him from thence , And March at London dies for the offence . 1 INforc'd of other accidents to sing , ( Bearing faire showes of promised delight , Somewhat to slacke this melancholie string , ) That new occasions to our Muse excite , To our conceit strange obiects fashioning , Doth our free numbers liberally inuite , Matter of moment much to be respected , Must by our pen be seriously directed . 2 And now the time more cuuningly redeeming , These fraudfull courses fitly to contriue , How ill so e're , to beare the fairest seeming , For which they now must diligently striue , Casting all waies to gaine the same esteeming , That to the world it prosprously might thriue , This farre gone on , now with the hand of might , Vpon this wrong to build a lasting right . 3 The pompous Synod of these earthly Gods ; At Salsbury selected by their King , To set all euen that had beene atods , And into fashion their dissignes to bring , And strongly now to settle their abodes , That peace might after from their actions spring ; Firmely t' establish what was well begunne , Vnder which colour mighty things were done . 4 When Mortimer pursuing his desire , Whilst eu'ry engine had his temperate heate , To b'Earle of March doth suddainely aspire , T' increase the honor of his antient seate , That his command might be the more entire ; Who now but onely Mortimer is great ? Who knew a kingdome as her lot was throwne , Which hauing all , would neuer starue her owne . 5 Now stand they firme as those celestiall Poles , Twixt which the starres in all their course do moue , Whose strength this frame of gouernement vpholds , An argument their wisedomes to approue . Which way soe're the time in motion roles , So perfect is the vnion of their loue ; For right is still most absolute alone , Where power and fortune kindely meete in one . 6 Whilst Edwards non-age giues a further speede , To th' antient foe-man to renew the warre , Which to preuent they must haue speciall heede , Matters so strangely manag'd as they are , Which otherwise , if their neglect should breede , Nothing yet made , it might not easily marre , Which with the most , reseruing their estate , Inforc'd to purchase at the deerest rate . 7 So much t'release the homage as suffic'd , Mongst which that deed namde Ragman , of renown , By which the kings of Scotland had deuisde , Their fealty vnto the English crowne , With other Reliques that were highly prizde , As that which forc'd the greatest part to frowne ; Th' blacke Crosse of Scotland ( men did omenous deeme ) Being a Relique of so hie esteeme . 8 To colour which , and to confirme the peace , They make a marrige twixt the Scot and vs , To giue more strength vnto this strange release , Which vnto all men seemd so dangerous Whilst Roberts raigne , and after his decease , The league might euer be continued thus , Dauid the Prince the Lady Iane should take , which twixt the Realms a lasting bond shuld make . 9 When th' Earle of Kent that being one of those , Which in their actions had a powerfull hand , Perceiuing them of matters to dispose , To the subiection of so great a land , Finding the inconuenience that growes Vnder the guidance of their wilfull hand , To shake their power whilst he strangely doth cast , His fatall end too violently doth haste . 10 Which giuing out his brother yet to liue , ( Long now supposed the deceased King ) Vnto his nephew might that scandall giue , As into question might his title bring : Ill this report beganne , and worse it thriue , Being so foule and dangerous a thing , Which being the motiue of intestine strife , The time not long ere it bereft his life . 11 Whilst Edward takes what late their power did giue , Whose non-age craues their bountifull protection , Which know to rule whilst he must learne to liue , From their experience taking his direction , Which more and more their doubtfull hopes reuiue , When borne to raigne , yet crownd by their election , Th' allegiance duely dooth to him belong , Now makes their faction absolutely strong . 12 Prouiding for protection of the king , Men of most power , and noblest of the Pecres , That no distaste vnto the realme might bring , For ripened iudgement , or well seasoned yeeres , With comelines all matters managing , Yet whilst they row , t is Mortimer that steeres , wel might we think the man were worse than blind , That wanted sea-roome , and could rule the wind . 13 To smoothe the path wherein this course was gone , Which as a test might to their actions stand , And giue more full possession of their owne , In being receiued from a soucraine band , Into their bosomes absolutely throwne , Both for the good , and safety of the land : When their proceedings colourd with this care , To the worlds eye so faire an out-side bare . 14 All complement that appertainde to state , By giuing greatnes eu'ry honored rite , To feed those eies that did their houres awaite ; And by all meanes to nourish their delight , That entertaining loue , they welcome hate , And with free bounty equally inuite , A Princes wealth in spending still doth spred , Like to a brooke with many fountaines fed . 15 To Nottingham the Norths emperious eye , Which as a Pharus guardes the goodly soile , And armd by Nature danger to defie , There to repose him safely after toile , Where treason least aduantage might espie , Closely conuaies this great in-valued spoile : That by residing from the publique sight , He might more freely relish his delight . 16 Nine score in checke attending in their court , Whom honored Knighthood knitts in mutuall bands , Men most select , of speciall worth and sort , Much might they doe that haue so many hands , Who payes not tribute to this lordly port ? This hie-rearde Castell eu'ry way commands ; Thus like those Giants gainst great heauen they rise , Which darted Rockes at the emperiall skies . 17 It seemes in him Fame meanes hir power to show , And twixt her wings to beare him through the skies , He might more easly see the things below , Hauing aboue them mounted him so hie , Vnto whose will they meckely seeme to bow , Vnder whose greatnes meaner powers doe ●e : All things concurre with faire succeslefull chance , To raise that man whom Fortune will aduance . 18 Heere all along the flower enameld vales , The siluer . Trent on pearly sand● dooth slide , And to the medowes telling wanton tales , Her Cristall limbs lasciuiously in pride , ( As rauished with the enamored gales , ) with often turnings casts from side to side , As loath she were the sweete soyle to for sake , And cast her selfe into the German lake . 19 Neare whom ; faire Sherwood wildely bent to roue , Twines her loose armes about the flattering Towers , By the milde shadowes of her scattered groue , Lends winter shelter , and giues ' summer bowers , As with the flood in curtesie it stroue , And by repulsing the sharpe Northerne showers : Courts the prowd Castell , who by turning to her , Smiles to behold th' lasciuious wod-nymph wo hir . 20 Who being retirde so strictly to this place , To this faire sted the Princes person drawes , When Fortune seemes their greatnes to embrace , That as a working and especiall cause , Effects each formall ceremonious grace , As by her iust and necessary lawes , That in the towne retaines his kingly seate , With Marches Court the Castle is repleate . 21 Occasiond where , in counsels to debate , And by the king conueniently is met , So soueraigne and magnificent in state , As might all eies vpon his greatnesse set , Prizing his honour at that costly rate , As to the same due reuerence might beget , which as the obiect sundry passions wrought , Stirring strange forms in many a wandring thoght . 22 Could blind ambition find the meanest stay His disproportiond and vaine course to guide , Tassure some safety in that slippery way , Where the most worldly prouident doe slide , Feeling the steep fall threatning sure decay , Besotted in the wantonnesse of pride , The minde assuming absoluter powres , Might checke the fraile mortality of ours . 23 But still in pleasure sitting with excesse , His sauory junkett tasted with delight , Ne're can that glutton appetite suppresse , Where eu'ry dish inuites a licorish sight , Nor hauing much , is his desire the lesle , Till tempted past the compasse of his might , The pampered stomacke more than well suffizde , Casts vp the surfet lately gurmundizde . 24 And when som brook from th' ouer moistned ground By swelling waters prowdly ouer slowd , Stoppeth his ●●rrent , shouldrrth downe his mownd , And from his course dooth quite himselfe vnloade , The bordring meddowes eu'ry where surrownd , Dispersing his owne riches all abroade , Spending the store he was maintained by , Leaues his first channell desolate and dry . 25 When now those few that many teares had spent , And long had wept on murthered Edwards graue , Muttring in corners , grieud , and discontent , And finding some a willing care that gaue , Sti● as they durst , bewraying what they meant , Tending his pride and greatnes to depraue , Vrging withall , what some might iustly do , If things thus borne , were rightly lookt into , 26 Some giue it out , that March by blood to rise , Had cut off Kent , the man might next succeed , And his late treasons falsly did surmise , As a meere colour to this lawlesse deede , That his ambition onely did deuise , In time the royall family to weede , When in account there was but only one , That kept him off from stepping to the throne . 27 And those much busied in the former times , Then credulous that honour was his end , And by the hate they bare to others crimes , Did not his faults so carefully attend , Perceiuing how he desolutely climes , ( Hauing thus brought his purpose to an end ) With a seuere eye now more strictly looke Into the course that his ambition tooke . 28 All fence the tree that serueth for a shade , Whose large growne body doth repulse the winde , Vntill his wastefull branches do inuade , The straighter plants , and them in prison binde , And as a tyrant to the weaker made ; When like a foule deuourer of his kinde , Vnto his roote all put their hands to hew , Whose romth but hinders others that would grow . 29 Thus at his ease whilst he securely sate , And to his will these things assured were , With a wel gouernd and contented fate , Neuer so much freed from suspitious feare , Wel fortifide , and in so good estate , As not admits of danger to be neare , But still we see before a sodaine shower , The sunne shines hotst , and hath the greatest power . 30 Within the Castle hath the Queene deuisde A chamber with choice rarities so frought , As in the same she had imparadizde Almost what man by industrie hath sought , where , with the curious pensill was comprizde , what could with colours by the Arte be wrought , In the most sure place of the Castle there , which she had namde the Tower of Mortimer . 31 An orball forme with pillers small composde , Which to the top like paralels doe beare , Arching the compasse where they were inclosde , Fashioning the faire roofe like the hemisphere , In whose partitions by the lines disposde , All the cleere Northerne Asterismes were In their corporeall shapes with starres inchased , As by th' old Poets they in heauen were placed . 32 About which lodgings , towards the vpper face , Ran a fine bordure circularly led , As equall twixt the hi'st point and the base , That as a Zone the waste ingirdled , That lends the sight a breathing or a space , Twixt things neere view , and those farre ouer head ; Vnder the which the Painters curious skill , In liuely formes the goodly roome did fill . 33 Heere Phoebus clipping Haycinthus stood , whose liues last drops his snowie breast imbrew , The ones teares mixed with the others blood , That shoul't be blood or teares , no sight could view , So mix'd together in a little flood , Yet heere and there they seu'rally with-drew , The pretty wood-nimphs chafing him with balme , To bring the sweete boy from his deadly qualme . 34 With the Gods Lire , his quiuer and his bow , His golden mantle cast vpon the ground , T' expresse whose geiefe , Art euen her best did show , The sledge so shadowed still seem'd to rebound , To counterfet the vigor of the blow , As still to giue new anguish to the wound , The purple flowre sprung from the blood that run , That opneth since , and closeth with the Sun . 35 By which the heyfer Io , Ioues faire rape , Gazing her new tane figure in a brooke , The water shadow'd to obserue the shape , In the same forme that she on it doth looke : So cunningly to clowde the wanton scape , That gazing eyes , the portrature mistooke , By prospectiue deuisde beholding now , This way a maiden , that way ●t seemde a Cow . 36 Swist Mercury like to a Sheepheards boy , Sporting with Hebe by a fountaine brim , with many a sweete glance , many an amorous toy , He sprinckling drops at her , and she at him ; wherein the Painter so explainde their ioy , As though his skill the perfect life could lim ; Vpon whose browes the water hung so cleere , As throgh the drops the faire skin might appeare . 37 And Ciffy Cynthus with a thousand birds , whose freckled plumes adorne his bushy crowne , Vnder whose shadow graze the stragling heards , Out of whose top the fresh springs trembling downe , Dropping like fine pearle through his shaggy beards , With mosse and climing Ivie ouer-growne , The Rocke so liuely done in eu'ry part , As Nature could be paterned by Art . 38 The naked Nimphs some vp and downe descending , Small scattering flowers at one another flung , With nimble turnes their limber bodies bending , Cropping the blooming branches lately sprung , ( Vpon the briers their coloured mantles rending ) Which on the Rockes grew heere and there among ; Some combe their haire , some making garlands by , As with delight might satisfie the eye . 39 There comes prowde Phaeton tumbling through the clowdes , Cast by his Palfraies that their raines had broke , And setting fire vpon the welked shrowdes , Now through the heauen run madding from the yoke , The elements together thrust in crowdes , Both Land and Sea hid in a reeking smoke , Drawne with such life , as some did much desire , To warme themselues , some frighted with the fire . 40 The riuer Po , that him receiuing burnde , His seauen sisters standing in degrees , Trees vnto women seeming to be turnde , As the gods turnde the women into trees , Both which at once so mutually that mournde , Drops from their boughs , or tears fell from their eyes , The fire seemde to be water , water flame , Such excellence in shewing of the same . 41 And to this lodging did the light inuent , That it should first a naturall course reflect , Through a short roome into the window sent , Whence it should come expressiuely direct , Holding iust distance to the lineament , And should the beames proport onably proiect ; And being thereby condensated and graue , To eu'ry figure a sure colour gaue . 42 In part of which , vnder a golden Vine , Whose broad leau'd brauches cou'ting ouer all , Stood a rich bed , spred with this wanton twine , Doubling themselues in their lasciuious fall , Whose rip'ned clus●ers seeming to decline , Whereas among the naked Cupids sprawle , Some at the sundry coloured birds do shute , Some swaruing vp to plucke the purple fruite . 43 On which a Tissue counterpoint was cast , Arachnes web the same did not surpasse , Wherein the story of his fortunes past , In liuely pictures neatly handled was ; How he escap'd the Tower , in France how grac'd , with stones embroyd'red of a wondrous masse ; About the border in a curious fret , Emblems , Empresas , H●●oglifiques set . 44 This flattering calme , congeales that thickned shower , Which the full clowdes of poisnous enuy fed , whose desolution waits th vnhappy hower , To let the fury on his hatefull head , which now was of that violence and power , As his delights yet not imagined , when men suppose in safety most to stand , Then greatest dangers are the neer'st at hand . 45 Yet finding the necessitie is such , To execute what he doth vndertake , And that his crowne it did so neerely tuch , If they too soone his sleeping power awake ; Th' attempt was great , the danger was as much , Must secretly prouide some course to take , By which he might th' enterprise effect , And most offend , where he might least suspect . 46 A deepe blacke caue low in the earth is found , whose duskie entrance like pale Morpheus Cell , with strange Meanders windeth vnder ground , where sooty darkenes euermore doth dwell ; That with such dread and horror doth abound , As might be deemde an entrance into hell ; which Architects to serue the Castell made , Whenas the Dane this Iland did inuade . 47 Now on along this cranckling path doth keepe , Then by a rocke turnes vp another way , Now rising vp , now falling towards the deepe , As the ground leuell , or vnlevell lay ; And now direct , now angular doth creepe , Nor in the course keepes any certaine stay , Till in the Castell in a secret place , He casts the fowle maske from his clowdy face . 48 By which the King with a selected crew , Of such as he with his intent acquainted , And well affected to this action knew , That in reuenge of Edward neuer fainted , And to their vtmost zealously pursue , Such , whose cleere blood no time had euer tainted ; Aduentures now this labirinth t' assay , To rowze the beast which kept them all at bay . 49 What time the Sunne with this day-laboring teames , Is driuing downe vnto the West apace , T'refresh his cauples in the Ocean streames , And coole the feruor glowing in his face , Which now appeares by his hic-coloured beames , To rest him from our Hemisphere a space , Leauing fowle darkenesse to possesse the skies , The fittest times for bloody tragedies . 50 With torches now attempting the sad caue , Which at their entrance seemeth in a fright , At the reflection that the brightnesse gaue , As till that time it neuer saw the light ; Where light and darknesse with the power they haue , Strongly for the preheminence do fight , And each confounding other , both appeare , As to their owne selues they contrary were . 51 The craggy cleeues which crosse them as they go , Make as their passage they would haue denide , And threatning them their iourney to forslow , As angry with the path that was their guide , As they their griefe and discontent would show , Cursing the hand that did them first diuide ; The combrous falls and risings seeme to say , This wicked action could not brooke the day . 52 The gloomy lamps this troope still forward led , Forcing shadowes follow on their backe , Are like the mourners waiting on the dead , And as the deede , so are they vgly blacke ; Hate goes before , confusion followed , The sad portents of blood-shed , and of wracke ; These faint dim-burning lights as all amazed , At those deformed shades whereon they gazed . 53 The clattering armes their maisters seeme to chide , As they would reason wherefore they should wound , And striking with the points from side to side , As though euen angry with the hallow ground , That it this vile and ruthlesse act should hide , whose stony roofe lock'd in their dolefull sound , And hanging in the creekes , draw backe againe , As willing them from murther to refraine . 54 Now waxing late , and after all these things , Vnto her chamber is the Queene withdrawne , To whom a choice Musitian plaies and sings , Reposing her vpon a state of Lawne , In night attire diuinely glittering , As th' approaching of the cheerefull dawne , Leaning vpon the breast of Mortimer , Whose voice more then the musick pleas'd her eare . 55 Where her faire breasts at liberty are let , where violent veines in curious branches flow , where Venus Swans and milkie Doues are set , Vpon the swelling mounts of driuen snow , where Loue whilst he to sport himselfe doth get , Hath lost his course nor findes which way to goe , Inclosed in this Labyrinth about , Where let him wander still , yet ne're get out . 56 Her loose golde haire , O gold , thou arte too base , were it not sinne to name those silke threeds haire , Declining downe to kisse her fairer face , But no word faire enough for thing so faire , O what hie wondrous epethite can grace , Or giue the due praise to a thing so rare ! But where the pen failes , pensill cannot show it , Nor can be knowne vnlesse the mind do know it . 57 She laies those fingers on his manly cheeke , The gods pure Scepters , and the dartes of loue , which with a touch might make a tygre meeke , Or the maine Atlas from his place remoue , So so●t , so feeling , delicate , and sleeke , As Nature ware the lillies for a gloue , As might beget life where was neuer none , And put a spirite into the flinty stone . 58 The fire of precious wood the lights perfume , whose perfect cleerenesse on the painting shone , As eu'ry thing to sweetnes did consume , Or eu'ry thing had sweetnes of it owne , And to it selfe this portrayed did resume , The smell wherewith his naturall is growne , That light gaue colour on each thing it fell , And to the colour the perfume gaue smell . 59 Vpon the sundry pictures they deuise , And from one thing they to another runne , Now they commend that body , then those eyes , How well that bird , how well that flowre was done , Now this part shadowed , and how that doth rise , This top is clouded , and that traile is spunne , The landskip mixtures , and delineatings , And in that Arte a thousand curious things . 60 Looking vpon prowde Phaeton wrapt in fire , The gentle Queene doth much bewaile his fall , But Mortimer more praising his desire , To loose a poore life , or to gouerne all ; And though he did ambitiously aspire , And by his minde is made prowde Fortunes thrall , Yet in despight when she her worst hath done , He perisht in the chariot of the Sunne . 61 The Queene saith Phoebus is much forcde by Arte , Nor can she find how his embraces be , But Mortimer now takes the Painters part , Why thus great Empresse , thus , and thus , quoth he , Thus holdes the boy , thus clips his fainting hart , Thus twine their armes , and thus their lips you sec: You shal be Phoebus , Hyacinthus I , It were a life thus eu'ry houre to die . 62 By this time neere , into the vpper hall , Is rudely entred this disordered rowt , When they within suspecting least of all , Dischargde the guard that should haue watcht without O see how mischiefe sodainely doth fall , And steales vpon vs , being freest from doubt . How ere the life , the end is euer sure , And oft in death fond man is most secure . 63 Whilst his lou'd Neuill , and deere Turrington , Amongst the Ladies that attended there , Relating things that antiently were done , With such discourse as women loue to heare , Staying delight , whilst time so fast doth runne , Thus in the Lobby as they freely were , Chargde on the sodaine by this armed traine , Both in the entrance miserably slaine . 64 As from the snow-crownd Skidos lofty cleeues , Som fleet wingd haggard towards the euening houre , Stooping amongst the More-bred Mallard driues , And th' aire of all her featherd flockes doth skowre , when backe vnto her former pitch she striues , The feely fowle all prostrate to her powre : Such a sharp shreek doth ring through all the vault , Made by the Ladies at the first assault . 65 March now vnarmde ( she onely in his armes , Too faire a shield , not made for fouler blowes ) That least of all exspected these alarmes , And to be thus intrapped by his foes , When he is most improuident of harmes , O , had he had but weapons like his woes , Either his valure had his breath redeemde , Or in her sight dide happily esteemde . 66 Amongst the others looking for the king , In this blacke shew that ( he assures him ) is , Though much disguisde , yet him imagining By the most perfect lineaments of his , Quoth he , the man thee to the Crowne did bring , Might at thy hands the least haue lookt for this , And in this place , vnseeming of the rest , Where onely sacred solitude is blest . 67 Her presence frees th' offender of his ill , And as the essence makes the place diuine , What strong Decree can countermaund the will , That gaue to thee the power that now is thine , And in her armes preseru'd in safety still , As the most pure inuiolable shrine , Though thou thus irreligiously despise , And dar'st profane these halowed liberties . 68 But as when Illion fatally surprisde The Grecians issuing from the woodden horse , Their rage and fury prowdly exercisde , Opening the wide gates , letting in their force , Putting in act what was before deuisde , Without all sence of pitty or remorce , With cries , shreekes , rumors in confused sound , words are broken off , complaints abruptly drownd . 69 Dissolu'd to drops she followes him , O teares , Elixar like turne all to pearle you touch , To weepe with her the building scarce forbeares , The sorrowes that she vttereth are such , Able to wound th' impenitrabl'st eares , Her plaints so piercing , and her woes so much , when with th' abundance words wold hardly come , Her eyes in silence spake when lips were dumbe . 70 Sweete sonne ( quoth she ) let not that blood be spilt , Once prizd so deere as did redeeme thy Crowne , Whose purity if ●ainted now with guilt , The cause thereof efficiently thine owne , That from the ruines of thy country built , ( Razde with dissentions ) thy substantiall throne , And broke those bounds thy kingdomes once confinde , Into large France , to exercise thy minde . 71 For the deere portion of that naturall blood , Which lends thee heate , and nutriment of life , Be not a nigg●rd of so small a good , Where bounty should be plentifully rife , Begg'd on those knees at which thou oft hast stood , In those armes circles might co 〈…〉re this strife , O God! that breath from such a bosome sent , Should thus in vaine be prodigally spent . 72 When in this vproare with the sodaine fright , Whilst eu'ry one for ●afety seekes about , And none regarding ●o preserue the light , Which being wasted sadly goeth out , Now in the midst and terrour of the night , At the departure of this armed rowt , The Queene alone ( at least if any neare ) Her wretched women , yet halfe dead with feare . 73 When horror , darkenes , and her present woe , Begin to worke on her afflicted minde , And eu'ry one his tyranny doth show , Euen in the fulnes of his proper kinde , In such ●x 〈…〉sse her accusations flow , This liberty vnto their power assignde , Racking her conscience by this torture due , It selfe t' accuse with whatsoere it knew . 74 O God , to thinke ( that not an houre yet past ) Her greatnes , freedome , and her hopes so hie , The sweet content wherein her thoughts were placde , Her great respect in eu'ry humbled eye , How now she is abused how disgracde , Her present shame , her after misery , When eu'ry woe could by despaire be brought , Presents his forme to her distracted thought . 75 To London now a wretched prisner led , London where oft he triumpht with the Queene ; And but for spite of no man followed , Scarcely thought on , who had for many beene , Of all regard and state impou'rished , Where in excesse he often had bin seene : Which at his fall doth make them wonder more , Who sawe the pompe wherein he liu'd before . 76 O misery ! where ●nce thou doost infest , How soone thy vile contagion alters kinde , That like a Circe metamorphisest The former habite of the humane minde , That euen from vs doost seeme our selues to wrest , Striking our fraile and fading glories blinde , And with thy vicious presence in a breath , Chain'st vs as slaues vnto pale fainting Death . 77 At Westminster a Parliment decreed , To th' establishing the safetie of the Crowne , Where to his end they finally proceede , All laying hand to dig this mountaine downe , To which Time wills they haue especiall heede , Now whilst the Fates thus angerly doe frowne , The blood of Edward , and the Spensers fall , For their iust vengeance hastily doe call . 78 The death of Kent that foule and loathsome blot , Th' assuming of the Wardes and Liueries , With Ione the Princesse married to the Scot , he summes oft seized to his treasuries , And that by this might well haue beene forgot , The signe at Stanhope to the enemies , Or what else ript from the records of Time , That any way might aggrauate his crime . 79 O dire Reuenge , when thou in time arte rakde , From the r●de ashes which preseru'd thee long , In the dry cindars where it seemde as slakde , Matter to feed it forcde with breath of wrong , How soone his hideous fury is awakde , From the small sparks what flames are quickly sprong , And to that top dooth naturally aspire , Whose weight and greatnes once represt his fire . 80 And what auailes his answer in this case , Which now the time doth generally distast ? Where iudgement lookes with so seuere a face , And all his actions vtterly disgrac'd , What fainting bosome giues him any place , From out the faire seate of opinion cast ? With pen and incke his sorrowes to deceiue , Thus of the faire Queene takes his latest leaue . 81 Most mighty Empresse s'daine not to peruse , The Swan like dirges of a dying man , Vnlike those raptures of the fluent Muse , In that sweete season when our ioyes began , That did my youth with glorious fire infuse , When for thy gloue at Tilt I prowdly ran ; Whereas my start●ing Courser strongly set , Made fire to flie from Hartfords Burgone● . 82 The King your sonne , which hastneth on my death , ( Madam ) you know I tendred as mine owne , And when I might haue grasped out his breath , I set him gently on his fathers throne , Which now his power too quickly witnesseth , Which to this height and maiesty is growne ; But our desert forgot , and he forgiuen , As after death we wish to liue in heauen . 83 And for the sole rule whereon thus he stands , Came bastard William but himselfe on shore , Or borrowed not our fathers conqu'ring hands , Which in the field our ancient ensignes bore , ( Guarded about with our well ordred bands ) Which his prowd Leopards for their safety wore , Raging at Hastings like that ominous Lake , From whose dread waues our glorious name we take 84 Had I beene chargde vpon mine armed horse , As when I came vnto the walles of Gaunt , Before the Belgike and Burgonian force , There challenging , my Countries Combattant , Borne from my seate in some robustious course , That of my spoiles the enemy might vaunt , Or had I falne vnder my battered shield , And lent mine honour to some conquered field . 85 I haue not followed Fortun like a slaue , To make her bounty any whit the lesse , By my desert her iudgement to depraue , Nor lent me aught I freely not confesse , And haue returnd with intrest what she gaue , A minde that suted with her mightinesse , He twice offends which sinne in flattry beares , Yet eu'ry houre he dies that euer feares . 86 I cannot feare what forceth others quake , The times and I haue tuggd together so , Wonting my way through sword and fire to make , So oft constraind against the streame to rowe , To doubt with Death a couenant to make , When I am growne familiar with my woe : And nothing can th' afflicted conscience grieue , But he can pardon , that doth all forgiue . 87 And thus thou most adored in my heart , Whose thoghts in death my humbled sprite doth raise Lady most faire , most deere , of most desart , Worthy of more than any mortall praise , Condemned March , thus lastly doth depart From her , the greatest Empresse of her dayes : Nor in the dust mine honor I interre , Thus Caesar dide , and thus dies Mortimer . 88 To Nottingham this Letter brought vnto her , Which is subscribde with her Emperious stile , Puts her in minde how once that hand did wooe her , With this short thought to please herselfe a while , Thus sorrow can so subtilly vndooe her , That with such flattery doth her sence beguile . To giue a sharper feeling to that paine , Which her grieu'd heart was shortly to sustaine . 89 Putting her fingers to vnrip the seale , Cleaning to keepe those sorrowes from her eyes , As it were loth the tidings to reueale , Whence griefe should spring in such varieties ; But strongly vrg'd doth to her will appeale , When the soft waxe vnto her touch implies , Sticking vnto her fingers bloody red , To shew the bad newes quickly followed . 90 Thus by degrees she easly doth begin , As the small fish plaies with the baited hooke , Then more and more to swallow sorrow in , As threatning death at eu'ry little looke ; Where now she reades th' expences of her sin , Sadly set downe in this blacke dreadfull booke , And those deere summes were like to be desray'd , Before the same were absolutely pay'd . 91 An hoast of woes her suddainely assaile , As eu'ry letter wounded like a dart , As though contending which should most preuaile , Yet eu'ry one doth pierce her to the hart , As eu'ry word did others case bewaile , And with his neighbour seemde to beare a part , Reason of griefe each sentence is to her , And eu'ry line a true remembrancer . 92 Greefe makes her reade , yet straitwaies bids her leaue , With which ore-charg'd she neither sees nor heares , Her sences now their Mistris so deceiue , The words do wound her eyes , the sound her eares , And eu'ry organe of the vse bereaues , When for a fescue she doth vse her teares ; That when some line she loosely ouer-past , The drops do tell her where she left the last . 93 O now she sees , was neuer such a sight , And seeing , curs'd her sorrow-seeing eye , Yet thinkes she is deluded by the light , Or is abusde by the orthography ; And by some other t' is deuisde for spight , Or pointed false , her schollership to try ; Thus when we fondly sooth our owne desires , Our best conceits oft proue the greatest liers . 94 Her trembling hand as in a feauer shakes , Wherewith the paper doth a little stirre , Which she imagines at her sorrow shakes , And pitties it , who she thinkes pitties her , Each small thing somwhat to the greater makes , And to the humor something doth infer ; Which when so soone as she her tongue could free , O worthy Earle , deere loued Lord quoth shee . 95 I will reserue thy ashes in some Vrne , Which as a relique I will onely saue , Mixt with the teares that I for thee shall mourne , Which in my deere breast shall their buriall haue , From whence againe they neuer shall returne , Nor giue the honor to another graue , But in that Temple euer be preserued , Where thou a Saint religiously art serued . 96 When she breakes out to cursing of her sonne , But March so much still runneth in her mind , That she abruptly ends what she begunne , Forgets her selfe , and leaues the rest behind , From this she to another course doth runne , To be reuengde in some notorious kind : To which she deepely doth ingage her troth , Bound by a strong vow and a solemne oth . 97 For pen and incke she calles her maides without , And the kings dealings will in griefe discouer , But soone forgetting what she went about , She now begins to write vnto her louer , Heere she sets downe , and there she blotteth out . Her griefe and passion doe so strongly moue her : When turning backe to reade what she had writ , She teares the paper , and condemnes her wit . 98 And thus with contrarieties araised , As waters chilnesse wakeneth from a swownd , Comes to her selfe , the agony appeased , When colder blood more sharpely feeles the wound , And griefe her so incurably hath seized , That for the same no remedie is found , As the poore refuge to her restlesse woes , This of her griefe she lastly doth dispose . 99 That now vnkinde King as thou art my sonne , Leauing the world , some legacie must giue thee , My harts true loue the dying March hath wonne , Yet that of all I will not quite bereaue thee ; The wrong and mischiefe to thy mother done , I thee bequeathe , so bound that they out liue thee , That as my breast it hourely doth torment , Thou maist enjoy it by my Testament . 100 Henceforth within this solitary place , Abandoning for euer generall sight , A priuate life I willingly embrace , No more rejoycing in the obuious light , To consumate the weary lingering space , Till death inclose me with continuall night : Each small remembrance of delight to flie , A conuertite and penitently die .
Finis .
To the Reader .

SEing these Epistles are now to the world made publike , it is imagined that I ought to be accountable of my priuate meaning , chiefely for mine owne discharge , lest being mistaken , I fall in hazard of a iust and vniuersall reprehension , for : Hae nugae seria ducent In mala derisum semel exceptumque sinistre .

Three points are especially therefore to bee explained . First , why I entitle this worke Englands Heroicall Epistles ; then , why I obserue not the persons dignitie in the dedication ; lastly , why I haue annexed notes to euery Epistles end . For the first , the title I hope carrieth reason in it selfe , for that the most and greatest persons heere in , were English , or else , that their loues were obtained in England . And though ( heroicall ) bee properly vnderstood of demi-gods , as of Hercules and Aeneas , whose parents were said to be , the one celestall , the other mortall , yet is it also transferred to them , who for the greatnesse of minde come neere to Gods . For to bee borne of a celestiall Incubus , is nothing else but to haue a great and mightie spirit , farre aboue the earthly weaknesse of men ; in which sence , Ouid ( whose imitator I partly professe to bee ) doth also vse Heroicall . For the second , seeing none to whom I haue dedicated any two Epistles , but haue their states ouer-matched by them , who are made to speake in the Epistles , howeuer the order is in dedication , yet in respect of their degrees in my deuotion , and the cause before recited , I hope they suffer no disparagement , seeing euery one is the first in their particular interest , hauing in some sort , sorted the complexion of the Epistles to the character of their iudgements to whom I dedicate them , excepting onely the blamefulnes of the persons passion , in those poynts wherin the passion is blamefull . Lastly , such manifest diffrence being betwixt euery one of them , where , or howsoeuer they be marshalled , how can I be iustly appeached of vnaduisement . For the third , because the worke might in trueth be iudged brainish , if nothing but amorous humor were handled therein , I haue enter-wouen matters historicall , which vnexplaned , might defraude the minde of much content , as for example , in Queene Margarites Epistle to William de la Poole , My Daizie flower , which once perfumde the aire ,

Margarite in French signifies a Daizie , which for the allusion to her name , this Queene did giue for her deuise ; and this as others more , haue seemed to me not worthy the explaning .

Now , though no doubt I hadde neede to excuse other things beside , yet these most especially , the rest I ouerpasse to eschue tedious recitall , or to speake as malicious enuy may , for that in trueth I ouersee them . If they be as harmelesly taken , as I meant them , it shall suffice to haue only touched the cause of the title of the Dedications , and of the Notes , whereby emboldned to publish the residue , ( these not being accounted in mens opinions relishlesse ) I shall not lastly be afraide to beleeue and acknowledge thee a gentle Reader .

M. D.
To M. Michaell Drayton . HOw can he write that broken hath his penne ; Hath rent his paper , throwne his incke away ; Detests the world , and company of men , Because they growe more hatefull day by day ? Yet with these broken reliques , mated mind , And what a iustly-grieued thought can say : I giue the world to know , I ne're could find , A worke more like to liue a longer day . Goe Verse , an object for the prowdest eye ; Disdaine those which disdaine to reade thee ouer , Tell them they know not how they should descry , The secret passions of a wirty louer . For they are such , as none but those shall know , Whom Beauty schooles to hold the blind Boies bow . Once I had vowd , ( O who can all vowes keep ? ) Henceforth to smother my vnlucky Muse ; Yet for thy sake she started out of sleepe , Yet now she dies : Then doe as kinsfolkes vse ; Close vp the eyes of my new-dying stile , As I haue op'ned thy sweeet babes ere-while . E. St. Gent. Duris decus omen :
To M. Michaell Drayton . LOng haue I wisht and hopde my weaker Muse , ( In nothing strong but my vnhappy loue ) Would giue me leaue my fortune to approue , And view the world , as named , Poets vse ; But still her fruitlesse bosome doth refuse To blesse me with indifferencie of praise , Not daring ( like to many ) to abuse That title which true worth should onely raise ; Thus bankerout , and despairing of mine owne , I set my wish and hope ( kind friend ) on thee , Whose fruite approu'd , and better fortune knowne , Tells me thy Muse my loues sole heire must be , So barren wombs embrace their neighbors yong , So dumbe men speake by them that haue a tong . Thomas Hassall , Gent.
To M. Michaell Drayton . NOw I perceiue Pithagoras diuinde , When he that mocked Maxim did maintaine , That spirits once spoilde , reuested were againe , Though changde in shape , remaining one in mind ; These loue sicke Princes passionate estates ; Who feeling reades , he cannot but allow , That Ouids soule reuines in Drayton now , Still learnd in loue still rich in rare conceits , This pregnant spirit affecting further skill , Oft altring forme , from vulgar wits retirde , In diuers Ideoms mightily admirde , Did prosecute that sacred study still ; While to a full perfection now attainde , He sings so sweetly that himselfe is stainde . William Alexander-Scotus .
To the excellent Lady Lucie Countesse of Bedford .

MAdam , after all the admired wittes of this excellent age , which haue labored in the sad complaints of faire and unfortunate Rosamond , and by the excellencie of inuention , haue sounded the depth of her sundry passions ; I present to your Ladiship this Epistle of hers to King Henry , whome I may rather call her louer than beloued . Heere must your Ladiship behold variablenes in resolution ; woes constantly grounded ; laments abruptly broken off ; much confidence , no certainty , words begetting teares , teares confounding matter , large complaint● in little papers ; and many deformed cares , in one vniformed Epistle . I striue not to effect singularitie , yet would faine flie imitation , & prostrate mine owne wants to other mens perfections . Your iudiciall eye must model forth what my pen hath layd together , much would shee say to a King , much would I say to a Countesse , but that the method of my Epistle must conclude the modestie of hers , which I wish may recommend my euer vowed seruice to your Honour .

Michaell Drayton .
The Epistle of Rosamond to King Henry the second . The Argument .

Henry the second of that name , King of England , the son of Geffrey Plantaginet , Earle of Anlow , and Mawd the Empresse , hauing by long sute and Princely gifts , won ( to his vnlawfull desire ) faire Rosamond , the daughter of the Lord Walter Clyfford and to auoyde the danger of Ellinor his iealous Queene , had caused a Labyrinth to be made within his Pallace at Woodstocke , in the centre wherof he had lodged his beauteous paramour . Whilest the king is absent in his warres in Normandie , this poore distressed Lady , inclosed in this solitary place , toucht with remorce of conscience , writes to the king of her distresse and miserable estate , vrging him by all meanes and perswasions , to cleere himselfe of this infamie , and her of the griefe of minde , by taking away her wretched life .

IF yet thine eies ( great Henry ) may endure These tainted lines , drawne with a hand impure , Which fain would blush , but feare keeps blushes back , And therefore suted in dispairing black , This in loues name , O that these lips might craue , But that sweete name ( vile I ) prophaned haue , Punish my fault , or pittie mine estate , Reade 〈◊〉 for loue , if not for loue , for hate . If with my shame thine eies thou faine wouldst feed , Heere let them su●feit , on my shame to reede ; This scribled paper which 〈◊〉 send to thee , If noted rightly , doth resemble mee ; As this pure ground , whereon th●se letters stand , So pure was I , er●stained by thy hand ; Ere I was blotted with this foule offence , So cleere and spotlesse was mine innocence , Now like these marks which taint this hatefull scroule , Such the blacke sinnes which spot my l●prous soule . O Henry , why by losse thus shouldst thou win ? To get by conquest ? to enrich with sinne ? Why on my name this slaunder doost thou bring , To make my fault renowmed by a King ? Fame neuer stoopes to things but meane and poore , The more our greatnes , makes our fault the more . Lights on the ground , themselues doe less●n farre , But in the ayre , each small sparke seemes a starre . Why on a womans frailtie wouldst thou lay This subtile plot , mine honour to betray ? Or thy vnlawfull pleasure shouldst thou buy With vile expence of kingly maies●ie ? T' was not my minde consented to this ill , Then had I beene transported by my will : For what my body was inforcde to doe , ( Heauen knowes ) my soule did not consent vnto ; For through mine eyes had she her liking seene , Such as my loue , such had my louer beene . True loue is simple , like his mother Truth , Kindly affection , youth to loue with youth ; No sharper corsiue to our blooming yeeres , Then the colde badge of winter-blasted haires . Thy kingly power makes to withstand thy foes , But canst not keepe backe age , with Time it growes , Though honour our ambitious sex doth please , Yet in that honour , age a foule disease , Nature hath her free course in all , and then , Age is alike in Kings , and other men , Which all the world will to my shame impute , That I my selfe did basely prostitute ; And say that gold was fuell to the fire , Gray haires in youth not kindling greene desire . O no ; that wicked woman wrought by thee , My tempter was to that forbidden tree , That subtile Serpent , that seducing deuill , Which bade me taste the fruit of good and euill ; That Circe , by whose magicke I was charmd , And to this monstrous shape am thus transform'd , That viperous hag , the foe to her owne kinde , That wicked spirite vnto the weaker minde ; Our frailtes plague , our natures only curse , Hels deepst damnation , the worst euills worse . But Henry , how canst thou affect me thus , T' whom thy remembrance now is odious ? My haplesse name , with Henries name I found , Cut in the glasse with Henries Diamond , That glasse from thence faine would I take away ; But then I feare the aire would me betray ; Then doe I striue to wash it out with teares , But then the same more euident appeares . Then doe I couer it with my guilty hand , Which that names witnes doth against me stand ; Once did I sinne , which memory doth cherrish , Once I offended , but I euer perrish . What griefe can be , but time doth make it lesse ? But infamie time neuer can suppresse . Sometimes to passe the tedious irkesome houres , I climbe the toppe of Woodstockes mounting towres , Where in a Turret secretly I lie , To view from farre such as doe trauell by , Whether ( me thinkes ) all cast their eies at mee , As through the stones my shame did make them see , And with such hate the harmelesse walls doe view , As vnto death their eies would me pursue . The married women curse my hatefull life , Which wrong a lawfull bed , a Queene , a wife ; The maidens wish I buried quicke may die , The loathsome staine to their virginitie . Well knewst thou what a monster I would be When thou didst build this Labyrinth for me , Whose strange Meanders turning euery way , Be like the course wherein my youth did stray ; Onely a Clue to guide me out and in , But yet still walke I circular in sin . As in the Ta●ras heere this other day , My maide and I did passe the time away , Mongst many pictures which we passed by , Theseely gerle at length hapt to espie Chaste Lucrece picture , and desires to knowe , What she should be herselfe that murdred so ? Why getle ( quoth I ) this is that Roman Dame , Not able then to tell the rest for shame , My tongue doth mine owne guiltinesse betray ; With that I send the pratling girle away , Lest when my lisping guilty tongue should hault , My lookes should be the index to my fault . As that life blood which from the heart is sent , In beauties field pitching his crimson Tent , In lonely sanguine sutes the Lillie cheeke , Whilst it but for a resting place doth seeke ; And changing often-times with sweete delight , Conuerts the white to red , the red to white . The louely blush the palenesse doth distaine ; The palenesse makes the blush more faire againe ; Thus in my breast a thousand thoughts I carry , Which in my passion diuersly do vary . Whenas the Sunne hales towards the Westerne slade , And the trees shadowes three times greater made , Forth goe I to a little current neere , Which like a wanton traile creepes heere and there , Wherewith mine angle casting in my baite , The little fishes ( dreading the deceit ) With fearefull nibbling flie th' inticing gin , By nature taught what danger lies therein . Things reasonlesse thus warnde by nature be , Yet I deuour'd the baite was laid for me ; Thinking thereon , and breaking into grones , The bubling spring which trips vpon the stones , Chides me away , lest sitting but too nie , I should pollute that natiue puritie . Rose of the world , so doth import my name , Shame of the world , my life hath made the same . And to th' vnchaste this name shall giuen be , Of Rosamond , deriu'd from sinne and me . The Cliffords take from me that name of theirs , Famous for vertue many hundred yeeres . They blot my birth with hatefull bastardie , That I sprang not from their nobilitie ; They my alliance vtterly refuse , Nor will a strumpet shall their name abuse . Heere in the garden wrought by curious hands , Naked Diana in the fountaine stands , With all her Nimphes got round about to hide her , As when Acteon had by chance espide her ; This sacred Image I no sooner view'd , But as that metamorphosde man pursu'd By his owne hounds ; so by my thoughts am I , Which chase me still , which way so ere I flie . Touching the grasse , the honny-dropping dew , Which falls in teares before my limber shue , Vpon my foote consumes in weeping still , As it would say , why wentst thou vnto ill ? Thus to no place in safetie can I goe . But euery thing doth giue me cause of woe . In that faire Casket of such wondrous cost , Thou sentst the night before mine honor lost Amimone was wrought , a harmelesse maide , By Neptune that adult'rous God betraide ; She prostrate at his feete begging with praiers , Wringing her hands , her eyes swolne vp with teares ; This was not the entrapping baite of men , But by thy vertue gentle warning then ; To shew to me for what intent it came , Lest I therein should euer keepe my shame . And in this Casket ( ill I see it now ) What Ioues loue I-o , turnde into a Cow . Yet was she kept with Argus hundred eyes , So wakefull stil● be Iunoes jealousies : By this I well might haue forewarned beene , T' haue cleerde my selfe to thy suspecting Queene , Who with more hundred eyes at endeth mee , Then had poore Argus single eyes to see . In this thou rightly imitatest Ioue , Into a beast thou hast transformde thy loue . Nay , worser farre , ( degenerate from kinde ) A monster , both in body and in minde . The waxen taper which I burne by night , With his dull vapory dimnesse mocks my sight , As though the dampe which hinders his cleere flame , Came from my breath , in that night of my shame , When it did burne as darknesse vgly eye , When shot the starre of my v●ginitie , And if a starre but by the glasse appeare , I strait intreat it not to looke in heere ; I am already hatefull to the light , It is enough betray me not to night . Then sith my shame so much belongs to thee , Rid me of that by onely murdering mee ; And let it iustly to my charge be laide , Thy royall person I would haue betraide ; Thou shalt not neede by circumstance t' accuse me , If I deny it , let the heauens refuse me . My life 's a blemish which doth clowd thy name , Take it away , and cleere shall shine thy fame . Yeelde to my sute , if euer pittie moou'd thee , In this shew mercy , as I euer lou'd thee .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Well knewst thou what a monster I would bee , When thou didst build this Labyrinth for mee .

IN the Cretean Labyrinth a monster was inclosed , called a Minotaur , the history whereof is well knowne , but the Labyrinth was framed by Daedalus , with so many 〈…〉 icate waies , that being entred , one could either hardly or neuer return , being in maner of a maze , saue that it was larger , the waies being walld in on euery side , out of the which Theseus by Ariadnes helpe ( lending him a clu● of thrid ) escaped . Some report that it was a house , hauing one halfe bene●th the ground , another aboue , the chamber doores therin so deceitfully enwrapped , and made to open so many wais , that it was held a matter almost impossible to return .

Some haue held it to haue beene an Allegory of mans life , true it is that the comparison wil hold , for what liker to a Labyrinth then the maze of life ? But it is affirmed by antiquity , that there was indeede such a building , though Daedalus being a 〈◊〉 applied to the workmans excellencie , make it suspected : for Daedalus is nothing else but engenious , or artificiall . Heereupon it is vsed among the antient Poets , for any thing curiously wrought .

Rosamonds Labyrinth , whose ruins together with her well being paued with square stone in the bottome , & also her Tower from which the Labirinth did run , ( are yet remaining ) was altogether vnder ground , being vaults arched & walld with brick & stone , almost inextricably wound one within another , by which if at any time her lodging were laid about by the Queene , she might easly auoid perill imminent , & if need be , by secret issues take the aire abroad , many furlongs round about Woodstock in Oxfordshire , wherin it was situated . Thus much for Rosamonds labirinth . Whose strange Meanders turned euery way .

Meander is a riuer in Lycia , a prouince of Natolia , or Asia minor , famous for the sinuosity & often turning thereof , rising from certaine hills in Maeonia , heerevpon are intricate turnings by a transumtiue & metonimicall kind of speech , called Meanders , for this Riuer did so strangely path it selfe , that the foote seemed to touch the head . Rose of the world , so doth import my name , Shame of the world , my lise hath made the same .

It might be reported , how at Godstow , where this Rose of the world was sumptuously interted , a certaine Bishop in the visitation of his Diocesse , caused the monument which had bin erected to her honour , vtterly to be demolished , but be that seuere chastisement of Rosamond then dead , at this time also ouer-passed , lest she should seeme to be the Shame of the world .

Henry to Rosamond . WHen first the Post arriued at my Tent , And brought the letters Rosamond had sent , Thinke from his lips but what sweete comfort came , When in mine eare he softly breath'd thy name , Straight I enioyne him of thy health to tell , Longing to heare my Rosamond did well ; With new enqui●ies then I cut him short , When of the same he gladly would report , That with the earnest haste my tongue oft trips , Catching the words halfe spoke out of his lips : This told , yet more I vrge him to reueale , To loose no time while I vn●ipt the seale . The more I reade , still do I erre the more , As though mistaking somewhat said before . Missing the point , the doubtfull sence is broken , Speaking againe , what I before had spoken , Still in a swound , my heart reuiues and faints , Twixt hopes , dispaires , twixt smiles and deepe complaints . As these sad accents sort in my desires , Smoothe calmes , rough storms , sharp frosts , & raging 〈…〉 es , Put on with boldnes , and put back with feares , My tongue with curses , when mine eyes with teares . O how my hart at that blacke line did tremble ! That blotted paper should thy selfe resemble ; O were there paper but neere halfe so white ! The Gods thereon their sacred lawes would write With pens of Angells wings , and for their ●●ke , That heauenly Nactar , their immortall drinke . Maiesticke courage striues to haue supprest This fearefull passion stird vp in my breast ; But still in vaine the same I go about , My hart must breake within , or woe breakes out , Am I at home pursu'd with priuate hate , And war comes raging to my pallace gate ? Is meager ●nuie stabbing at my throne , Treason attending when I walke alone ? And am I branded with the curse of Rome , And stand condemn'd by dreadfull counsels dombe ? And by the pride of my rebellious sonne , Rich Normandie with Armies ouer-runne ? Fatall my birth , vnfortunate my life , Vnkinde my children , most vnkind my wife . Griefe , cares , old age , suspition to torment me , Nothing on earth to quiet or content me , So many woes , so many plagues to finde , Sicknes of body , discontent of minde ; Hopes left , helpes reft , life wrong'd , ioy interdicted , Banish'd , distress'd , forsaken and afflicted , Of all reliefe hath fortune quite bereft me ? Onely my loue vnto my comfort left me , And is one beautie thought so great a thing , To mittigate the sorrowes of a King ? Barr'd of that choise the vulgar often proue , Haue we ( then they ) lesse priuiledge in loue ? Is it a King , the wofull widdow heares ? Is it a King dries vp the Orphans teares ? Is it a King regards the Clyants cry ? Giues life to him by law condemnd to die ? Is it his care the Common-wealth that keepes , As doth the Nurse her babie whilst it sleepes ? And that poore king , of all those hopes preuented , Vnheard , vnhelp'd , vnpittied , vnlamented , Yet let me be with pouertie opprest , Of earthly blessings rob'd , and dispossest , Let me be scornde , reiected and reuilde , From Kingdome , Country , and from Court exilde ; Let the worlds curse vpon me still remaine , And let the last bring on the first againe : All miseries that wretched man may wound , Leaue for my comfort , onely Rosamond ; For thee swift Time her speedie course doth stay , At thy command the Destinies obay ; Pittie is dead that comes not from thine eyes , And at thy feete , euen mercy prostrate lies : If I were feeble , rheumatike , or cold , These were true signes that I were waxed old ; But I can march all day in massie steele , Nor yet my armes vnweldy weight do feele , Nor wak'd by night with bruise or bloody wound , The tent my bed , no pillow but the ground : For very age had I laine bedred long , One smile of thine againe could make me yong . Were there in Art a power but so diuine , As is in that sweete Angel-tongue of thine , That great Enchantresse which once tooke such pains , To force young blood in Aesons witherd veines , And from groues , mountaines , and the moorish Fen , Vs'd all the hearbes ordainde to vse of men , And in the powerfull potion that she makes , Puts blood of men of birds , of beasts , of snakes , Neuer had needed to haue gone so farre , To seeke the soiles where all those simples are , One accent from thy lips , the blood more warmes , Then all her philters , exorcismes and charmes . Thy presence hath repaired in one day , What many yeeres and sorrowes did decay , And made fresh beauties fairest branches spring , From wrinkled furrowes of times ruining . Euen as the hungry winter-starued earth , When she by nature labours towards her birth , Still as the day vpon the darke world creepes , One blossome forth after another peepes , Till the small flower whose roote is now vnbound , Gets from the frostie prison of the ground , Spreading the leaues vnto the powerfull noone , Deck'd in fresh colours , smiles vpon the sunne . Neuer vnquiet care lodg'd in that breast , Where but one thought of Rosamond did rest ; Nor thirst , nor trauaile , which on warre attend , E're brought the long day to desired end ; Nor yet did pale Feare , or leane Famine liue , Where hope of thee did any comfort giue , Ah what iniustice then is this of thee That thus the guiltlesse doost condemne for me ? When onely she ( by meanes of my offence ) Redeemes thy purenesse , and thy innocence , When to our wills perforce obey they must , That iust in them , what e're in vs vniust , Of what we doe , not them account we make , The fault craues pardon for th' offenders sake , And what to worke a Princes will may merit , Hath deepst impression in the gentlest spirite ; I ft be my name that dooth thee so offend , No more my selfe shall be mine owne names friend , And ●ft be that which thou doost onely hate , That name , in my name , lastly hath his date . Say t is accu●st , and fatall , and dispraise it , If written , blot it , if engrauen , raze it . Say that of all names t is a name of woe , Once a Kings name , but now t is not so . And when all this is done , I know ●will grieue thee , And therfore ( sweet ) whie should I now belieue thee ? Nor shouldst thou thinke those eies with enuie lower , Which passing by thee , gaze vp to thy tower ; But rather praise thine owne which be so cleere , Which from the Turret like two staires appeare ; Aboue the sunne dooth shine , beneath thine eie , Mocking the heauen to make another skie , The little streame which by thy tower dooth glide , Where oft thou spendst the wearie euening tide , To view thee well his course would gladly stay , As loath from thee to part so soone away ; And with salutes thy selfe would gladly greete , And offer vp those small drops at thy feete , But finding that the enuious banks restraine it , T' excuse it selfe , doth in this sort complaine it , And therefore this sad bubling murmure keepes , And in this sort within the channell weepes . And as thou doost into the water looke , The fish which see thy shadow in the brooke , Forget to feede , and all amazed lie , So daunted with the lustre of thine eie . And that sweet name which thou so much dost wrong In time shal be some famous Poets song ; And with the very sweetnes of that name , Lions and tygers men shall learne to tame . The carefull mother from her pensiue breast , With Rosamond shall bring her babe to rest ; The little birds , ( by mens continuall sound ) Shall learne to speake , and pr 〈…〉 le Rosamond . And when in Aprill they beginne to sing , Wi●h Rosamond shall welcome in the spring ; And she in whom all ra●ities are found , Shall still be said to be a Rosamond . The little flowers which dropping honied dew , Which ( as thou writst ) doe weepe vpon thy shue , Not for thy fault ( sweet Rosamond ) doe moane , But weepe for griefe that thou so soone art gone , For if thy foote ●uch Hemlocke as it goes , That Hemlocke's made more sweeter than the Rose , Of Ioue or Neptune how they did betray , Nor speake of I●o , or Amimone , when she for whome Ioue once became a Bull , Comparde with thee , had beene a tawny trull ; He a white Bull , and she a whiter Cow , Yet he , nor she , neere halfe so white as thou . Long since ( thou knowst ) my care prouided for To lodge thee safe from iealous Ellenor , The labyrinths conueyance guides thee so , ( Which only Vaghan , thou , and I doe know ) If she doe guard thee with a hundred eies , I haue an hundred sub●ile Mercuries , To watch that Argus which my loue doth keepe , Vntill eie , after eie , fall all to sleepe . Those starres looke in by night , looke in to see , Wondring what starre heere on the earth should be . As oft the Moone amidst the silent night , Hath come to ioy vs with her friendly light , And by the curtaine helpt mine eie to see What 〈◊〉 night and darkenes hid from mee ; When I haue wisht that she might euer sta● , And other worl 〈…〉 might still enioy the day : What should I say ? words , ●eares , and sighs be spent , And want of 〈◊〉 doth further helps preuent : My campe r●sounds with fearefull shockes of warre , Yet in my breast the worser conflicts are ; Yet is my signall to the battels sound , The blessed name of beauteous Rosamond . Accursed be that heart , that tongue , that breath , Should thinke , should speake , or whisper of thy death . For in one smile , or lower from thy sweete eie , Consists my life , my hope , my victorie . Sweet Woodstocke , where my Rosamond doth rest , Blessed in her , in whom thy King is blest ; For though in France a while my body be , ( Sweete Paradice ) my heart remaines in thee .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Am I at home pursued with priuate hate , And warre comes raging to my Pallace gate ?

RObert erle of Leicester , who took part with yong king Henry , entred into England with an armie of 3000. Flemmings , and spoild the countries of Norsfolk and Susfolke , being succored by many of the Kings priuate enimies . And am I branded with the curse of Rome ?

King Henry the second , the first Plantaginet , accused for the death of Tho. Becket , archbishop of Canterbury , staine in the cathedrall church , was accursed by Pope Alexander , although hee vrgde sufficient proofe of his innocencie in the same , and offered to take vpon him any penance , so he might escape the curse and interdiction of the Realme . And by the pride of my rebellious sonne , Rich Normandie with armies ouer-runne .

Henry the yong K. whom king Henry had caused to be crowned in his life ( as he hoped ) both for his owne good and the good of his Subiects , which indeed turned to his owne sorow , and the trouble of the Realme , for he rebelled against him , and raising a power , by the meanes of Lewes king of France , and William K : of Scots , who tooke part with him , inuaded Normandie . Vnkinde my children , most vnkinde my wise :

Neuer king more vnfortunate then K : Henry , in the disobedience of his children : first Henry , then G●ssrey , then Richard , then Iohn , all at one time or other , first or last , vnnaturally rebelled against him ; then the iealousie of Elinor his Qu. who suspected his loue to Rosamond , which grieuous troubles the deuout of those times attributed to happen to him iustly , for refusin : to take on him the gouernment of Ierusalem , offred to him by the patriarke there ; which country was mightily afflicted by the Souldane . Which onely Vaghan , thou , and I doe know .

This Vaghan was a Knight whom the King exceedingly loued , who kept the Pallace at Woodstocke , and much of the Kings iewels and treasure , to whom the King committed many of his secretes , and in whom he reposed such trust , that he durst commit his loue vnto his charge .

King Iohn to Matilda . The Argument .

After that King Iohn had assayed by all meanes possible , to win the faire and chaste Matilda , to his vnchaste and vnlawful bed and by vniust courses & false accusation had banished the Lord Robert Fitzwater her noble Father , and many other of his alies , who iustly withstood the desire of this wanton King , seeking the dishonour of his faire and vertuous daughter ; this chaste Lady , still solicited by this lasciuious King , flies vnto Dunmow in Essex , where in a Nunnery she becomes a Nunne , whether the King ( stil persisting in his sute ) solicites her by his Epistle ; her reply confirmes her vowed and inuincible chastitie , making knowne to the King her pure vnspotted thoughts .

WHen these my Letters come vnto thy view , Think them not forcde , or faind , or strange , or new , Thou knowst no way , no means , no course exempted , Left now vnsought , vnproou'd , or vnattempted , All rules , regardes , all secret helps of Art , What knowledge , wit , experience can impart ; And in the olde worlds Ceremonies doted , Good daies for loue , times , houres and minutes noted ; And where Arte left , loue teacheth more to finde , By signes in presence to expresse the minde . Oft hath mine eie tolde thine eie , beauty grieu'd it , And begd but for one looke to haue relieu'd it , And still with thine eies motion , mine eie mou'd , Labouring for mercy , telling how it lou'd . If blusht , I blusht , thy cheeke pale , pale was mine , My red , thy red , my whitenesse answered thine ; If sigh'd , I sigh'd , alike both passion proue , But thy sigh is for griefe , my sigh for loue ; If a word past , that insufficient were . To help that word , mine eies let forth a teare , And if that teare did dull or senslesse proue , My heart would fetch a sigh , to make it moue . Oft in thy face , one fauour from the rest I singled forth , that likes my fancie best ; This likes me most , another likes me more , A third exceeding both those likde before ; Then one that doth deriue all wonder thence , Then one whose rarenes passeth excellence . Whilst I behold thy Globe like rowling eie , Thy louely cheeke ( me thinks ) stands smiling by And tells me , those but shadowes and supposes , And bids me thether come and gather Roses ; Looking on that , thy brow dooth call to mee To come to it , if wonders I will see : Now haue I done , and now thy dimpled chinne Againe doth tell me I but new beginne , And bids me yet to looke vpon thy lip , Lest wondring least , the greatst I ouerslip ; My gazing eie , on this and this doth sease , Which surffets , yet cannot desire appease . Then like I browne , ( O louely browne thy haire ) Onely in brownenesse , beauty dwelleth there . Then loue I blacke , thine eye , ball blacke as jet , Then cleere , that ball is there in cristall set , Then white , but snow , nor swan , nor yuorie please , Then are thy teeth more whiter then all these ; In browne , in blacke , in purenes , and in white , All loue , all sweetes , all rarenes , all delight ; Thus thou vile thiefe , my stolne hart hence doost carry , And now thou fliest into a Sanctuary ; Fie peeuish gerle , ingratefull vnto Nature , Did she to this end frame thee such a creature , That thou her glory shouldst increase thereby , And thou aloue doost scorne societie ? Why , heauen made beauty like herselfe to view , Not to be lockt vp in a smoaky mew , A rosie-tainted feature is heauens gold , Which all men ioy to touch , all to behold . It was enacted when the world begunne , That so rare beauty should not liue a Nunne . But if this vow thou needes wilt vndertake , O were mine armes a Cloister for thy sake , Still may his paines for euer be augmented , This superstition that at first inuented , I●l might he thriue , that brought this custome hether , That holy people might not liue together . A happy time , a good world was it then , When holy women liu'd with holy men ; But kings in this yet priuiledgde may be , I le be a Monke , so I may liue with thee . Who would no 〈…〉 se to ring the mornings knell , When thy sweet lips might be the sacring bell ? Or what is he not willingly would fast , That on those lips might feast his lips at last ? Who vnto Mattens early would not rise , That might reade by the light of thy faire eies ? On worldly pleasures who would euer looke , That had thy curles his beades , thy browes his booke ? Wert thou the crosse , to thee who would not creepe ? And wish the crosse , still in his armes to keepe . Sweet gerle , I le take this holy habite on mee , Of meere deuotion that is come vpon me , Holy Matilda , thou the Saint of mine , I le be thy seruant , and my bed thy shrine . When I doe offer , be thy breast the Altare , And when I pray thy 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 shall be my Psalter . The beades that we will bid shal be sweet kisses , Which we will number , if one pleasure misses , And when an Auie comes to say Amen , We will beginne , and tell them o're againe , Now all good fortune giue me happy thrift , As I should ioy t'absol●e thee after shrift . But see how much I doe my selfe beguile , And doe mistake thy meaning all this while , Thou tookst this vow to equall my desire Because thou wouldst haue me to be a Frier , And that we two should comfort one another , A holy sister , and a holy brother , Thou as a Votresse vnto me alone , Shee is most chaste that s but enioyd of one , Yea , now thy true deuotion doe I finde , And sure in this I much commend thy minde , Else heere thou doost but ill ensample giue , And in a Nunry thus thou shouldst not liue . Is t possible the house that thou art in Should not be tucht , ( though with a veniall sin ) When such a she-priest comes her masse to say , Twenty to one they all forget to pray ? Well may we wish they would their hearts amend , When we be witnesse that their eyes offend , All creatures haue desires , or else some lie , Let them thinke so that will , so will not I. Doost thou not thinke our ancestors were wise , That these religious Cels did first deuise ? As Hospitalls were for the sore and sicke , These for the crook'd , the hault , the stigmaticke , Lest that their seede mark'd with deformitie , Should be a blemish to posteritie . Would heau'n her beautie should be hid from sight , Nere would she thus her selfe adorne with light , With sparkling lamps ; nor would she paint her throne , But she delighteth to be gaz'd vpon : And when the golden glorious Sunne goes downe , Would she put on her star-bestudded crowne , And in her masking sute the spangled skie , Come forth to bride it in her reuelrie , And gaue this gift to all things in creation , That they in this should imitate her fashion . All things that faire , that pure , that glorious beene , Offer themselues of purpose to be seene ; In sinks and vaults , the vgly toades do dwell , The diuels since most vgly , they in hell : Our mother Earth , nere glorious in her fruite , Till by the Sunne clad in her Tinsell sute . Nor doth she euer smile him in the face , Till in his glorious armes he her embrace ; Which proues she hath a soule , sence , and delight Of generations feeling appetite . Well hypocrite ( in faith ) wouldst thou confesse , What ere thy tongue say , thy hart saith no lesse . Note but this one thing , ( if naught else perswade ) Nature , of all things male , and female made , Shewing her selfe in our proportion plaine , For neuer made she any thing in vaine ; For as thou art , should any haue beene thus , She would haue left ensample vnto vs . The Turtle that 's so true and chaste in loue , Shewes by her mate something the spirit doth moue ; Th' arabian bird that neuer is but one , Is onely chaste , because she is alone : But had our mother Nature made them two , They would haue done as Doues & Sparrowes doe ; But therefore made a Martire in desire , And doth her pennance lastly in the fire ; So may they all be rosted quicke that bee Apostataes to Nature , as is she . Finde me but one so young , so faire , so free , ( Woode , sude & sought , by him that now seekes thee ) But of thy minde , and heere I vndertake , Strait to erect a Nunry for her sake ; O hadst thou tasted of these rare delights , Ordainde each where to please great Princes sights , To haue their beauties and their wits admirde , ( Which is by nature of your sexe desirde ) Attended by our traines , our pompe , our port , Like Gods adorde abroad , kne●●d to in Court , To be saluted with the cheerefull cry , Of highnes , grace , and soueraigne maiestie ; But vnto them that know not pleasures price , Al 's one , a prison , and a Paradice . If in a dungeon , closde vp from the light , There is no difference twixt the day and night , Whose pallate neuer tasted daintie cates , Thinkes homely dishes princely delicates . Alas poore girle , I pitty thine estate , That now thus long hast liu'd disconsolate ; Why now at length let yet thy hart relent , And call thy father backe from banishment ; And with those princely honours heere inuest him , That aukward loue , not hate hath dispossest him . Call from exile , thy deere alies and friends , To whom the fury of my griefe extends ; And if thou take my counsaile in this case , I make no doubt thou shalt haue better grace , And leaue the Dunmow , that accursed Cell , There let blacke night and melancholie dwell ; Come to the Court , where all ioyes shall receiue thee , And till that howre , yet with my griefe I leaue thee .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie .

THis Epistle of King Iohn to Matilda , is much more poeticall then historicall , making no mention at al of the occurrents of the time , or state , touching onely his loue to her , and the extreamitie of his passions forced by his desires , rightly fashioning the humor of this king , as hath bin truely noted by the most authnticall Writers ; whose nature and disposition is truliest discerned in the course of his loue ; first iesting at the ceremonies of the seruices of those times , then going about by all strong and probable arguments , to reduce her to pleasures and delights ; next with promises of honour , which he thinketh to be last and greatest meane , and to haue greatest power in her sexe , with promise of calling home of her friends , which he thought might be a great inducement to his desires .

Matilda to King John . NO sooner I receiu'd thy letters here , Before I knew from whom , or whence they were But suddaine feare my bloodlesse veines doth fill , As though diuining of some future ill : And in a shiuering extasie I stood , A chilly coldnesse runnes through all my blood ; Opening thy letters , I shut vp my rest , And let strange cares into my quiet breast , As though thy hard vnpittying hand had sent me , Some new deuised torture to torment me ; Well had I hop'd , I had beene now forgot , Cast out with those things thou remembrest not : And that prowd beautie which enforst me hether , Had with my name now perished together : But O ( I see ) our hoped good deceiues vs , But what we would forgoe , that seldome leaues vs ; Thy blamefull lines bespotted so with sin , Mine eyes would clense , ere they to reade begin . But I to wash an Indian go about , For ill so hard set on , is hard got out . I once determinde still to haue beene mute , Onely by silence to refell thy sute , But this againe did alter mine intent , For some will say , that silence doth consent : Desire , with small encouraging growes bold , And Hope , of euery little thing takes hold . I set me downe at large to write my minde , But now , nor pen , nor paper can I finde ; For dread and passion , are so powerfull o're me , That I discerne not things that stand before me : Finding the pen , the paper , and the waxe , This at command , and now inuention lacks ; This sentence serues , and that my hand out-strikes , That pleaseth well , and this as much mislikes , I write , indite , I point , I raze , I quote , I enterline , I blot , correct , I note ; I hope , dispaire , take courage , faint , disdaine , I make , alleadge , I imitate , I faine : Now thus it must be , and now thus , and thus , Bold , shame-fac'd , fearelesse , doubtfull , timorous ; My faint hand writing , when my full eye reedes , From euery word strange passion still proceedes . O! when the soule is fettered once in wo , T' is strange what humors it doth force vs to ; A teare doth drowne a teare , sigh , sigh doth smother , This hinders that , that interrupts the other : Th' ouer-watched weaknesse of a sicke conceit , Is that which makes small beautie seeme so great , Like things which hid in troubled waters lie , Which crook'd , seem straight , if straight , seem contrary : And thus our vaine imagination shewes it , As it conceiues it , not as iudgement knowes it , ( As in a Mirrhor , if the same be true ) Such as your likenes , iustly such are you : But as you change your selfe , it changeth there , And shewes you as you are , not as you were ; And with your motion doth your shadow moue , If frowne or smile ; such the conceit of loue . Why tell me , is it possible the minde A forme in all deformitie should finde ? Within the compasse of mans face we see , How many sorts of seuerall fauours be ; And that the chin , the nose , the brow , the eye , If great , if small flat , sharpe , or if awry , Alters proportion , altereth the grace , And makes a mighty difference in the face ; And in the world , scarce two so likely are , One with the other which if you compare , But being set before you both together , A iudging sight doth soone distinguish either . How woman like a weaknesse is it then ? O what strange madnesse so possesseth men ! Bereft of sence ; such sencelesse wonders seeing , Without forme , fashion , certaintie , or being ? For which so many die to liue in anguish , Yet cannot liue , if thus they should not languish ; That comfort yeeldes not , and yet hope denies not , A life that liues not , and a death that dies not ; That hates vs most , when most it speakes vs faire , Doth promise all things , alwaies paies with aire , Yet sometime doth our greatest griefe appease , To double sorrow after little ease . Like that which thy lasciuious will doth craue , Which if once had , thou neuer more canst haue ; Which if thou get , in getting thou doost waste it , Taken , is lost , and perrish'd if thou hast it ; Which if thou gain'st , thou ne're the more hast wonne , I loosing nothing , yet a 〈…〉 quite vndone ; And yet of that , if that a King depraue me , No King restores , though he a kingdome gaue me . Doost thou of father and of friends depriue me ? And tak'st thou from me all that heauen did giue me ? What Nature claimes by blood , alies or neerenesse , Or friendship challenge , by regard or deerenesse . Mak'st me an Orphan ere my father die , A wofull widdow in virginitie ? Is thy vnbrideled lust the cause of all ? And now thy flattering tongue bewailes my fall . The dead mans graue with fained teares to fill , So the deuouring Crocodile doth kill , To harbor hate in shew of sweetest things , So in the Rose the poisned serpent stings . To lurke farre off , yet lodge destruction by , The Basiliske doth poison with the eye ; To call for aide , and then to lie in wait , So the Hiena murthers by deceit ; By sweete inticements , suddaine death to bring , So from the rockes th' alluring Mir-maides sing ; In greatest wants , t' inflict the greatest woe , This is the vtmost tyranny can doe . But where ( I see ) the tempest thus preuailes , What vse of ankors , or what neede of sailes ? Aboue vs blustring windes and dreadfull thunder , The waters gape for our destruction vnder ; Heere on this side the furious billowes flie , There rocks , there sands , & dang'rous whirl-poole lie . Is this the meane that mightinesse approues ? And in this sort do Princes woo their loues ? Mildenesse would better sute with maiestie , Then rash reuenge and rough seueritie . O in what safety Temperance doth rest , Obtaining harbor in a soueraigne breast . Which if so praisefull in the meanest men , In powerfull Kings , how glorious is it then ? Alas , and fled I hether from my so , That innocence should be betraied so ? Is Court and Country both her enemy , And no place found to shrowd in chastitie ? Each house for lust a harbour , and an Inne , And euery Cittie a receite for sinne ; And all do pittie beautie in distresse , If beautie chaste , then onely pittilesse , Thus is she made a tempting stale to lust , Or vnreleeued , nedsly perrish must . Lasciuious Poets which abuse the truth , Which oft teach age to sinne , infecting youth , For the vnchaste make trees & stones to mourne , Or as they please , to other shapes do turne : Cinyras daughter , whose incestuous minde , Made her wrong Nature and dishonour Kinde ; Long since by them is turnde into a Mir , Whose dropping liquor euer weepes for her ; And in a fountaine , Biblis doth deplore Her fault so vile and monsterous before : Silla , which once her father did betray , Is now a bird , ( if all be true they say . ) Shee that with Phoebus did the foule offence , Now metamorphosde into frankencense . Other , to flowers , to odors , and to gumme , At least Ioues leman is a starre become ; And more ; they faine a thousand fond excuses , To hide their scapes , and couer their abuses , The virgine onelie they obscure and hide Whilst the vnchaste , by them are deifide ; Yet if a Vestals name be once exprest , She must be set together with the rest . I am not now , as when thou sawst me last , That fauour soone is vanished and past ; That Rosie-blush , lapt in a Lilly-vale , Now with the morphew ouer-growne and pale , And down my cheeks with showres of swelling tears , Remaine the furrowes that continuance weares , And in the circles of my withered eies , In aged wrinckles Beautie buried lies ; And in my grace , my presence , gesture , cheere , Ruine , distresse , woe , anguish , doth appeere . That breast , that hand , that cheeke , that eie , that brow , Faded , decayed , fallen , darkned , wrinckled now ; Such was my beautie once , now is it such , Once thought most rare , now altred more than much , Nor I regarde all that thou canst protest , My vow is taken , I a Nunne profest . This vestall habite doth content me more , Then all the robes that yet I euer wore . Had Rosamond , ( a recluse of our sort ) Taken our Cloister , left the wanton Court , Shadowing that beauty with a holy vale , Which she ( alas ) too loosely set to sale , She neede not like an vgly Minotaur , Haue beene lookt vp from jealious Ellenor , But bin as famous by thy mothers wrongs , As by thy father subiect to all tongues . To shadow sinne , might can the most pretend , Kings , but the conscience , all things can defend . A stronger hand restraines our wilfull powres , A will must rule aboue this will of ours , Not following what our vaine desires doe wooe For vertues sake , but what we ( only ) doe . And hath my father chose to liue exilde , Before his eyes should see my youth defilde ? And to withstand a tyrants lewd desire , Beheld his towers and castles razde with fire : Yet neuer tucht with griefe , so only I , Exempt from shame might with true honor die . And shall this jewell which so deerly cost , Now after all , by my dishonour lost ? No , no , his reuerend words , his holy teares , Yet in my soule too deepe impression beares His latest farewell at his last depart , More deepely is ingraued in my hart , Nor shall that blot , by me his name shall haue , Bring his gray haires with sorrow to his graue , Better his teares to fall vpon my tombe , Then for my birth to curse my mothers wombe . Though Dunmow giue no refuge heere at all . Dunmow can giue my body buriall . If all remorcelesse , no teare-shedding eie , My selfe will moane my selfe ; so liue , so die .
Notes of the Chronicle history .

THis Epistle containeth no particular points of Historie , more than the generality of the argument layeth open ; for after the banishment of the Lord Robert Fitzwater , and that Matilda was become a Recluse at Dunmow , ( from whence this reply is imagined to be written . ) the King still earnestly persisting in his sute . Matild . 〈…〉 i th this chaste and constant deniall , hopes yet at length to find some comfortable remedy , and to rid her selfe of doubts , by taking vpon her this monasticke habite , and to shew that shee still beareth in minde his former cruelty , bred by the impatience of his lust , shee remembreth him of her fathers banishment , and the lawlesse exile of her alies and friends . Doost thou of father and of friends depriue me ?

Then complaining of hir distresse , that flying thether , thinking there to find reliefe , she sees herselfe most assaild where she hoped to haue found most safety . Alas , and fled I hether from my fo● , That , &c.

After againe , standing vpon the precise poynts of conscience , not to cast off this habite she had taken . My vow in taken , I a Nunne profest .

And at last laying open more particularly the miseries sustaind by her father in England , the burning of his Castles and houses , which she prooueth to be for her sake : as respecting only her honour , more then his natiue Country and his owne fortunes . And to withstand a tyrants lewd desire , Beheld his Towers and Castles set on fire .

Knitting vp her Epistle with a great and constant resolution . Though Dunmow giue no refuge heere at all , Dunmow can giue my body buriall .

Finis .
To the vertuous Lady , the Lady Anne Harrington , wife to the honorable Gentleman , sir Iohn Harrington Knight .

MY singuler good Lady , your many vertues knowne in generall to all , and your gracious fauors to my vnworthy selfe , haue confirmed that in me , which before I knew you , I onlie saw by the light of other mens iudgements . Honour seated in your breast , findes her selfe adorned as in a rich Pallace , making that excellent which makes her admirable ; which like the Sunne ( from thence ) begetteth most pretious things of this earthly world , onely by the vertue of his rayes , not the nature of the mould . Worth is best discerned by the worthy , deiected minds want that pure fire which should giue vigor to vertue . I referre to your great thoughts ( the vnpartiall Iudges of true affection ) the vnfained zeale I haue euer borne to your honourable seruice ; and so rest your Ladiships humbly to commaund .

Mich: Drayton .
Queene Isabell to Mortimer . The Argument .

Queene Isabel , ( the wife of Edward the second , called Edward Carnaruan , ) beeing the daughter of Philip de Beau , King of France , forsaken by the King her husband , who delighted onely in the company of Piers Gaueston , his minion and fauorite , and after his death seduced by the euil counsel of the Spencers . This Queene thus left by her husband , euen in the glory of her youth , drew into her especiall fauour Roger Mortimer , Lord of Wigmore , a man of a mightie and inuincible spirit . This Lord Mortimer rising in armes against the King with Thomas Earle of Lancaster , and the Barons , was taken ere he could gather his power , & by the King committed to the tower of London . During his imprisonment , he ordained a feast in honor of his birth-day , to which he inuited Sir Stephen Segraue , Lieutenant of the Tower , and the rest of the officers , where , by meanes of a drinke prepared by the Queene , he cast them all into a heauie sleepe , and with Ladders of coards being ready prepared for the purpose , he escapeth and flieth into Fraunce , whither she sendeth this Epistie , complaining her owne misfortunes , and greatly reioycing at his safe escape .

THough such sweet comfort comes not now from her As Englands Queene hath sent to Mortimer . Yet what that wants , which might my power approue If lines can bring , this shall supply with loue , Me thinks affliction should not fright me so , No● should resume these sundry shapes of woe ; But when I faine would finde the cause of this , Thy absence shewes me where the errour is . Oft when I thinke of thy departing hence , Sad sorrow then possesseth eu'ry sence : But finding thy deere blood preseru'd thereby , And in thy life , my long-wisht liberty , With that sweet thought my selff I only please Amidst my griefe , which sometimes giues me case , Thus doe extreamest ills a ioy possesse , And one woe makes another woe seeme lesse . That blessed night , that milde-aspected howre , Wherein thou madst escape out of the Tower , Shall consecrated euermore remaine ; What gentle Planet in that houre did raigne ; And shall be happy in the birth of men , Which was chiefe lord of the Ascendant then . O how I feard that sleepy iuyce I sent , Might yet want power to further thine intent ! Or that some vnseene mysterie might lu●ke , Which wanting order , kindly should not worke ; Oft did I wish those dreadfull poysned lees , That closde the euer-waking Dragons eies , Or I had had those sence-ber●auing stalkes , That grow in shady Proserpines darke walkes ; Or those blacke weedes on Lethe bankes below , Or Lunary that doth on Latmus flow ; Oft did I feare this moist and soggy clime , Or that the earth , waxt barren now with time , Should not haue hearbes to help me in this case , Such as do thriue on Indiaes parched face , That morrow , when the blessed Sunne did rise , And shut the liddes of all heauens lesser eies , Forth from my pallace by a secret staire , I steale to Thames , as though to take the ayre ; And aske the gentle floud as it doth glide , Or thou didst passe or perish by the tide ? If thou didst perish , I desire the streame To lay thee softly on her siluer teame , And bring thee to me to the quiet shore , That with hir tears thou mightst haue some tears more . When sodainely doth rise a rougher gale , With that ( me thinkes ) the troubled waues looke pale , And sighing with that little gust that blowes , With this remembrance seeme to knit their browes . Euen as this so daine passion doth affright me , The cheerfull Sunne breaks from a cloude to light me , Then doth the bottome euident appeere , As it would shew me , that thou wast not there , Whenas the water flowing where I stand , Doth seeme to tell me , Thou art safe on land . Did Bulloyne once a festiuall prepare , For England , Almaine , Cicile , and Nauarre ? When France enuied those buildings ( only blest ) Gracde with the Orgies of my Bridall feast , That English Edward should refuse my bed , For that incestuous shamelesse Ganimed ? And in my place , vpon his regall throne , To set that gerle-boy , wanton Gaueston . Betwixt the feature of my face and his , My glasse assures me no such difference is , That a foule witches bastard should thereby Be thought more worthy of his loue than I. What doth auaile vs to be Princes heires , When we can boast our birth is onely theirs ? When base dissembling flatterers shall deceiue vs , Of all our famous auncestors did leaue vs ; And of our princely iewels and our dowres , We but enjoy the least of what is ours ; when minions heads must weare our monarks crowns To raise vp dunghills with our famous townes ; When beggars-brats are wrapt in rich perfumes , Their buzzard wings impt with our Eagles plumes ; And matcht with the braue issue of our blood , Alle the kingdome to their crauand brood . Did Longshankes purchase with his conquering hand , Albania , Gascoyne , Cambria , Ireland ? That yoong Carnarnan ( his vnhappy sonne ) Should giue away all that his father wonne ? To backe a stranger , prowdly bearing downe The brake alies and branches of the crowne ? And did great Edward on his death-bed giue This charge to them which afterwards should liue , That that prowde Gascoyne banished the land , No more should treade vpon the English sand ? And haue these great Lords in the quarrell stood , And sealde his last will with their decrest blood , That after all this fearefull massacre , The fall of Beauchamp , Lacy , Lancaster , Another faithlesse fauòrite should arise , To cloude the sunne of our Nobilities ? And gloried I in Gauestons great fall , That now a Spenser should succeede in all ? And that his ashes should another breed , Which in his place and Empire should succeede ; That wanting one a kingdomes wealth to spend , Of what that left , this now shall make an end ; To waste all that our father won before , Nor leaue our sonne a sword to conquer more . Thus but in vaine we fondly do resist , Where power can doe ( euen ) all things as it list , And with vniust men to debate of lawes , Is to giue power to hurt a rightfull cause ; Whilst Parlements must still redresse their wrongs , And we must starue for what to vs belongs ; Our wealth but fuell to their fond excesse , And we must fast to feast their wantonnesse . Think'st thou our wrongs then insufficient are , To moue our brother to religious warre ? And if they were , yet Edward doth detaine Homage for Pontiu , Guyne , and Aquytaine ; And if not that , yet hath he broke the truce , Thus all accurre , to put backe all excuse . The sisters wrong , ioynde with the brothers right , Me thinks might vrge him in this cause to fight . Be all those people sencelesse of our harmes , Which for our Country ought haue manag'd armes ? Is the braue Normans courage now forgot ? Or the bold Brittaines lost the vse of shot ? The big-bonde Almaines , and stowt Brabanders , Their warlike Pikes , and sharpe-edg'd Semiters ? Or do the Pickards let their Crosse-bowes lie , Once like the Centaurs of old Thessalie ? Or if a valiant Leader be their lacke , Where thou art present , who should driue them back ? I doe coniure thee by what is most deere , By that great name of famous Mortimer , By antient Wigmors honourable cr●st , The tombes where all thy famous grand-sires rest ; Or if than these , what more may thee approue , Euen by those vowes of thy vnfained loue , That thy great hopes may moue the Christian King , By forraigne armes some comfort yet to bring , To curbe the power of traitors that rebell , Against the right of princely Isabell . Vaine witlesle woman , why should I desire . To adde more heate to thy immortall fire ? To vrge thee by the violence of hate , To shake the pillars of thine owne estate , When whatsoeuer we intend to doe , To our misfortune euer sorts vnto ; And nothing else remaines for vs beside , But teares and coffins ( onely ) to prouide , When still so long as Burrough beares that name , Time shall not blot out our deserued shame ; And whilst cleere Trent her wonted course shall keep , For our sad fall , her christall drops shall weepe . All see our ruine on our backes is throwne , And to our selues our sorrowes are our owne . And Torlton now whose counsell should direct , The first of all is slaundred with suspect ; For dang'rous things dissembled seldome are , Which many eyes attend with busie care . What should I say ? My griefes do still renew , And but begin when I should bid adiew , Few be my words , but manifold my woe , And still I stay , the more I shiue to goe . As accents issue forth , griefes enter in , And where I end , me thinks I but begin ; Till then faire time some greater good affords , Take my loues paiment in these ayrie words .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . O how I feard that sleepte drinke I sent , Might yet want power to further thine intent .

MOrtimer being in the Tower , and ordaining a feast in honor of his birth-day , as he pretended , and inuiting there-vnto Sir Stephen Segraue , Constable of the Tower , with the rest of the officers belonging to the same he gaue them a sleepie drinke , prouided him by the Queene , by which meanes he got liberue for his escape . I steale to Thames , as though to take the aire , And aske the gentle streame as it doth glide ,

Mortimer being got out of the Tower , swamme the riuer of Thames into Kent , whereof she hauing intelligence , doubteth of his strength to escape , by reason of his long imprisonment , being almost the space of three yeares . Did Bulloyne once a festiuall prepare , For England , Almaine , Cicile and Niuarr● ?

Edward Càrnaruan , the first Prince of Wales of the English blood , married Isabell , daughter of Philip the Faire at Bulloine , in the presence of the Kings of Almaine , Nauarre , and Cicile , with the chiefe Nobilitie of France and England : which marriage was there solemnized with exceeding pompe and magnificence . And in my place , vpon his regall throne , To set that girle-boy , wanton Gaueston .

Noting the effeminacie and luxurious wantonnesse of Gaueston , the Kings Minion , his behauiour and attire euer so womanlike , to please the eye of his lasciuious Prince . That a fowle Witches bastard should thereby .

It was vrged by the Queene & the Nobility , in the disgrace of Piers Gauestone that his mother was conuicted of witchcraft , and burned for the same , and that Piers had bewitched the King . Albania , Gascoine , Cambria , Ireland .

Albania , Scotland , so called of Albanact , the second son of Brutus , and Cambria ; Wales , so called of Camber the third sonne , the foure Realmes and Countries , brought in subiection by Edward Longshanks . When of our princely Iewells and our dowers . We but enioy the least of what is ours .

A complaint of the prodigalitie of King Edward , giuing vnto Gauestone the jewels and treasure which was left him , by the ancient Kings of England ; and enriching him with the goodly Manor of Wallingford , assigned as parcell of the dower , to the Queenes of this famous ●le . And ioyn'd with the braue issue of our blood , Alie our kingdome to their crauand brood .

Edward the second , gaue to Piers Gaueston in marriage , the daughtet of Gilbert Clare , Earle of Glocester , begot of the Kings sister , Iago of Acres , married to the said Earle of Glocester . Should giue away all that his father won , To backe a stranger .

King Edward offered his right in France , to Charles his brother in law , and his right in Scotland to Robert Bruse , to be aided against the Barrons , in the quarrell of Piers Gaueston . And did great Edward on his death-bed giue .

Edward Longshankes , on his death-bed at Carlile , commanded yong Edward his sonne on his blessing , not to call backe Gaueston , which ( for the mis-guiding of the Princes youth ) was before banished by the whole counsell of the Land . That after all this fearefull massaker , The fall of Beuchamp , Lasy , Lancaster .

Thomas , Earle of Lancaster , Guy , Earle of Warwicke , and Henry Earle of Lincolne , who had taken their oaths before the deceased King at his death , to withstand his sonne Edward if he should call Gaueston from exile , being a thing which he much feared : now seeing Edward to violate his fathers commandement , rise in armes against the King , which was the cause of the ciuill warre , and the ruine of so many Princes . And gloried I in Gauestons great fall , That now a Spenser should succeede in all .

The two Hugh Spensers , the father & the son , after the death of Gaueston , became the great fauorites of the king , the son being created by him lord Chamberlain , & the father Earl of Winchester . And if they were , yet Edward doth detaine Homage for Pontiu , Guyne , and Aquitaine .

Edward Longshankes , did homage for those Citties and Territories to the French King , which Edward the second neglecting , moued the French King , by the subornation of Mortimer , to sease those Countries into his hands . By antient Wigmors honourable Crest .

Wigmore in the marches of Wales , was the antient house of the Mortimers , that noble and couragious familie . That still so long as Borrough beares that name .

The Queene remembreth the great ouerthrow giuen to the Barrons , by Andrew Herckley , Earle of Carlil , at Borrough bridge , after the battaile at Burton . And Torlton now whose counsells should direct .

This was Adam Torlton , Bishop of Herford , that great Polititiam , who so highly fauored the faction of the Queene & Mortimer , whose euil counsel afterward wroght the destruction of the king .

Mortimer to Queene Isabell . AS thy salutes my sorrowes do adiourne So backe to thee their interest I turne ; Though not in so great bounty ( I confesse ) As thy heroicke princely lines expresse : For how should comfort issue from the breath , Of one condemn'd , and long lodg'd vp in death ? From murthers rage thou didst me once repriue , Now in exile , my hopes thou doost reuiue ; Twice all was taken , twice thou all didst giue , And thus twice dead , thou mak'st me twice to liue . This double life of mine , your onely due , You gaue to me ; I gaue it backe to you ; Ne're my escape had , I aduentur'd thus , As did the sky-attempting Daedalus ; And yet to giue more safetie to my flight , Haue made a night of day , a day of night . Nor had I backt the prowd aspiring wall , Which held without , my hopes , within , my fall , Leauing the cords to tell where I had gone , For gazing eyes with feare to looke vpon ; But that thy beautie ( by a power diuine ) Breath'd a new life into this spirit of mine . Drawne by the Sunne of thy celestiall eyes , With fiery wings made passage through the skies , The heauens did seeme the charge of me to take , And sea and land be friend me for thy sake ; Thames stopt her tide , to make me way to go , As thou hadst charg'd her that it should be so ; The hollow marmuring windes their due time kept , As they had rock'd the world , while all things slept ; One billow bore me , and another draue me , This stroue to helpe me , and that stroue to saue me ; The brisling reedes mou'd with the aire did chide me , As they would tell me that they meant to hide me ; The pale-fac'd night beheld thy heauy cheere , And would not let one little starre appeare , But ouer all her smokie maptle hurl'd , And in thicke vapors mu 〈…〉 d vp the world ; And the pure ayre became so calme and still , As it had beene obedient to my will ; And euery thing disposde vnto my rest , As when on Seas the Alcion buildes her nest . When those rough waues which late with furie rusht , Slide smoothely on , and suddainely are husht ; Nor Neptune lets his surges out so long , As Nature is in bringing forth her yong ; Nor let the Spencers glory in my chance , That I should liue an exile heere in France : That I from England banished should be , But England rather banished from me : More were her want , France our great blood should beare , Then Englands losse should be to Mortimer . My grandsire was the first since Arthurs raigne , That the Round-table rectifide againe ; To whose great Court at Kenelworth did come , The peerelesse knighthood of all Christendome : Whose princely order , honoured England more , Then all the Conquests she atchiu'd before . Neuer durst Scot set foote in English ground , Nor on his backe did English beare a wound , Whilst Wigmore flourisht in our princely hopes , And whilst our Ensigne march'd with Edwards troups : Whilst famous Longshankes bones ( in Fortunes scorne ) As sacred reliques to the field were borne ; Nor euer did the valiant English doubt , Whilst our braue battailes guarded them about . Nor did our wiues and wofull mothers mourne , The English blood that stained Banocksburne , Whilst with his Minions sporting in his Tent , Whole daies and nights in banquetting were spent , Vntill the Scots ( which vndersafegard stood ) Made lauish hauocke of the English blood ? And battered helmes lay scattered on the shore , Where they in conquest had beene borne before . A thousand kingdomes will we seeke from far , As many Nations waste with ciuill war , Where the disheuel'd gastly Sea-nimph sings , Or well-rigd ships shall stretch their swelling wings , And drag their ankors through the sandy fome , About the world in euery clime to rome , And those vnchristned Countries call our owne , Where scarce the name of England hath bin knowne ; And in the dead-sea sinke our houses fame , From whose sterne waues we first deriu'd our name , Before fowle blacke-mouth'd infamy shall sing , That Mortimer e're stoop'd vnto a King . And we will turne sterne-visag'd furie backe , To seeke his spoile , who sought our vtter sacke : And come to beard him in our natiue Ile , E're he march forth to follow our exile . And after all these boistrous stormie shockes , Yet will we grapple with the chaulkie rockes : Nor will we come like Pirates , or like the eues , From mountaines , forrests , or sea-bordering Cleeues , But fright the ayre with terror ( when we come ) Of the sterne trumpet , and the bellowing drum : And in the field aduance our plumy Crest , And march vpon faire Englands flowrie breast ; And Thames which once we for our life did swim , Shaking our dewy tresses on her brim , Shall beare my nauie ; vaunting in her pride , Falling from Tanet with the powerfull tide ; Which fertile Essex , and faire Kent shall see , Spreading herflags along the pleasant lee , When on her stemming poope she prowdly beares The famous Ensignes of the Belgicke Peeres , And for the hatefull sacrilegious sinne , Which by the Pope he stands accursed in , The Canon text shall haue a common glosse , Receits in parcels , shall be paide in grosse . This doctrine preachde , who from the Church doth take , At least shall trebble restitution make : For which Rome sends her curses out from farre , Through the sterne throte of terror-breathing warre , Till to th' vnpeopled shores she brings supplies Of those industrious Roman Colonies . And for his homage , by the which of olde Prowd Edward Guyne and Aquitaine doth hold . Charles by inuasiue armes againe shall take , And send the English forces o're the lake ; When Edwards fortune stands vpon this chance , To loose in England , or expulsde from France ; And all those townes great Longshankes left his sonne , Now lost againe , which once his father wonne . Within their strong percullizde Ports shall lie , And from their walls his sieges shall defie . And by that firme and vndissolued knot , Betwixt their neighboring French , and bordring Scot , Bruse now shall bring his Red-shanks from the seas , From th'Iled Oreads , and the Hebrydes . And to his westerne hauens giue free passe , To land the warlike Irish Galiglasse , Marching from Tweede to swelling Humber sands , Wasting along the Northerne netherlands . And wanting those which should his power sustaine , Consumde with slaughter in his bloody raigne , Our warlike sword shall driue him from his throne , Where he shall lie for vs to treade vpon ; And those great lords now after their attaints , Canonized amongst the English Saints ; And by the superstitious people thought , That by their Reliques , miracles are wrought , And thinke that flood much vertue doth retaine , Which tooke the blood of famous Bohun slaine ; Continuing the remembrance of the thing , To make the people more abhorre their King . Nor shall a Spenser ( be he ne're so great ) Possesse our Wigmore , our renowned seate . To raze the antient Trophies of our race , With our deserts their monuments to grace ; Nor shall he leade our valiant marchers forth , To make the Spensers famous in the North ; Nor be the Gardants of the British pales , Defending England , and preseruing Wales . At first our troubles easily reculde ; But now growne head-strong hardly to be rulde ; With grauest counsell all must be directed , Where plainest shewes are openly suspected ; For where mis-hap our errour dooth assault , There doth it eassiest make vs see our fault , Then ( sweet ) represse all fond and wilfull spleene , Two things to be a woman , and a Queene ; Keepe close the cindars , lest the fire should burne , It is not this which yet must serue our turne . And if I doe not much mistake the thing , The next supply shall greater comfort bring ; Till when I leaue my Princesse for a while , Liue thou in rest , though I liue in exile .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Of one condemnd , and long lodgde vp in death .

ROger Mortimer Lord of Wigmore , had stoode publikely condemned , for his insurrection with Thomas erle of Lancaster , and Bohune earle of Herford , by the space of three months : and as the report went , the day of his execution was determined to haue bin shortly after , which he preuented by his escape . Twice all was taken , twice thou all didst giue .

At what time the two Mortimers , this Roger lord of Wigmore and his vncle Roger Mortimer the elder , were apprehended in the west , the Queene by meanes of Torlton Bishop of Hereford , and Becke Bishop of Duresme , and Patriarke of Ierusalem , being then both mighty in the state , vpon the submission of the Mortimers , somewhat pacified the king , and now secondly shee wrought meanes for his escape . Leauing the cordes to tell where I had gone ,

With strong ladders made of cords prouided him for the purpose , he escaped out of the Tower , which when the same were found fastned to the walles , in such a desperate attempt they bred astonishment to the beholders . Nor let the Spensers glory in my d●awe .

The two Hugh Spensers , the father , and the sonne , then being so highly fauored of the King , knew that their greatest safety came by his exile , whose high and turbulent spirit could neuer brooke any corriuall in greatnes . My grandsire was the first since Arthurs raigne , That the Round-table rectifide againe .

Roger Mortimer , called the great Lord Mortimer , Grandfather to this Roger , which was afterward the first Earle of March , ree●ected againe the Round-table at Kenelwoorth , after the ancient order of king Arthurs table , with the retinue of a hudred knights , and a hundred ladies in his house , for the entertaining of such aduentures as came thither from all parts of Christendome . Whilest famous Longshanks bones in Fortunes scorne .

Edward Longshanks willed at his death , that his body should be boyled , the flesh from the bones , and that the bones should bee borne to the wars in Scotland , which he was perswaded vnto by aprophecie , which told that the English should still be fortunate in conquest , so long as his bones were caried in the field . The English blood that stained Banocksburne .

In the great voyage Edward the second made against the Scots , at the battell at Striueling neere vnto the riuer of Banocksburne in Scotland , where there was in the English campe such banket●ing and excesse , such riot and misorder , that the Scots , ( who in the meane time laboured for aduauntage ) gaue to the English a great ouerthrow . And in the Dead-sea sincke our horses fame , From whose , &c.

Mortimer , so called of Mare mortuum , and in French Mort mer , in English the Dead-sea , which is said to be where Sodom ●nd Go morra once were , before they were destroyed by fire from Heauen . And for that hatefull sacrilegious sin Which by the Pope he stand● 〈…〉 ursed in .

Gaustelinus and Lucas , two Cardinals , sent into England from Pope Clement , to appease the auncient hate betweene the King and Thomas . Earle of Lancaster , to whose Embassie the king seemed to yeeld , but after their departure hee went backe from his promises , for which he was accursed at Rome . Of those industrious Roman Colonies .

A Colony is a sort or number of people , that come to inhabite a place before not inhabited , whereby he seemes here to prophecie of the subuersion of the land ; the Pope ioyning with the power of other Princes against Edward for the breach of his promise . Charles by inuasiue Armes againe shall take .

Charles the French King , mooued by the wrong done vnto his sister , seiseth the Prouinces which belonged to the King of England into his hands , stirred the rather thereto by Mortimer , who solicited her cause in France , as is expressed before in the other Epistle , in the glosse vpon this poynt . And those great Lords now after their attaints , Canonized among the English Saints .

After the death of Thomas Earle of Lancaster at Pomfret , the people imagined great myracles to be done by his reliques : as they did of the body of Bohune earle of Hereford , slaine at Borough bridge .

Finis .
❧ To my worthy and honored friend , Sir Walter Aston Knight of the Bath .

SIR , though without suspition of flatterie I might in more ample and free tearmes , intimate my affection vnto you , yet hauing so sensible a taste of your generous and noble aisposition , which without this habite of ceremony can estimate my loue : I will rather affect bre 〈…〉 , though it should seeme my fault , than by my tedious complement , to trouble mine owne opinion setled in your iudgement and discretion . I make you the Patron of this Epistle of the Blacke-Prince , which I pray you accept , till more easie houres may offer vppe from mee some thing more worthy of your view , and my trauell .

Yours truely deuoted , Mich: Drayton .
Edward the Blacke-Prince to Alice Countesse of Salisbury . The Argument .

Alice Countesse of Salisbury , remaining at Roxborough castle in the North , in the absence of the earle her husband , who was by the Kings commaund sent ouer into Flaunders , and there deceased ere his returne . This Lady being besieged in her castle by the Scots , Edward the Blacke-Prince being sent by the King his father to relieue the north parts with an Armie , and to remooue the siege of Roxborough , there fell in loue with the Countesse ; when after she returned to London , hee sought by diuers and sundry meanes to winne her to his youthfull pleasures , as by forcing the Earle of Kent her father , and her mother , vnnaturally to become his Agents in his vaine desire ; where after a long and assured triall of her inuincible constancie , hee taketh her to his wife , to which end he only frameth this Epistle .

REceiue these papers from thy wofull Lord , With farre more woes than they with wordes are storde , Which if thine eie with rashnes do reproue , Thei 'le say they came from that imperious loue . In euery letter thou maist vnderstand , Which loue hath signde and sealed with his hand ; And where no farther processe he refers , In blots set downe , for others Characters , This cannot blush , although you doe refuse it , Nor will reply how euer you shall vse it ; All , one to this , though you should bid dispaire , This still intreates you , this still speakes you faire ; Hast thou a liuing soule ? a humane sence ? To like , dislike p●oue , order and dispence , The depth of reason soundly to aduise , To loue things good things hurtfull to despise ; The tuch of iudgement , which should 〈…〉 things proue , And hast thou toucht , yet not allowst my loue ? Sound moues his sound , voyce doth beget his voyce , One Ec●ho makes another to reioyce , One well tunde string set truely to his like , Strooke neere at hand doth make another strike . How comes it then that our affections jarre ? What opposition doth beget this warre ? I know that Nature franckly to thee gaue , That measure of her bounty that I haue , And with that sence she likewise to vs lent Each one his organ , each his instrument , But euery one , because it is thine owne , Doth p 〈…〉 se it selfe , vnto it selfe alone . Thy d 〈…〉 y hand , when it it selfe doth tuch , That feeling tells it there was neuer such ; When in thy gl●sse thine eie it selfe doth see , That thinkes there s none , like to it selfe can be , And euery one doth iudge it selfe diuine . Because that thou doost challenge it for thine ; And each it selfe , Narcissus . like dooth smother , And loues it selfe , not like to any other ; Fie be not burnd thus in thine owne desire , T is needlesse beauty should it selfe admire , The Sunne , by which all creatures lightned bee , And seeth all , it selfe yet cannot see ; And his owne brightnesse his owne foile is made , And is to vs the cause of his owne shade . When first thy beautie by mine eye was prou'd , It saw not then so much to be belou'd ; But when it came a perfect view to take , Each looke of one , doth many beauties make : In little circlets first it doth arise , Then somewhat larger seeming in mine eyes , And in this gi●ing compasse as it goes , So more and more , the same in greatnes growes , And as it yet at libertie is set , The motion still do●h other formes beget ; Vntill ●t length , looke any way I could , Nothing there was but beautie to behold . Art thou offended that thou art belou'd ? Remoue the cause , th' effect is soone remou'd ; Indent with Beautie how farre to extend , Set downe desire , a limmit where to end ; Then charme thine eies , their glances shal not wound , And teach the sence , the depth of loue to sound : If thou do this , nay then thou shalt do more , And bring to passe what neuer was before ; Make anguish sportiue , crauing all delight , Mirth solemne , sullen , and inclinde to night ; Ambition lowly , enuie speaking well , Loue , his reliefe of nigardize to sell ; Our war-like father did these forts deuise , As surest holds against our enemies , The safest places for our sexe to rest , Feare soone is setled in a womans breast , Thy breast is of another temper farre , And then thy Castell fitter for the warre , Thou doost not safely in thy Castell rest , Thy Castell should be safer in thy breast , That keepes out foes , but doth thy friends inclose , But thy breast keepes out both thy friends and foes ; That may be batterd , or be vnderminde , Or by strait siege , for want of succour pinde ; But thy heart is inuincible to all , And more defensiue then thy Castell wall ; Of all the shapes that euer Ioue did proue , Wherewith he vsde to entertaine his loue ; That likes me best , when in a golden shower , He ●ainde himselfe on Danae in her Tower , Nor did I euer enuie his command , In that he beares the thunder in his hand ; But in that showrie shape I cannot bee , And as he came to her , I come to thee , Thy Tower with foes , is not begirt about , If thou within , they are besieg'd without , One haire of thine , more vigor doth retaine To binde thy foe , then with an yron chaine : Who might be gyu'd in such a golden string , Would not be captiue , though he were a King ; Hadst thou all India heap'd vp in thy fort , And thou thy selfe besieged in that sort , Get thou but out , where they can thee espie , They 'le follow thee , and let the treasure lie . I cannot thinke what force thy Tower should win , If thou thy selfe doost guard the same within ; Thine eye retaines artillary at will , To kill who euer thou desir●st to kill ; For that alone more deepely wounds their hearts , Then they can thee , though with a thousand darts ; For there entrenched little Cupid lies , And from those turrets all the world defies : And when thou letst downe that transparant lid , Of entrance , there an Armie doth forbid . And as for Famine , thou needes neuer feare , Who thinkes of want when thou art present there , Thy onely sight giues spirit vnto the blood , And comforts life , though neuer tasting foode . And as thy souldiers keepe their watch and ward , So chastitie thy inward breast doth guard , Thy modest pulse serues as a latum bell , Which watched by a wakefull Sentinell , Is stirring still with euery little feare , Warning , if any enemy be neare . Thy vertuous thought , when all the others rest , Like carefull Skowts passe vp and downe thy breast , And still they round about that place doe keepe , Whilst all the blessed garrison do sleepe . But yet I feare , if that the truth were told , That thou hast robbde , and fl●st vnto this bolde I thought as much , and didst this Fort deuise , That thou in safety heere mightst tyrannize . Yes , thou hast robbde the heauen and earth of all , And they against thy lawlesse theft doe call ; Thine eies with mine , that wage continuall warres , Borrow their brightnesse of the twinckling starres ; Thy breath , for which mine still in sighes consumes , Hath rob'd sweete flowres , rich odors and perfumes , Thy cheeke , for which mine all this penance proues , Steales the pure whitenes both from Swans & doues . Thy lips from mine , that in thy maske be pent , Haue filch'd the blushing from the orient ; O mighty Loue ! bring hether all thy power , And fetch this heauenly theefe out of her Tower , For if she may be suffred in this sort , Heauens store will soone be hoarded in this fort . When I arriu'd before that state of loue , And saw thee on the battlement aboue , I thought there was no other heauen but there , And thou an Angel didst from thence appeare . But when my reason did reproue mine eye , That thou wert subiect to mortalitie , I then excusde the Scot before had done , No maruaile though he would the fort haue wonne ; Perceiuing well those enuious walls did hide , More wealth then was in all the world beside ; Against thy foe , I came to lend thee aide , And thus to thee my selfe , my selfe betraide ; He is besieg'd , the siege that came to raise , There 's no assault that not my breast assaies , Loue growne extreame , doth finde vnlawfull shifts , The Gods take shapes , and do allure with gifts , Commanding Ioue , that by great Stix doth sweare , Forsworne in loue , with louers oathes doth beare , Loue causelesse still , doth aggrauate his cause , It is his law to violate all lawes ; His reason is , in onely wanting reason , And were vntrue , not deepely tuch'd with treason ; Th' vnlawfull meanes , doth make his lawfull gaine , Hee speakes most true , when he the most doth faine ; Pardon the faults that haue escapde by mee , Against faire vertue , chastitie and thee ; If Gods can their owne excellence excell , Is it in pardoning mortalls that rebell ? When all thy trialls are enrol'd by fame , And all thy sexe made glorious by thy name , Then I a captiue shall be brought heereby , To adorne the triumph of thy chastitie ; I sue not now thy Paramore to bee , But as a husband to be linck'd to thee . I am Englands heire , I thinke thou wilt confesse , Wert thou a Prince , I hope I am no lesse ; But that thy birth doth make thy stocke diuine , Else durst I boast , my blood as good as thine ; Disdaine me not , nor take my loue in scorne , Whose brow a crowne heereafter may adorne . But what I am , I call mine owne no more , Take what thou wilt , and what thou wilt , restore ; Onely I craue , what ere I did intend , In faithfull loue , now happily may end . Farewell sweete Lady , so well maist thou fare , To equall ●oy with measure of my care ; Thy vertues more then mortall tongue can tell , A thousand , thousand times , farewell , farewell .
Notes of the Chronicle history . Receiue these papers from thy wofull Lord .

BAndello , by whom this history was made famous , being an Italian as it is the peoples custom in that clime , rather to faile somtime in the truth of circumstance , then to forgoe the grace of their conceit ; n like manner as the Grecians , of whom the Satyrist . Et quicquid Graetia mendax , Audet in historia .

Thinking it to be a greater triall , that a Countesse should be sude vnto by a King , then by the sonne of a King , and conseqently , that the honour of her chastitie should be the more , hath caused it to be generally taken so ; but as by Polidore , Fabian , and Froisard , appeares the contrarie is true . Yet may Bandello be very well excused , as being a stranger , whose errors in the truth of our historie , are not so materiall , that they should neede an inuectiue , lest his wit should bee defrauded of any part of his due , which were not lesse , were euery part a fiction . Howbeit , lest a common error should preuaile against a truth ; these Epistles are conceiued in those persons , who were indeede the actors : to wit , Edward , surnamed the Blacke 〈◊〉 , not so much of his complexion , as of the dismall battells which he fought in France , ( in like sence as we may say , a blacke day ) for some tragicall euent , though the Sunne shine neuer so bright therein . And Alice , the Countesse of Salsburie , who as it is certaine , was beloued of Prince Edward ; so it is as certaine , that many points now current in the receiued story , can neuer hold together with likelihoode of such enforcement , had it not beene shewed vnder the title of a King . And when thou let'st downe that transparent lid .

Not that the lid is transparent , for no part of the skin is transparent , but for the gemme which at that closure is said to containt , is transparent , for otherwise how could the minde vnderstand by the eye ? should not the images slide through the same , and replenish the stage of the phantasie ? But this belongs to Optickes . The Latines call the eye lid cilium , ( I will not say of celando ) as the eye brow supercilium , and the haire on the eye lids palpebra , perhaps quod palpitet , all which haue their distinct and necessary vses .

Alice Countesse of Salsbury , to the Blacke Prince . AS one would grant ; yet gladly would deny , Twixt hope and feare , I doubtfully reply ; A womans weakenesse , lest I should discouer , Answering a Prince , and writing to a louer ; And some say , Loue with Reason doth dispence . And wrest our plaine words to another sence : Thinke you not then , poore women had not neede Be well aduisde to write , what men should reade , When being silent moouing but awry , Giues cause of scandall and of obloquy ; Whilst in our hearts , our secret thoughts abide , Th' inuenom'd tongue of slander yet is tide ; But if once spoke , deliuered vp to Fame , Hers the report , but ours returnes the shame . About to write , yet newly entring in , Methinkes I end , ere I can well begin ; When I would end , then something makes me stay , And then me thinkes I should haue more to say ; And some one thing remaineth in my breast , For want of words that cannot be exprest ; What I would say ; as said to thee I faine , Then in thy person I reply againe , Then in thy cause , vrge all I can obiect , Then what againe mine honour must respect . O Lord ! what sundry passions do I trie ? Striuing to hate , you forcing contrarie ; Being a Prince , I blame you not to proue , The greater reason to obtaine your loue . That greatnesse which doth challenge no deniall , The onely rest that doth allow my triall : Edward so great , the greater were his fall , And my offence in this were capitall . To men is granted priuiledge to tempt , But in that charter women be exempt : Men win vs not , except we giue consent ; Against our selues , except our selues are bent . Who doth impute it is a fault to you ? You proue not false , except we be vntrue ; It is your vertue , being men , to try , And it is ours , by vertue to deny . Your fault it selfe , serues for the faults excuse , And makes it ours , though yours be the abuse . Beautie a beggar , fie it is too bad , When in it selfe sufficiencie is had , Not made a Lure t' entice the wandring eye , But an attire t' adorne sweete modestie , If modestie and women once do seuer , We may bid farewell to our fame for euer Let Iohn and Henry , Edwards instance be , Matilda and faire Rosamond for me : A like both woo'd , alike su'd to be wonne , Th' one by the father , th' other by the sonne ; Henry obtaining , did our weakenesse wound , And laies the fault on wanton Rosamond ; Matilda chaste , in life and death all one , By her deniall , l●●es the fault on Iohn ; By these we proue , men accessary still , But women only principalls of ill . What praise is ours , but what our vertues get ? If they be lent , so much we be in debt , Whilst our owne honours vertue doth defend , All force too weake , what euer men pretend ; If all the world else , should suborne our fame , T is we our selues that ouerthrow the same ; And howsoe're although by force you win , Yet on our weakenes still returnes the sin . A vertuous Prince who doth not Edward call ? And shall I then be guiltie of your fall ? Now God for bid ; yet rather let me die , Then such a sin vpon my soule should lie . Where is great Edward ? whither is he led ? At whose victorious name whole armies fled . Is that braue spirit that conquerd so in France , Thus ouercome and vanquisht with a glance ? Is that great hart that did aspire so hie , So soone transpersed with a womans eie ? He that a king at Poictiers battell tooke , Himselfe led captiue with a wanton looke ? Twice as a Bride to church I haue bin led , Twice haue two Lords enjoyd my Bridale bed ; How can that beauty yet be vndestroyd , That yeeres haue wasted , and two men enioyd , Or should be thought fit for a Princes store , Of which two subiects were possest before ? Let Spaine , let France , or Scotland so preferre Their infant Queenes ; for Englands dowager , That bloud should be much more than halfe diuine , That should be equall euery way with thine : Yet princely Edward , though I thus reproue you , As mine owne life , so deerely doe I loue you . My noble husband , which so loued you , That gentle Lord , that reuerend Mountague , Nere mothers voyce did please her babe so well , As his did mine , of you to heare him tell ; I haue made short the houres that time made long , And chaind mine eares vnto his pleasing tong , My lips haue waited on your praises worth , And snatcht his words ere he could get them forth : When he hath spoke , and something by the way Hath broke off that he was about to say ; I kept in minde where from his tale he fell , Calling on him the residue to tell ; Oft he would say , how sweet a Prince is he ! When I haue praisde him but for praising thee , And to proceede , I would intreate and wooe , And yet to ease him , help to praise thee too : Must she be forcde , t'exclaime th' iniurious wrong , Offred by him , whom she hath lou'd so long ? Nay , I will tell , and I durst almost sweare , Edward will blush , when he his fault shall heare . Iudge now that time doth youths desire asswage , And reason mildely quencht the fire of rage . By vpright iustice let my cause be tride , And be thou iudge if I not iustly chide . That not my fathers graue and reuerend yeeres , When on his knee he beggd me with his teares , By no perswasions possibly could winne , To free himselfe as guiltlesse of my sinne . The woe for me my mother did abide , Whose sute ( but you ) there s none would haue denide . Your lust full rage your tyranny could stay ; Mine honours ruine further to delay ; Haue I ot lou'd you ? let the truth be showne , That still preseru'd your honour with mine owne . Had your fond will your foule desires preuailde , When you by them my chastitie assailde : Though this no way could haue excusde my fault , True vertue neuer yeelded to assault : Yet what a thing were this it should be said , My parents sin should to your charge be laide : And I haue gainde my libertie with shame , To saue my life , made ship wracke of my name . Did Roxborough once vaile her towring fane , To thy braue ensigue , on the Northerne plaine ? And to thy trumpet sounding from thy tent , Often replide ( as to my succor sent ) And did receiue thee as my sou●raigne liege Comming to ayde , thou shouldst againe besiege , To raise a fo● , but for my treasure came To plant a foe , to take my honest name ; Vnder pretence to haue remou'd the Scot , And wouldst haue won more than he could haue got ; That did ingirt me ready still to flie , But thou laidst batt'ry to my chastitie : O modestie , didst thou me not restraine , How I could chide you in this angry vaine ! A Princes name ( heauen knowes ) I doe not craue , To haue those honours Edward● spouse should haue ; Nor by ambitious lures will I be brought , In my chaste breast to harbour such a thought , As to be worthy to be made a Bride , An Empresse place by mighty Edwards side , Of all the most vnworthy of that grace , To waite on her that should enioy that place . But if that loue Prince Edward doth require , Equall his vertues , and my chaste desire : If it be such as we may iustly vaunt , A Prince may sue for , and a Lady graunt : If it be such as may suppresse my wrong , That from your vaine vnbrideled youth hath sprong , That faith I send , that I from you receaue , The rest vnto your Princely thoughts I leaue .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Twice as a Bride I haue to Church beene led .

THe two husbands of which she makes mention , obiecting bigamy against herselfe , as being therefore not meet to be married with a batcheller-Prince , were sir Thomas Holland knight , & sir Willlam Montague , afterward made Earle of Salisbury . That not my fathers graue and reuerend yeeres .

A thing incredible , that any Prince should be so vniust to vse the fathers meanes for the corruption of the daughters chastitie , though so the historie importeth , her father being so honourable , and a man of so singular desert , though Polidore would haue her thought to be Iane , the daughter to Edmund earle of Kent , vncle to Edward the third , beheaded in the Protectoriship of Mortimer , that dangerous aspirer . And I haue gainde my libertie with shame .

Roxborough is a castle in the North , mis-termed by Bandello Salisbury castle , because the king had giuen it to the Earle of Salisbury , in which her Lorde being absent , the Countesse by the Scots was besieged , who by the comming of the English Armie were remoued . Here first the Prince saw her , whose libertie had bin gained by her shame , had shee bin drawne by dishonest loue to satisfie his appetite , but by her most praise-worthy constancie she conuerted that humor in him to an honourable purpose , and obtained the true reward of her admired vertues . The rest vnto your princely thoughts I leaue .

Lest any thing be left out which were woorth the relation , it shall not be impertinent to annex the opinions that are vttered , concerning her , whose name is said to haue bin Aclips , but that being rejected as a name vnknowne among vs , Froisard is rather beleeued , who calleth her Alice . Polidore contrariwise as before is declared , names her Iane , who by Prince Edward had issue , Edward dying yong , and Richard the second king of England , thogh ( as he saith ) she was diuorced afterwards , because within the degrees of consanguinitie prohibiting to many , the trueth whereof I omit to discusse , her husband the Lord Montague , being sent ouer into Flaunders by king Edward , was taken prisoner by the French , and not returning , left his Countesse a widow , in whose bed succeeded Prince Edward , to whose last and lawsull request the reioycesull Lady sends this louing answere .

Finis .
To the right Honourable and my very good Lord , Edward Earle of Bedford .

THrice noble and my gratious Lord , the loue I haue euer borne to the illustrious house of Bedford , and to the honourable familie of the Harringtons , to the which by marriage your Lordship is happily vnited , hath long since deuoted my true and zealous affection to your honourable seruice , and my Poems to the protection of my noble Ladie , your Countesse ; to whose seruice I was furst bequeathed , by that learnd & accomplisht gentleman sir Henry Goodere , ( not long since deceased , ) whose I was whilst hee was , whose patience pleased to beare with the imperfections of my heedles and vnstaied youth . That excellent and matchlesse Gentleman , was the first cherisher of my Muse , which had beene by his death left a poore Orphan to the world , had he not before bequeathed it to that Lady whom he so deerely liued . Vouchsafe then , my deere Lord , to accept this epistle , which I dedicate as zealously , as ( I hope ) you will patronize willingly , vntill some more acceptable seruice may be witnesse of my loue to your honour ,

Your Lordships euer Michaell Drayton .
Queene Isabell to Richard the second . The Argument .

Queene Isabel the daughter of Charles king of France ) being the second wife of Richard the second , the son of Edward the Blacke Prince , the eldest sonne of King Edward the third ; After the saide Richard her husband was deposed from his crowne and kingly dignitie , by Henry duke of Herford , the eldest son of Iohn of Gaunt duke of Lancaster , the fourth sonne of Edward the third , this Ladie being then very yong , was sent backe againe into Fraunce , without dowre , at what time the deposed King her husband was sent from the Tower of London ( as a prisoner ) vnto Pomfret Castle . Whether this poore Lady bewailing her husbands misfortunes writeth this Epistle from France .

AS dooth the yeerely Auger of the spring In deapth of woe , thus I my sorrow sing ; Words tunde with sighes , teares falling oft among , A dolefull burthen to a heauy song : Words issue forth to finde my griefe some way , Teares ouertake them , and doe bid them stay ; Thus whilst one striues to keepe the other backe , Both once too forward , now are both too slacke . If fatall Pomfret hath in former time . Nurrisht the griefe of that vnnaturall clime . Thether I send my sorrowes to be sed , But , where first bo●ne , where fitter to be bred ? They vnto France be aliens and vnknowne , England from her doth challenge these her owne . They say all mischiefe commeth from the North , It is too true , my fall doth set it forth ; But why should I thus limite Griefe a place , When all the world is filld with our disgrace ? And we in bounds thus striuing to containe it , The more resists , the more we doe restraine it . Oh how euen yet I hate these wretched eies , And in my glasse oft call them faithlesse spies ( Preparde for Richard ) that vnwares did looke Vpon that traitor Henry Bulingbrooke , But that excesse of ioy my sence bereau'd So much , my sight had neuer bin deceau'd . Oh how vnlike to my lou'd Lord was hee , Whom rashly I , sweet Richard tooke for thee , I might haue seene the Cou●sers selfe did lacke , That Princely rider should bestride his backe , He that ( since Nature her great worke began ) Shee made to be the mirrour of a man , That when she meant to forme some matchlesse lim , Still for a patterne , tooke some part of him , And iealous of her cunning , brake the mould , In his proportion done the best she could . Oh let that day be guiltie of all sinne , That is to come , or heeretofore hath bin , Wherein great Norffolkes forward course was staide , To prooue the treasons he to Hersord laide , When ( with sterne furie ) both these Dukes enragde , Their warlike gloues at Couentry engag'd , When first thou didst repeale thy former grant , Seal'd to braue Mowbray , as thy Combatant , From his vnnumbred howres let time deuide it , Lest in his minutes he should hap to hide it ; Yet on his brow continually to beare it , That when it comes , all other daies may feare it , And all ill-boding Planets by consent , That day may hold their dreadfull parlement , Be it in heauens decrees enroled thus , Blacke , dismall , fatall , inauspitious : Prowd Herford then , in height of all his pride , Vnder great Mowbraies valiant hand had dide ; Nor should not thus from banishment retire , The fatall brand to set our Troy on fire . O why did Charles relieue his needy state ? A vagabond and stragling runnagate ; And in this Court , with grace did entertaine This vagrant exile , this abiected Caine , Who with a thousand mothers curses went , Mark'd with the brand often yeeres banishment . When thou to Ireland took'st thy last farewell , Millions of knees vpon the pauements fell , And euery where th' applauding ecchoes ring , The ioyfull showts that did salute a King ; Thy parting hence , what pompe did not adorne ? At thy returne , who laugh'd thee not to scorne ? Who to my Lord a looke vouchsafde to lend , Then all too few on Herford to attend . Princes ( like sunnes ) be euermore in sight , All see the clowdes betwixt them and their light ; Yet they which lighten all downe from the skies , See not the clowdes offending others eyes , And deeme their noone-tide is desir'd of all , When all expect cleere changes by their fall . What colour seemes to shadow Herfords claime , When law and right his fathers hopes doth maime ? Affirm'd by church-men ( which should beare no hate ) That Iohn of Gaunt was illegi●timate ; Whom his reputed mothers tongue did spot , By a base Flemish Boore to be begot , Whom Edwards Eglets mortally did shun , Daring with them to gaze against the Sun . Where lawfull right and conquest doth allow , A triple crowne on Richards princely brow , Three kingly Lions beares his bloody field , No bastards marke doth blot his conquering shield , Neuer durst he attempt our haplesse shore , Nor set his foote on fatall Rauenspor● ; Nor durst his slugging Hulkes approch the strand , Nor stoope a top as signall to the land , Had not the Percyes promisde aide to bring , Against their oath vnto their lawfull King , Against their faith vnto our crownes true heire , Their valiant kinsman , Edmond Mortimer ; When I to England came , a world of eyes Like starres attended on my faire arise , At my decline , like angry Planets frowne , And all are set before my going downe ; The smooth fac'd ayre did on my comming smile , But with rough stormes are driuen to exile ; But Bullingbrooke deuis●e we thus should part , Fearing two sorrowes should possesse one heart ; To make affliction stronger , doth denie , That one poore comfort left our miserie , He had before diuorc'd thy crowne and thee , Which might suffice , and not to widdow mee , But that to proue the vtmost of his hate , To make our fall the greater by our state . Oh would Aumerle had suncke when he betraid The complot , which that holy Abbot laid . When he infring'd the oth which he first tooke , For thy reuenge on pe●iurde Bullingbrooke . And beene the ransome of our friends deere blood Vntimely lost , and for the earth too good ; And we vntimely mourne our hard estate , They gone too soone , and we remaine too late . And though with teares I from my Lord depart , This curse on Horford fall , to ease my heart : If the fowle breach of a chaste nuptiall bed , May bring a curse , my curse light on his head ; If murthers guilt with blood may deepely staine , Greene , Scroope , and Bushie , die his fault in graine ; If periury may heauens pure gates debar , Damn'd be the oth he made at Dancaster ; If the deposing of a lawfull King , The curse condemne him , if no other thing ; If these disioynde , for vengeance cannot call , Let them vnited strongly curse him all . And for the Percyes , heauen may heare my prayre , That Bullingbrooke now placde in Richards chaire ; Such cause of woe vnto their wiues may be , As those rebellious Lords haue beene to me . And that prowd Dame , which now controlleth all , And in her pompe triumpheth in my fall , For her great Lord may water her sad eyne , With as salt teares as I haue done for mine , And mourne for Henry Hotspur , her deere sonne , As I for my sweete Mortimer haue done ; And as I am , so succourlesse be sent , Lastly , to taste perpetuall banishment . Then loose thy care , where first thy crowne was lost , Sell it so deerely , for it deerely cost ; And sith they did of libertie depriue thee , Burying thy hope , let not thy care out-liue thee . But hard ( God knowes ) with sorrow doth it goe , When woe becomes a comforter to woe ; Yet much me thinkes of comfort I could say , If from my hart pale feare were rid away : Something there is which tells me still of woe , But what it is , that heauen aboue doth know ; Griefe to it selfe , most dreadfull doth appeare , And neuer yet was sorrow voide of feare ; But yet in death , doth sorrow hope the best , And with this farewell wish thee happy rest .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . If fatall Pomfret hath in former time ,

POmfret Castle , euer a fatall place to the Princes of England , and most ominous to the blood of Plantaginet . Oh how euen yet I hate these wretched eyes , And in my glasse , &c.

When Bullingbrooke returned to London from the West , bringing Richard a prisoner with him , the Queene , who little knew of her husbands hard successe , staid to behold his comming in , little thinking to haue seene her husband thus ledde in triumph by his foe , and now seeming to hate her eyes , that so much had graced her mortall enemie . Wherein great Norfolks forward course was staid .

She remembreth the meeting of two Dukes of Herford and Norfolke at Couentry , vrging the iustnesse of Mowbrayes quarrell against the Duke of Herford , and the faithfull assurance of his victorie . O why did Charles relieue his needie state ? A vagabond , &c.

Charles the French King her father , receiued the Duke of Herford in his Court , and releeued him in Fraunce , being so neerely alied , as Cosin german to king Richard his sonne in Law , which he did simply , little thinking that hee should after returne into England , and dispossesse King Richard of the Crowne . When thou to Ireland took'st thy last farewell .

King Richard made a voyage with his Armie into Ireland , against Onell and Mackemur , which rebelled , at what time Henry entred here at home , and robd him of all kingly dignitie . Affirmde by Church-men ( which should beare no hate ) That Iohn of Gaunt was illegit●imate .

William Wickham , in the great quarrell betwixt Iohn of Gaunt and the Clergy , of meere spight and malice ( as it should seeme ) reported , that the Queene confessed to him on her deathbed , being then her Confessor , that Iohn of Gaunt , was the son of a Flemming , and that shee was brought to bed of a woman childe at Gaunt , which was smothered in the cradle by mischance , & that she obtained this childe of a poore woman , making the king beleeue it was her owne , greatly fearing his displeasure . Fox e● Chron. Alban . No bastards marke doth blot our conquering shield .

Shewing the true and indubitate birth of Richard , his right vnto the Crowne of England , as carrying the Armes without blot or difference . Against their faith vnto the Crownes true heire , Their noble kinsman , &c.

Edmund Mortimer , Earle of March , sonne of Earle Roger Mortimer , which was sonne to Lady Phillip , daughter to Lionell Duke of Clarence , the third sonne to King Edward the third , which Edmund ( King Richard going into Ireland ) was proclaimed heire apparant to the Crowne , whose Aunt called Ellinor , this Lord Piercie had married . O would Aumerle had suncke when he betrayd The compl●t which that holy Abbot layd .

The Abbot of Westminster had plotted the death of King Henry , to haue beene done at a Tilt at Oxford : of which confederacie there was Iohn Holland , Duke of Excester , Thomas Holland , Duke of Surrey , the Duke of Aumerle , Mountacute , Earle of Salsbury , Spenser , Earle of Gloster , the Bishop of Carlile , Sir Thomas Blunt , these all had bound themselues one to another by Indenture to performe it , but were all betrayd by the Duke of Aumerle . Scroope , Greene , and Bushie , die his fault in graine ,

Henry going towards the Castle of Flint , where King Richard was , caused Scroope , Greene , and Bushie , to be executed at Bristow ; as vile persons , which had seduced this King to this lasciuious and wicked life . Damn'd be the oth he made at Doncaster .

After Henries exile , at his returne into England , he tooke his oth at Doncaster vpon the Sacrament , not to claime the crowne or Kingdome of England , but onely the Dukedome of Lancaster , his owne proper right , and the right of his wife . And mourne for Henry Hotspur , her deere sonne , As I for my , &c.

This was the braue couragious Henry Hotspur , that obtained so many victories against the Scots , which after falling out right with the curse of Queene Isabell , was slaine by Henry , at the battaile at Shrewsbury .

Richard the second to Queene Isabell . WHat may my Queene , but hope for from that hand , Vnfit to write ; vnskilfull to command ? A Kingdomes greatnesse , hardly can he sway , That wholesome counsaile neuer did obay ; Ill this rude hand did guide a Scepter then , Worse now ( I feare me ) gouerneth a pen ; How shall I call my selfe , or by what name , To make thee know from whence these letters came ? Not from thy husband , for my hatefull life Hath made thee widdow , being yet a wife ; Nor from a King , that title I haue lost , Now of that name prowd Bullingbroke may boast : What I haue beene , doth but this comfort bring , That no woe is , to say , I was a King . This lawlesse life , which first procurde my hate , This tongue , which then denounc'd my regall state , This abiect minde , that did consent vnto it , This hand , that was the instrument to doe it ; All these be witnesse , that I doe denie All passed hopes , all former soueraigntie . Didst thou for my sake leaue thy fathers Court , Thy famous Country and thy virgine port ; And vndertook'st to trauaile dangerous waies , Driuen by aukward windes and boist'rous seas ? And left 's great Burbon for thy loue to mee , Who su'd in marriage to be linck'd to thee , Offring for dower the Countries neighbouring nie . Of fruitfull Almaine , and rich Burgundie : Didst thou all this , that England should receiue thee , To miserable banishment to leaue thee ? And in my downefall , and my fortunes wracke , Forsaken thus , to France to send thee backe . When quiet sleepe ( the heauie hearts reliefe ) Hath rested sorrow , somwhat lesned griefe , My passed greatnes vnto minde I call , And thinke this while I dreamed of my fall : With this conceit my sorrowes I beguile , That my faire Queene is but with-drawne a while , And my attendants in some chamber by , As in the height of my prosperitie . Calling alowd , and asking who is there , The Eccho answering , tells me Woe is there ; And when mine armes would gladly thee enfold , I clip the pillow , and the place is cold , Which when my waking eyes precisely view , T is a true token , that it is too true . As many minutes as in the howres there be , So many howres each minute seemes to me , Each howre a day , morne , noone-tide , and a set , Each day a yeare , with miseries complet . A winter , spring-time , summer and a fall , All seasons varying , but vnseasoned all : In endelesse woe my thrid of life thus weares , By minutes , howres , daies , months & lingring yeares , They praise the summer , that enioy the South , Pomfret is closed in the Norths cold mouth : There pleasant summer dwelleth all the yeere , Frost-starued-winter dooth inhabite heere ; A place wherein dispaire may fitly dwell , Sorrow best suting with a cloudy Cell : When Herford had his iudgement of exile , Saw I the peoples murmuring the while ; Th' vncertaine Commons toucht with inward care , As though his sorrowes mutually they bare : Fond women , and scarse speaking children mourne , Bewaile his parting , wishing his returne , Then being forcde t' abridge his banisht yeeres , When they bedewd his footsteps with their teares : Yet by example could not learne to know To what his greatnes by this loue might grow , Whilst Henry boasts of our atchiuements done , Bearing the trophies our great fathers wonne ; And all the storie of our famous warre Now grace the Annales of great Lancaster . Seauen goodly siens in their spring did flourish , Which one selfe root brought forth , one stock did no●ish : Edward the top-branch of that golden tree , Nature in him her vtmost power did see , Who from the bud still blossomed so faire , As all might iudge what fruite it meant to beare : But I his graft of eu'ry weede ore-growne , And from the kind , as refuse forth am throwne , From our braue Grandsire , both in one degree , Yet after Edward Iohn the yongst of three . Might Princely Wales beget an impe so base , ( That to Gaunts issue should giue soueraigne place ) That leading Kings from France returned home , As those great Caesars brought their spoiles to Rome , Whose name obtained by his fatall hand , Was euer fearefull to that conquered land ; His fame increasing , purchasde in those warres , Can scarcely now be bounded with the starres , With him is valour quite to heauen fled , ( Or else in me is it extinguished , ) Who for his vertue and his conquests sake Posteritie a demy god shall make , And iudge this vile abiect spirit of mine Could not proceede from temper so diuine . What earthly humor , or what vulgar eie Can looke so lowe as on our misery ? When Bullingbrooke is mounted to our throne , And makes that his , which we but calld our owne : Into our counsells he himselfe intrudes , And who but Henry with the multitudes ? His power disgrades , his dreadfull frowne disgraceth , He throwes them downe , whome our aduancement placeth : As my disable , and vnworthy hand , Neuer had power belonging to command . He treades our sacred tables in the dust , And proues our acts of Parlament vniust ; As though he hated that it should be saide , That such a law by Richard once was made , Whilst I deprest before his greatnes , lie Vnder the weight of hate and infamie . My backe a footstoole Bullingbrooke to raise , My loosenes mockt , and hatefull by his praise : Out-liu'd mine honour , buried my estate , And nothing left me but the peoples hate . ( Sweet Queene ) i le take all counsell thou canst giue , So that thou bidst me neither hope nor liue ; Succour that comes , when ill hath done his worst , But sharpens griefe , to make vs more accurst . Comfort is now vnpleasing to mine eare , Past cure , past care , my Bed become my Beere . Since now misfortune humbleth vs so long , Till heauen be growne vnmindfull of our wrong , Yet they forbid my wrongs shall euer die , But still remembred to posteritie ; And let the crowne be fatall that he weares , And euer wet with woefull mothers teares . Thy curse on Percie angry heauens preuent , Who haue not one curse left , on him vnspent , To scourge the world , now borrowing of my store , As rich of woe , as I a King am poore . Then cease ( deere Queene ) my sorrowes to bewaile , My wounds too great for pittie now to heale , Age stealeth on , whilst thou complainest thus , My griefes be mortall and infectious ; Yet better fortunes thy faire youth may trie , That follow thee , which still from me doth flie .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Thi● tongue which first denounc'd my regall state .

RIchard the second , at the resignation of the crowne to the duke of Herford , in the Tower of London , deliuering the same with his owne hand , there confessed his disabilitie to gouerne , vtterly denouncing all kingly authoritie . And left'st great Burbon for thy love to me .

Before the Princesse Isabell was maried to the king , Lewes duke of Burbon sued to have had her in marriage , which was thought he had obtained , if this motion had not fallen out in the meane time ; This Duke of Burbon sued againe to have received her at her comming into France , after the imprisonment of king Richard but King Charles her Father then crost him as before , and gave her to Charles sonne to the Duke of Orleans . When Herford had his judgement of exile .

When the combate should have beene at Couentrie , betwixt Henrie Duke of Herford , and Thomas Duke of Norfolke ; where Herford , was adiudged to banishment for ten yeares , the commons exceedingly lamented , so greatly was he ever favored of the people . Then being forc'd t' abridge his banisht yeeres .

When the Duke came to take his leave of the King ; beeing then at Eltham , the King to please the Commons , rather then for any love he bare to Herford , repleaded foure yeares of his banishment . Whilest Henry boasts of our atchieuements done ,

Henry the eldest Sonne to Iohn Duke of Lancaster , at the first Earle of Darby , then created Duke of Herford , after the death of the Duke Iohn his father , was Duke of Lancaster and Hereford , Earle of Darby , Leicester , and Lincolne ; and after he had obtained the Crowne , was called by the name of Bullingbrooke , which is a towne in Lincolneshire , as vsually all the Kings of England bare the name of the places where they were borne . Seauen goodly syens in their spring did flourish .

Edward the third had seuen sonnes , Edward Prince of Wales , after called the blacke Prince , William of Hatfield the second , Lionell Duke of Clarence the third , Iohn of Gaunt Duke of Lancaster the fourth , Edmund of Langley Duke of York the fifth , Thomas of Woodstocke Duke of Gloster the sixth , William of Winsore the seuenth . Edward the top-branch of that golden tree .

Truly boasting himselfe to be the eldest Sonne of Edward the blacke Prince . Yet after Edward , Iohn the yongst of three .

As disabling Henry Bullingbrooke , being but the son of the fourth brother : William and Lionell being both before Iohn of Gaunt . That leading Kings from France , returned home ,

Edward the blacke Prince , taking Iohn king of France prisoner , at the battel of Poicters , brought him into England , where at the Sauoy he died . Whose name atchieued by his fatall hand ,

Called the Blacke Prince , not so much of his complexion , as of the famous battell he fought , as is shewed before : in the glosse vpon the Epistle of Edward to the Countesse of Salisbury . And prooues our Actes of Parlement vniust .

In the text parlement , after Richards resignation of the crown , Henry caused to be annihilated all the lawes made in the Parliament , called the wicked Parliament , held in the twenty yeere of king Richards raigne .

Finis .
To sir Iohn Swinerton Knight , and one of the Aidermen of the Citie of London .

VOrthy Sir , so much mistrust I my owne abilitie , to doe the least right to your vertues , that I could gladly wish any thing that is truely mine , were woorthy to beare your name , so much ( reucrend Sir ) I esteeme you , and so ample interest haue you in my loue ; To some honourable friends haue I deaicated these Poemes ( with whom I ranke you : may I escape prejumption ) Like not this Britaine the worse , though after some former Impressions he be lastly to 〈…〉 crated ; in this like an honest man that would part 〈…〉 his owne woorth , before he would presume his 〈…〉 ronage , with whom you shall euer commaund my 〈◊〉 , and haue my best wishes .

That loue you truely , Mich: Drayton .
Queene Katharine to Owen Tudor . The Argument .

After the death of that victorious Henry the fift , Queene Katharine , the Dowager of England and France , daughter to Charles the French King , holding her estate with Henry her sonne , ( then the fixt of that name ) falleth in loue with Owen Tuder a Welchman , a braue and gallant Gentleman of the Wardrobe to the yong King her son ; yet grently fearing if her loue shoulde be discouered , the Nobilitie woulde crosse her purposed marriage ; or fearing , that if her faire and princely promises should not assure his good successe , this high and great attempt , might ( perhappes ) daunt the forwardnesse of his modest and shamefast youth ; wherefore to breake the ice to her intent , she writeth vnto him this Epistle following .

IVdge not a Princesse worth impeacht hereby , That loue thus triumphs ouer maiestie ; Nor thinke lesse vertue in this royall hand , Which now intreates that wonted to command , For in this sort , though humbly now it wooe , The day hath beene , thou wouldst haue kneeld vnto . Not thinke that this submission of my state , Proceedes from frailtie , ( rather iudge it fate . ) Alcides ne're more fit for warres sterne shocke , Then when for loue sate spinning at the rocke , Neuer lesse cloudes did Phoebus glory dim , Then in a clownes shape when he couered him ; Ioues great commaund was neuer more obeyd , Than when a Satyres anticke parts he playd . He was thy king that sued for loue to mee , Shee is thy Queene that sues for loue to thee . When Henry was , what s Tuders now , was his ; Whilst yet thou arte , what s Henries , Tuders is ; My loue to Owen , him my Henry giueth , My loue to Henry , in my Owen liueth ; Henry woode me whilst warres did yet increase , I wooe my Tuder , in sweet calmes of peace , To force affection he did conquest proue , I fight with gentle arguments of loue . Incampt at Melans , in warres hote alarmes , First saw I Henry clad in princely armes . At pleasant Windsore first these eies of mine , My Tuder iudgde for wit and shape diuine . Henry abroade , with p●issance and with force , Tuder at home , with courtship and discourse , He then , thou now , I hardly can iudge whether Did like me best , Plantaginet or Tether . A march , a measure , battell or a daunce , A courtly rapier , or a conquering launce . His princely bed hath strengthned my renowne , And on my temples set a double crowne ; Which glorious wreathe , ( as Henries lawfull heire ) Henry the sixt vpon his brow doth beare . At Troy in Champaine he did first enioy My Brydall rites , to England brought from Troy , In England now that honour thou shalt haue , Which once in Champaine famous Henry gaue , I seeke not wealth , three kingdomes in my power , If these suffice not , where shall be my dower ? Sad discontent may euer follow her , Which doth base pelfe before true loue prefer ; If titles still could our affections tie , What is so great but Maiestie might buy ? As I seeke thee , so Kings do me desire , To what they would , thou easily mai'st aspire . That sacred fire , once warmde my heart before , The fuell fit , the flame is now the more , And meanes to quench it , I in vaine do proue , We may hide treasure , but not hide our loue ; And since it is thy fortune ( thus ) to gaine it , It were too late , nor will I now restraine it . Nor these great titles vainely will I bring , Wife , daughter , mother , sister to a King , Of grandsire , father , husband , sonne and brother , More thou alone to me , then all the other , Nor feare my Tudor , that this loue of mine , Should wrong the Gaunt-borne great Lancastrian line , Nor stir the English blood , the Sunne and Moone , T'repine at Lorame , Burbon , A lansoon ; Nor do I thinke there is such different ods , They should alone be numbred with the Gods . Of Cadmus earthly issue reckoning vs ; And they from Ioue , Mars , Neptune , Eolus , Of great Latonas of-spring onely they , And we the brats of wofull Niobe , Our famous grandsires ( as their owne ) bestride , That horse of fame , that God , begotten steede , Whose bounding hoofe plow'd that Boetian spring , Where those sweete maides of memory do sing , Not onely Henries Queene , but boast as well , To be the childe of Charles and Isabell . Nor do I know from whence their grief should grow , They by this match should be disparag'd so ; When Iohn and Longshankes issue both affied , And to the Kings of Wales in wedlocke tied , Shewing the greatnesse of your blood thereby , Your race , and royall consanguinity . And Wales as well as haughty England boasts , Of Camilot , and all her Penticosts ; A nephewes roome in great Pendragons race , At Arthurs Table held a princely place , If by the often conquest of your land , They boast the spoiles of their victorious hand , If these our antient Chronicles be true , They altogether are not free from you . When bloodie Rufus sought your vtter sacke , Twice entring Wales , yet twice was beatenbacke . When famous Cambria wash'd her in the flood , Made by th' effusion of the English blood , And oft returnde with glorious victory , From Worster , Herford , Chester , Shrowesbury , Whose power in euery conquest so preuailes , As once expulsde the English out of Wales . Although my beautie made my Countries peace , And at my Bridall former broyles did cease ; Yet more then power , had not his person beene , I had not come to England as a Queene . Nor tooke I Henry to supply my wont , Because in France , that time my choice was scant ; When he had robde all Christendome of men , And Englands flower remainde amongst vs then ; Gloster , whose counsells ( Nestor-like ) assist , Couragious Bedford , that great martiallist , Clarence , for vertue honoured of his foes , And Yorke , whose fame yet daily greater growes , Warwicke , the pride of Neuels haughty race , Great Salebury , so fearde in euery place . That valiant Poole , whom no atchieuement dares , And Vere , so famous in the Irish warres , Who though my selfe so great a Prince were borne , The worst of these my equall neede not scorne : But Henries rare perfections and his parts , As conquering Kingdomes , so he conquer'd hearts . As chaste was I to him as Queene might bee , But freed from him , my chaste lone vow'd to thee ; Beautie doth fetch all fauour from thy face , All perfect courtship resteth in thy grace . If thou discourse , thy lips such accents breake , As loue a spirit forth of thee seem●d to speake . The Brittish language , which our vowels wants , And iarres so much vpon harsh consonants , Comes with such grace from thy mellifluous tongue , As do the sweete notes of a well set song , And runnes as smoothly from those lips of thine , As the pure Tuskan from the Florentine ; Leauing such seasoned sweetenes in the eare , As the voyce past , yet still the sound is there : In Nisus Tower , as when Apollo lay , And on his golden viall vsde to play , Where sencelesse stones were with such musicke drownd , As many yeares they did retaine the sound , Let not the beames that greatnes doth reflect , Amaze thy hopes with timerous respect ; Assure thee Tudor , maiesty can be As kinde in loue , as can the mean'st degree ; And the embraces of a Queene as true , As theirs ( might iudge them ) much aduanc'd by you , When in our greatnes our affections craue Those secret ioyes that other women haue : So I ( a Queene ) be soueraigne in my choice , Let others fawne vpon the publique voice ; Or what ( by this ) can euer hap to thee , Light in respect to be belou'd of mee . Let peeuish worldlings prate of right and wrong , Leaue plaints and pleas , to whom they do belong ; Let old men speake of chances and euents , And Lawyers talke of titles and discents , Leaue fond reports to such as stories tell , And couenants to those that buy and s●ll ; Loue my sweete Tudor , that becomes thee best , And to our good suceesse referre the rest .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Great Henry sought to accomplish his desire , Armed , &c.

HEnry the fift , making claime to the Crowne of France , first sought by Armes to subdue the French , and after sought by marriage to confirme what he got by conquest , the heate and furie of which inuasion , is alluded to the sixion of Semele in Ouid : which by the crafty perswasion of Iuno , requested Ioue to come vnto her , as he was wont to come vnto his wife Iuno , who at her request hee yeelding vnto , destroyed her in a tempest . Incamp'd at Melans in wars hote alarmes , First , &c.

Neere vnto Melans , vpon the Riuer of Scyne , was the appointed place of parley , betweene the two Kings of England and France , to which place , Isabell the Qucene of France , and the Duke of Burgoyne , brought the yong Princesse Katherine , where King Henry first saw her . And on my temples set a double Crowne .

Henry the fift and Queene Katherine , were taken as King and Queene of France , and during the life of Charles the French king , Henry was called King of England , and heire of France , and after the death of Henry the fift , Henry the sixt his sonne , then being very yong , was crowned at Paris , as true and lawfull King of England and France . At Troy in Champaine he did first enioy .

Troy in Champaine , was the place where that victorious king Henry the fift married the Ptincesse Katherine , in the presence of the chiefe nobilitie of the Realmes of England and France . Nor these great tules vainely will I bring , Wife , daughter , mother , &c.

Few Queenes of England or France , were euer more princely alied then this Queene , as it hath beene noted by Historiographers . Nor thinke so Tudor that this loue of mine , Should wrong the Gaunt-borne , &c.

Noting the discent of Henry her husband , from Iohn Duke of Lancaster , the fourth sonne of Edward the third , which Duke Iohn was sirnamed Gaunt , of the Cittie of Gaunt in Flanders , where he was borne . Nor stirre the English blood , the Sunne and Moone , Trepine , &c.

Alluding the greatnes of the English line , to Phoebus and Phoebe , fained to be the children of Latona , whose heauenly kind might seorne to be ioyned with any earthly progenie : yet withall , boasting the blood of France , as not inferior to theirs . And with this allusion followeth on the historie of the strife betwixt Iuno and the race of Cadmus , whose issue was afflicted by the wrath of heauen . The children of Niobe slaine , for which the wofull mother became a rocke , gushing forth continually a sountaine of teares . And Iohn and Longshanks issue , both affied ,

Lheellin or Leolin ap Iorweth , married Ioane , daughter to king Iohn , a most beautifull Lady . Some Authors affirme that she was base borne , Lhewellin ap Gryfith , married Ellenor , daughter to Simon Montfort , Earle of Leicester , and Cosin to Edward Long-shankes , both which Lhewellins were Princes of Wales . Of Camilot and all her Pentecosts , A Nephewes roome , &c.

Camilot , the antient Pallace of King Arthur , to which place all the Knightes of that famous order yeerely repaired at Penticost , according to the law of the Table , and most of the famous home-borne Knights were of that Country , as to this day is perceiued by their antient monuments . When bloody Rutus sought your vtter sacke .

Noting the ill successe which that William Rufus bad in two voyages he made into Wales ; in which a number of his chiefe Nobilitie were slaine . And oft returnde with glorious victorie .

Noting the diuers sundry incursions that the Welchmen made into England , in the time of Rufus , Iohn , Henry the second , and Longshankes .

❧ Owen Tudor to Queene Katherine WHen first mine eyes heheld your princely name , And found from whence this friendly letter came , As in excesse of ioy my selfe forgot , Whether I saw it , or I saw it not ; My panting heart doth bid mine eyes proceede , My dazeled eye , inuites my tongue to reede ; Mine eye should guide my tongue , amazed mist it , My lips which now should speak , are dombe , & kist it , And leaues the paper in my trembling hand , When all my sences so amazed stand ; Euen as a mother comming to her childe , Which from her presence hath been long exilde , With tender armes his gentle necke doth straine , Now kissing him , now clipping him againe ; And yet excessiue ioy deludes her so , As still she doubts if this be hers or no : At length awak'ned from this pleasing dreame , When passion somwhat leaues to be extreame , My longing eyes , with their faire obiect meete , Where euery letter 's pleasing , each word sweete . It was not Henries conquests nor his Court , That had the power to win me by report , Nor was his dreadfull terror-striking name , The cause that I from Wales to England came , For Christian Rhodes , and our religious truth , To great atchieuements first had wonne my youth ; Before aduenture did my valour proue , Before I yet knew what it was to loue : Nor came I hether by some poore euent , But by th' eternall Destinies consent , Whose vncomprised wisedomes did fore-see , That you in marriage should be linck'd to mee . By our great Merlin , was it not fore-told , ( Amongst his holy prophecies enrold ) , When first he did of Tudors name diuine , That Kings and Queenes should follow in our line , And that the Helme , ( the Tudors antient Crest ) Should with the golden Flower-delice be drest ; And that the Leeke , ( our Countries chiefe renowne ) Should grow with Roses in the English Crowne : As Charles faire daughter , you the Lilly weare , As Henries Queene the blushing Rose you beare ; By France's conquest , and by Englands oth , You are the true made dowager of both ; Both in your crowne , both in your cheeke together , Ioyne Tethers loue to yours , and yours to Tether . Then make no future doubts , nor feare no hate , When it so long hath beene fore-told by Fate ; And by the all-disposing doome of heauen , Before our births , vnto one bed were giuen . No Pallas heere , nor Iuno is at all , When I to Venus giue the golden ball ; Nor when the Graecians wonder I enioy , None in reuenge to kindle fire in Troy . And haue not strange euents diuinde to vs , That in our loue we should be prosperous . When in your presence I was call'd to dance , In lofty trickes whilst I my selfe aduance ; And in my turne , my footing failde by hap , Was 't not my chance to light into your lap ? Who would not iudge it Fortunes greatest grace , Sith he must fall , to fall in such a place ? His birth from heauen , your Tudor not deriues , Nor stands on tip-toes in superlatiues , Although the enuious English do deuise , A thousand ieasts of our hyperbolies ; Nor do I claime that plot by antient deedes , Where Phoebus pastures his firie-breathing steedes ; Nor do I boast my god-made Grandsires scarres , Nor Giants trophies in the Titans warres ; Nor faine my birth ( your princely eares to please ) By three nights getting as was Hercules , Nor doe I forge my long descent to runne From aged Neptune , or the glorious Sunne , And yet in Wales with them most famous be , Our learned Bards doe sing my pedigree , And boast my birth from great Cadwallader , From old Cair-septon , in mount Palador , And from Eneons line , the South-wales king By The●dor the Tuders name do bring . My royall mothers princely stocke began , From her great grandam faire Gwenellian ; By true descent from Leolin the great , As well from North-wales as faire Powslands seat ; Though for our princely genealogie , I doe not stand to make apologie ; Yet who with iudgements true vnpartiall eyes , Shall looke from whence our name at first did rise , Shall finde that Fortune is to vs in debt ; And why not Tuder as Plantaginet ? Nor that terme Croggen , nicke-name of disgrace , Vsde as a by-word now in euery place , Shall blot our blood , or wrong a Welchmans name , Which was at first begot with Englands shame . Our valiant swords our right did still maintaine , Against that cruell , prowde , vsurping Dane ; And bucklde in so many dangerous fights , With Norwayes , Swethens , and with Muscouits , And kept our natiue language now thus long , And to this day yet neuer changde our tong , When they which now our Nation faine would tame , Subdude , haue lost their country , and their name : Nor neuer could the Saxons swords prouoke Our Brittaine neckes to beare their seruile yoke , Where Cambr●aes pleasant Countries bounded bee , With swelling Seuerne , and the holy Dee ; And since great Brutus first arriu'd , haue stood , The onely remnant of the Tr●●an blood . To euery man is not allotted chaunce , To boast with Henry to haue conque●d Fraunce ; Yet if my fortunes thus may raised be , This may presage a farther good to me . And our S. Dauid , in the Brutaines right , May ioyne with Grorge , the sainted English knight , And old Caer-marden , Merlins famous towne , Not scorn'd by London , though of such renowne . Ah would to God , that houre my hopes attend , Were with my wish brought to desired end , Blame me not Madame , though I thus desire , When eies with enuie doe my hap admire ; Till now your beauty in nights bosome slept , What eie durst st●●re , where awfull Henry kept ? Who durst attempt to saile but neere the bay , Where that all-conquering great Alcides lay ? Thy beauty now is set a royall prize , And Kings repaire to cheapen merchandize . If thou but walke to take the breathing aire , Orithia makes me that I Boreas feare , If to the fire Ioue once in lightning came , And faire Egina make me feare the flame . If in the Sunne , then sad suspition dreames Phoebus should spread Lucothoe in his beames , If in a fountaine thou doost coole thy blood , Neptune I feare , which once came in a flood ; If with thy maides , I dread Apolloes rape , Who coosned Chion in an old wiues shape ; If thou doost banquet , Bacchus makes me dread , Who in a grape Erigone did feede ; And if my selfe the chamber doore should keepe , Yet feare I Hermes comming in a sleepe . Pardon ( sweete Queene ) if I offend in this , In these delayes loue most impatient is ; And youth wants powre his hote splene to suppresse , When Hope already banquets in excesse . Though Henries fame in me you shall not finde , Yet that which better shall content your minde ; But onely in the title of a King Was his aduantage , in no other thing : If in his loue more pleasure you did take , Neuer let Queene trust Brittaine for my sake . Yet iudge me not from modestie exempt , That I another Phaetons charge attempt , My minde that thus your fauours dare aspire , Declare a temper of celestiall fire ; If loue a fault , the more is Beauties blame , When she her selfe is author of the same . All men to some one qualitie incline , Onely to loue is naturally mine . Thou arte by Beauty famous , as by birth ; Ordainde by heauen , to cheere the drowping earth , Adde faithfull loue vnto your greater state , And then alike in all things fortunate . A King might promise more , I not deny , But yet ( by heauen ) he lou'd not more than I. And thus I leaue , till time my faith approue , I cease to write , but neuer cease to loue .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . And that the helme , the Tudors ancient Crest ,

THe armes of Tudor was the helmes of mens heads , whereof he speaketh as a thing prophetically fore-told of Merlin . When in thy presence I was call'd to daunce .

Owin Tudor , being a courtly and actiue Gentleman , commrunded once to daunce before the Queen , in a turne ( not being able to recouer himselfe ) fell into her lappe , as shee sate vpon a little stoole , with many of her Ladies about her . And yet with them in Wales most famous be , Our learned Bards , &c.

This Berdh , as they call it in the Brittish tongue , or as we more properly say Bard , or Bardus , be their Poets , which keepe the records of Petigrees and discents , and sing in odes and measures to the Harps , after the old maner of the Lirick Poets . And boast my blood from great Cadwallader .

Cadwallader , the last king of the Britaines , descended of the noble and ancient race of the Troyans , to whom an Angell appeared , commaunding him to goe to Rome to Pope Sergius , where he ended his life . Since faire Caer-Septon in mount Palador .

Caer-Septon , now called Shaftsburie , at whose building it was said an ●●agle prophecied ( or rather one named Aquila ) of the fame of that place , and of the recouerie of the I le of the Brytaines , bringing backe with them the bones of Cadwallader from Rome . And from Eneons line , the South-wales King , From Theodor , &c.

This Eneon was slaine by the Rebels of Gwentsland , he was a noble and worthie Gentleman , who in his life did many noble acts , and was father to Theodor , or Tudor Maur , of whom discended the Princes of South-wales . From her great Grandam faire Guenelliam .

Guenelliam , the daughter of Rees ap Griffeth , ap Theodor , Prince of South-wales , maried Edniuet Vahan auncestor to Owen Tudor . By true descent from Liolin the great ,

This is tho Lewhelin , called Liolinus Magnus , Prince of North-wales . Nor that word Croggen , nick-name of disgrace .

In the voyage that Henry the second made against the Welchmen , as his Souldiers passed Offas ditch at Croggen Castel , they were ouerthrowne by the Welchmen : which word Croggen , hath since beene vsed to the Welchmens disgrace , which was at first begun with their honour . And old Caer-Merdin , Merlins famous towne ,

Caer-Merdin , or Merlins Towne , so called of Merlius beeing found there . This was Ambrose Merlin , whose prophecies wee haue . There was another of that name , called Merlin Siluestris , borne in Scotland , surnamed Calidonius , of the Forrest Calidon where he prophecied . And kept our natiue language now thus long .

The Welchmen bee those ancient Britaines , which when the Picts , Danes , and Saxons inuaded heere , were first driuen into those parts , where they haue kept their language euer since the first , without commixtion with any other language .

Finis .
To my worthy and deerly esteemed friend , Maister Iames Huish .

SIR your own naturall inclination to vertue , & your loue to the Muses , assure me of your kinde acceptance of my dedication . It is seated by custome ( from which wee are now bolde to assume authoritie ) to beare the names of our friends vpon the fronts of our bookes , as Gentlemen vse to set their Armes ouer their gates . Some say this vse began by the Heroes & braue spirits of the old world , which were desirous to be thought to patronize learning ; and men in requitall honour the names of those braue Princes . But I think some after , put the names of great men in their bookes , for that men should say there was some thing good , only because indeed their names stood there ; But for mine owne part ( not to dissemble ) I find no such vertue in any of their great titles to do so much for any thing of mine , and so let them passe . Take knowledge by this , I loue you , and in good faith , worthie of all loue I thinke you , which I pray you may supply the place of further complement .

Yours euer , M. Drayton .
Elinor Cobham to Duke Humfrey . The Argument .

Elinor Cobham , daughter to the Lord Cobham of Sterborough , and wife to Humfrey Plantaginet duke of Glocester , the sonne of Henry the fourth , King of England , surnamed Bullingbrooke . This noble Duke for his great wisdome and iustice called the good , was by King Henry the fift ( brother to this Duke ) at his death appointed Protector of the land , during the nonage of Henry the sixt ; this Elinor Duches of Glocester , a prowd and ambicious woman , knowing that if young Henry died without issue , the Duke her husband was the neerest of the bloud , conspired with one Bullingbrooke , ( otherwise called Onely a great Magitian ) Hun a priest and Iourdane witch of Eye , by sorcerie to make away the King , and by coniuration to know who should succeed . Of this being iustly conuicted , shee was adiudged to do penance three seuerall times openly in London , and then to perpetuall banishment in the I le of Man , from whence she writeth this Epistle .

ME thinks , not knowing who these lines should send , Thou straight turn'st ouer to the latter end , Where thou my name no sooner hast espi'd , But in disdaine my letters cast aside ; Why if thou wilt , I will my selfe denie , Nay , I 'le affirme and sweare I am not I , Orifin that thy shame thou doost perceiue , I le leaue that name , that name my selfe shall leaue , And yet me thinkes amazd thou shouldst not stand , Nor seeme so much appauled at my hand , For my misfortunes haue invrde thine eie ( Long before this ) to sights of misery ; No , no , reade on t is I , the very same , All thou canst reade , is but to reade my shame . Be not dismaide , nor let my name affright , The worst it can , is but t' offend thy sight ; It cannot wound , nor doe thee deadly harme , It is no dreadfull spell , nor magique charme ; If shee that sent it loue duke Humfrey so , Is t possible her name should be his foe ? Yes , I am Elnor , I am verie shee , Who brought for dower a virgins hed to thee , Though enuious Beuford slaunderd me before , To be duke Humfreis wanton Paramore , And though indeede I can it not denie , To Magique once I did my selfe apply , I wonne thee not , as there be many thinke , With poisning Philters , and bewitching drinke , Nor on thy person did I euer proue , Those wicked portions so procuring loue , I cannot boast to be rich Hollands heire , Nor of the bloud and greatnes of Bauire , Yet Elnor brought no forraine armies in , To fetch her backe , as did thy Iacomin ; Nor clamorous husbands followed me that fled . Exclayming Humfrey to defile his bed , Nor wast thou forcde the slaunder to suppresse . To send me backe as an adulteresse ; Brabant nor Burgoyne , claimed me by force , Nor su'd to Rome to hasten my deuorce ; Nor Belgias pompe defac'd with Belgias fire , The iust reward of her vniust desire ; Nor Bedford spouse , your noble sister Anne , That princely-issued great Burgunnian , Should stand with me , to moue a womans strife , To yeelde the place to the Protectors wife . If Cobhams name my birth can dignifie , Or Sterborough renowne my familie ; Where 's Greenewich now , thy Elnors Court of late , Where she with Humfrey held a princely state ? That pleasant Kent , when I abroad should ride , That to my pleasure laid forth all her pride ; The Thames by water when I tooke the ayre , Danc'd with my Barge in lanching from the staire ; The ankoring ships that when I pass'd the road , Were wont to hang their chequered tops abroad ; How could it be , those that were wont to stand , To see my pompe , so goddesse-like on land , Should after see me mayld vp in a sheete , Doe shamefull penance three times in the street● ? Rung with a bell , a Taper in my hand , Bare-foote to trudge before a Beedles wand ; That little babes , not hauing vse of tongue , Stood pointing at me as I came along . Where 's Humfreys power , where was his great command , Wast thou not Lord-protector of the Land ? Or for thy iustice , who can thee deny , The title of the good Duke Humfrey ? Hast thou not at thy life , and in thy looke , The seale of Gaunt , the hand of Bulling brooke ; What blood extract from famous Edwards line , Can boast it selfe to be so pure as thine ? Who else next Henry should the Realme prefer , If it allow of famous Lancaster ? But Rayners daughter must from France be fet , And with a vengeance on our throne be set ; Mauns , Maine and Aniou , on that begger cast , To bring her home to England in such haste , And what for Henry thou hast laboured there , To ioyne the King with Arminacks rich heire , Must all be dash'd , as no such thing had beene , Poole needes must haue his darling made a Queene ; How should he with our Princes else be plac'd , To haue his Farleship with a Dukedome grac'd ? And raise the of-spring of his blood so hie , As Lords of vs and our posteritie . O that by sea when he to France was sent , The ship had suncke wherein the traitor went ; Or that the sands had swallowed her before She e're set foote vpon the English shore . But all is well , nay we haue store to giue , What neede we more , we by her lookes can liue : All that great Henry by his conquests heapt , And famous Beaford to his glory kept , Be giuen backe ●o Rayner all in post , And by this meanes , rich Normandy be lost ; Those which haue comen as Mistresses of ours , Haue into England brought their goodly dowers , Which to our Coffers yeerely tribute brings , The life of subiects and the strength of Kings ; The meanes where by faire England euer might Raise power in France , to backe our antient right ; But she brings ruine heere to make aboad , And cancells all our lawfull claime abroad , And she must recapitulate my shame , And giue a thousand by words to my name , And call me Beldam , Gib , Witch , Night-mare , Trot , With all despight that may a woman spot : O that I were a witch but for her sake ! I faith her Queeneship little rest should take ; I would scratch that face that may not feele the ayre , And knit whole ropes of witch-knots in her haire , O I would hag her nightly in her bed , And on her breast sit like a lumpe of lead , And like a Fayrie , pinch that dainty skin , Her wanton blood is now so cockered in , Or take me some such knowne familiar shape , As she my vengeance neuer should escape ; Were I a garment , none should neede the more To sprinckle me with Nessus poisned gore , It were enough if she once put me on , To teare both flesh and sinewes from the bone ; Were I a flower that might her smell delight , Though I were not the poisning Acenite , I would send such a fume into her brow , Should make her mad , as mad as I am now . They say , the Druides once liu'd in this I le , This fatall Man , the place of my exile , Whose powerfull charmes , such dreadfull wonders wroght , Which in the gotish Island tongue were taught ; O that their spels to me they had resignde , Wherewith they raisde and calmde both sea & winde , And made the Moone pawse in her paled spheare , Whilst her grim Dragons drew them throgh the aire , Their hellish power to kill the Plow-mans seede , Or to fore-speake the flockes as they did seede , To nurse a damned spirit with humaine blood , To carry them through earth , ayre , fire and flood ; Had I this skill that time hath almost lost , How like a Goblin I would haunt her ghost , O pardon , pardon my mis-gouernde tongue , A womans strength cannot endure my wrong . Did not the heauens her comming in withstand , As though affrighted when she came to land ? The earth did quake , her comming to abide , The goodly Thames did twice keepe backe her tide ; Pauls shooke with tempests , and that mounting spire , With lightning sent from heauen was set on fire ; Our stately buildings to the ground were blowne , Her pride by these prodigious signes were showne ; More fearefull visions on the English earth , Than euer were at any death or birth . Ah Humfrey , Humfrey , if I should not speake , My breast would split , my very heart would breake . I that was wont so many to command , Worse now then with a clapdish in my hand ; A simple mantle couering me withall , A very leaper of Cares hospitall , That from my state a presence held in awe , Glad heere to kennell in a pad of straw ; And like an Owle by night to goe abroad , Roosted all day within an Iuy tod , Among the sea-cliffes , in the dampy caues , In charnall houses , or among the graues ; Saw'st thou those eies , in whose sweet cheereful looke , Duke Humfrey once such ioy and pleasure tooke ; Sorrow hath so dispoyl'd me of all grace , Thou couldst not say , this was my Eluors face ; Like a fowle Gorgon , whose disheuel'd haire , With euery blast flies gla●ing in the ayre ; Some standing vp like hornes vpon my head , Euen like those women that in Coos are bred : My lanke breasts hang like bladders left vnblowne , My skin with lothsome laundize ouer growne ; So pinde away , that if thou long'st to see Ruines true picture , onely looke on mee ; Sometime in thinking of what I haue had , Euen in a suddaine extasie am mad ; Then like a Bedlam , forth thy Elnor runnes , Like one of Bacchus raging franticke Nunnes , Or like a Tartar , when in strange disguise , Preparde vnto a dismall sacrifice . That Prelate Beuford , a fowle ill befall him , Prelate said I● nay diuell I should call him , Ah God forgiue me , if I thinke amisse , His very name me thinks my poison is ; Ah that vi●e Iudas , our professed foe , My curse pursue him where so e're he goe ; That to my iudgement when I did appeare , Laid to my charge those things which neuer were . I should pertake with Bullingbrookes intents , The hallowing of his magique instruments ; That I procured Southwell to assist , Which was by order consecrate a Priest , That it was I should couer all they did , That but for him , had to this day beene hid . Ah that vile bastard , that himselfe dare vaunt To be the sonne of thy braue grandsire Gaunt , Whom he but fatherd of meere charity , To rid his mother of that infamy , Who if report of Elder times be true , Vnto this day his father neuer knew . He that by murthers blacke and odious crime , To Henries throne attempted once to clime ; Hauing procurde by hope of golden gaine , A fatall hand his soueraigne to haue slaine ; Who to his Chamber closely he conuaide , And for that purpose fitly there had laide , Vpon whose sword that famous Prince had died , If by a dogge he had not beene discried . But now the Queene , her Minion Poole and he , As it please them , so now must all things be ; England's no place for any one beside , All is too little to maintaine their pride : What of a King hath Henry but the name , And now scarce that , so publike his defame ? And I pray God I do not liue the day , To see thy ruine , and thy Realmes decay ; And yet as sure as Humfrey seemes to stand , He be preseru'd from that vile traytors hand ; From Glosters seate , I would thou wert estrang'd , Or would to God that Dukedomes name were chang'd ; For it portends no goodnes vnto vs , Ah Humfrey , Humfrey , it is ominous , Yet rather then thy hap so hard should be , I would thou wert heere banished with me : Humfrey adue , farewell true noble Lord , My wish is all thy Elnor can afford .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . I sought that dreadfull Sorceresse of Eye .

ELinor Cobham was accused by some that sought to withstand , and mistiked her marriage with Duke Humsrey , that she practised to giue him Philters , and such poisoning potions , to make him loue her , as she was slandered by Cardinall Beuford , to haue liued as the Dukes Lemman , against the which Cardinall she exclaimeth in this Epistle in the verse before . Though enuious Beuford slandered me before .

Noting the extreame hate he euer bore her . Nor Elnor brought thee forraine Armies in , To fetch her backe as did thy Iacomin .

This was the chiefe and onely thing that euer tutched the reputation of this good Duke , that dotingly he married Iacomin , or as some call her Iaquet , daughter and heire to William Bauier , Duke of Holland , married before , and lawfull wife to Iohn Duke of Brabant , then liuing ; which after as it is shewed in this verse following . Brabant nor Burgoyne claimed me by force , N●rsu'd to Rome to hasten my deuorce .

Caused great warres , by reason that the Duke of Burgoyne tooke part with Brabant , against the Duke of Glocester ; which being arbitrated by the Pope , the Lady was adiudged to be deliuered backe to her former husband . Nor Bedfords spouse , your noble sister Anne , That Princely issued braue Burgonian .

Iohn Duke of Bedfort , that scourge of France , and the glory of the Englishmen , married Anne , sister to the Duke of Burgundie , a vertuous and beautifull Lady ; by which marriage , as also by his victories attained in France , he brought great strength to the English Nation . Where 's Greenewich now , thy Elnors Court of lat● ?

That faire and goodly pallace of Greenewich , was first builded by that famous Duke , whose rich and pleasant situation might remaine an assured monument of his wisedome , if there were no other memory of the same . They say the Druidesonce liued in this I le .

It would seeme that there were two Ilands , both of them called Mona , though now distinguished the one by the name of Man , the other by the name of Anglesey , both which were full of many infernall ceremonies , as may appeare by Agricolaes voyage , made into the hithermost Man , described by his sonne in law Cornelius Tacitus . And as superstition , the daughter of barbarisme and ignorance ; so amongst those Northerly nations , like as in America , Magicke was most esteemed . Druidae were the publicke ministers of their religion , as throghly taught in all rites thereof ; their doctrine concerned the immortalitie of the soule , the contempt of death , and all other points which may conduce to resolution , fortitude , and magnanimitie : their aboad was in groues and woods , whereupon they haue their name ; their power extended it selfe to maister the soules of men deceased , and to conferre with ghosts and other spirits , about the successe of things . Plutarch , in his profound and learned discourse of the defect of Oracles , reporteth that the outmost Brittish Iles , were the prison of I wot not what Demi-gods ; but it shall not neede to speake any farther of the Drueda , then that which Lucas doth . Et 〈◊〉 barbaricus ritus , moremque sinestrum , Sacrorum , Druidae positis repetistis ab armis .

Did not the heauens her comming in withstand ?

Noting the prodigious and fearefull signes that were seene in England , a little before her comming in : which Elinor expresseth in this Epistle , as fore-shewing the dangers which should ense vpon this vnlucky marriage . The hallowing of the magique instruments .

The instruments which Bullenbrooke vsed in his coniurations , according to the diuellish ceremonies and customes of these vnlawfull Artes , were dedicated at a Masse in the Lodge in Har●sey Parke , by Southwell , Priest of Westminster . Hauing procurde by hopes of golden gaine ,

This was one of the Articles that Duke Humfrey vrgde against the Cardinall Beuford , that conspired the death of Henry the fift , by conuaying a villaine into his chamber , which in the night should haue murthered him : but what ground of trueth hee had for the same , I leaue to dispute .

Duke Humfrey to Elinor Cobham ME thinks thou shuldst not doubt I could forget Her whom so many do remember yet ; No , no , our ioyes away like shadowes slide , But sorrowes firme , in memory abide ; Nay I durst answere , thou doost nothing lesse , But moou'd with passion , vrgde by thy distresse ; No Elnor no , thy woes , thy griefe , thy wrong , Haue in my breast beene resident too long ; Oh when report in euery place had spred , My Elnor was to sanctuarie fled , With cursed Ouley , and the witch of Eye , As guiltie of their vile conspiracie ; The dreadfull spirits when they did inuocate , For the succession , and the realmes estate ; When Henries Image they in waxe had wrought , By which he should vnto his death be brought ; That as his picture did consume away , His person so by sicknes should decay ; Griefe that before could ne're my thoughts controule , That instant tooke possession of my soule . Ah would to God I could forget thine ill , As for mine owne , let that instruct me still ; But that before hath taken too sure hold , Forget it said I ; would to God I could . Of any woe , if thou hast but one part , I haue the whole remaining in my hart ; I haue no neede of others cares to borrow , For all I haue is nothing else but sorrow . No my sweete Nell , thou tookst not all away , Though thou wentst hence , here stil thy woes do stay , Though from thy husband thou wert forcde to go , Those still remaine , they will not leaue me so ; No eie bewailes my ill , moanes my distresse , Our griefe is more , but yet our debt is lesse ; we owe no teares , no mourning dayes are kept ; For those that yet for vs haue neuer wept ; we hold no obijts , no sad exequies Vpon the death-daies of vnweeping eies . Alas good Nell , what should thy patience moue , T' vpbraid thy kind Lord with a forraine loue ? Thou mightst haue bid all former ills adue , Forgot the olde , we haue such store of new . Did I omit thy loue to entertaine with mutuall griefe to answere griefe againe ? Or thinkst thou I vnkindly did forbeare , To bandie woe for woe , and teare for teare ? Did I omit , or carelesly neglect , Those shewes of loue that Ladies so respect ? In mournefull blacke was I not seene to goe ? By outward shewes to tell my inward woe : Nor dr●rie words were wasted in lament , Nor cloudy brow bewraid my discontent , Is this the cause ? if this be it , know then , One griefe concealde more grieuous is than ten : If in my breast those sorrowes sometimes were , And neuer vtterd , still they must be there , And if thou knowst , they many were before , By time increasing they must needes be more ; England to me , can challenge nothing lent , Let her cast vp , what is receiu'd , what spent , If I her owne , can she from blame be free , If she but proue a stepdame vnto mee ? That if I should with that prowd bastard striue , To pleade my birth-right and prerogatiue ; If birth allow , I should not neede to feare it , For then my true nobilitie should beare it ; If counsell ayde , that Fraunce will tell ( I know ) Whose townes lie waste before the English foe ; When thrice we gaue the conquered French the foile . At Agincourt , at Crauant , and Uernoile , If faith auaile , these armes did Henry hold , To claime his crowne , yet scarcely nine months old . If countries care haue leaue to speake for me , Gray haires in youth , my witnes then may be , If peoples tongues giue splendor to my fame , They adde a title to duke Humfries name ; If toyle at home , French treason , English hate , Shall tell my skill in managing the state , If forraine trauell my successe may try , In Flaunders , Almaine , Boheme , Burgundy , That robe of Rome prowd Benford now doth weare , In euery place such sway should neuer beare . The Crosier staffe in his imperious hand , To be the Scepter that controules the land ; That home to England , despensations drawes , Which are of power to abrogate our lawes , That for those summes the wealthy church should pay , Vpon the needy Commontie to lay , His ghostly counsells onely doe aduise , The meanes how Langlies progenie may rise , Pathing young Henries vnaduised waies , A Duke of Yorke from Cambridge house to raise , which after may our title vndermine , Grafted since Edward in Gaunts famous line : Vs of succession safely to depriue , which they from Clarence fainedly deriue , Knowing the will old Cambridge euer bore , To eateh the wreathe that famous Henry wore . With Gray and Scroope , when first he laide the plot , From vs , and ours , the ga●land to haue got , As from the Match-borne Mortimer to raigne , Whose title Glendour stoutly did maintaine , When the prowde Percies haughty March , and hee , Had sharde the Land by equall partes in three . His Priesthoode now sterne Mowbray doth restore , To stirre the fire that kindled was before ; Against the Yorkists shall their claime aduance , To steele the poynt of Norffolkes sturdie lance , Vpon the breast of Herfords issue bent , In iust reuenge of antient banishment . He dooth aduise to let our pris●er goe , And doth enlarge the faithlesse Scottish foe , Giuing our heires in marriage , that their dowres May bring inuasion vpon vs and ours . Ambitious Suffolke so the helme doth guide , With Benfords damned policies supplide ; He and the Queene in counsell still conferre , How to raise him who hath aduanced her . But my deere heart , how vainely do I dreame , And flie from thee , whose sorrowes are my theame ? My loue to thee and England thus diuided , With the most parte how hard to be decided , Or thee , or that , to whether I am loath , So neere are you , so deere vnto me both , Twixt that and thee , for equall loue I finde England in gratefull , and my Elnor kind . But though my country iustly I reproue , For countries sake vnkinde vnto my loue , Yet is thy Humfrey to his Elnor , now , As when fresh beauty triumpht on thy brow , As when thy graces I admired most , Or of thy fauours might the frankli'st boast , Those beauties were so infinite before , That in abundance I was onely poore , Of which , though time hath taken some againe , I aske no more but what doth yet remaine . Be patient gentle heart in thy distresse , Thou arte a Princesse , not a whit lesse . Whilst in these breasts we beare about this life , I am thy husband , and thou arte my wife ; Cast not thine eie on such as mounted be , But looke on those cast downe as lowe as we ; For some of them which prowdly pearch so hie , Ere long shall come as lowe as thou or I. They weepe for ioy , and let vs laugh in woe , We shall exchange when heauen will haue it so . We mourne , and they in after time may mourne , Woe past may once , laugh present woe to scorne , And worse than hath beene we can neuer taste , Worse cannot come than is already past . In all extreames , the onely depth of ill , Is that which comforts the afflicted still ; Ah would to God thou wouldst thy griefes denie , And on my backe let all the burthen lie ! Or if thou canst resigne , make thine mine owne , Both in one carrige to be vndergone , Till we againe our former hopes recouer , And prosp'rous times blow these misfortunes ouer , For in the thought of those forepassed yeares , Some new resemblance of old ioy appeares . Mutuall our care , so mutuall be our loue , That our affliction neuer can remoue , So rest in peace , where peace hath hope to liue , Wishing thee more than I my selfe can giue .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . At Agincour● , at Grauant , and Vernoyle ,

THe three famous battels , fought by the Englishmen in France :

Agincourt by Henry the fift , against the whole power of France , Crauant fought by Montacute , Earle of Salisburie , and the Duke of Burgoyne , against the Dolphine of France , & William Stuart , Constable of Scotland : Vernoile , fought by Iohn Duke of Bedford , against the Duke of Alanson , and with him most of the Nobilitie of France , Duke Humfrey an Especiall Councellour in all these expeditions . In Flaunders , Almain , Boheme , Burgundie .

Here remembring the auncient amitie which in his ambassaes he concluded betwixt the King of England , and Sigismund Emperour of Almaine , drawing the Duke of Burgoyne into the same league , giuing himselfe as an hostage for the duke of saint Omers , while the Duke came to Calice to confirme the league . With his many other imployments to forraine Kingdoms . That crosier staffe in his imperious hand .

Henry Beuford , Cardinall of Winchester , that proud & haughtie Prelate , receyued his Cardinals hat at Calice by the Popes Legate , which dignitie , Henry the fift his nephew , forbade him to take vpon him , knowing his haughtie and malicious spirit vnfit for that robe and calling . The meanes how Langleis progenie may rise .

As willing to shew the house of Cambridge to bee descended of Edmund Langley Duke of Yorke , a yonger brother to Iohn of Gaunt his Grand-father ( as much as in him lay ) to smother the title that the Yorkists made to the crowne ( from Lionell of Clarence , Gaunts elder brother ) by the daughter of Mortimer . His priesthood now , sterne Mowbray doth restore .

Nothing the ancient grudge betweene the house of Lancaster and Norffolke , euer since Mowbray duke of Norffolke was banished for the accusation of Henry duke of Herford , ( after the king of England father to duke Humfrey , ) which accusation hee came as a Combatant , to haue made good in the Lists at Couentry . And giues our heires in marriage that their dowers .

Iames Stuart King of Scots , hauing bin long prisoner in England , was released , and tooke to wife the daughter of Iohn duke of Somerset , sister to Iohn duke of Somerset , neece to the Cardinall , and the duke of Excester , and coosin germain remooued to the King , this King broke the oath he had taken , and became after a great enemie to England .

FINIS .
To my Honored Mistris , Mistris Elizabeth Tanfield , the sole daughter and heire of that famous and learned Lawyer , Lawrence Tanfield Esquire .

FAire and vertuous Mistres , since first it was my good fortune to bee a witnesse of the many rare perfections wherewith nature and education haue adorned you , I haue beene forced since that time , to attribute more admiration to your sexe , then euer Petrarch could before perswade mee to by the praises of his Laura . Sweete is the French tongue more sweete the Italian ; but most sweete are they both , if spoken by your admired selfe . If Poesie were praiselesse , your vertues alone were a subiect sufficient to make it esteemed , though among the barbarous Getes : by how much the more your tender yeeres giue scarcely warrant for your more then womanlike wisedome , by so much is your iudgement and reading the more to be wondred at . The Graces shall haue one more sister by your selfe , and England to her selfe shall adde one Muse more to Muses . I rest the humble deuoted seruant , to my deere and modest Mistresse , to whom I wish the happiest fortunes I can deuise .

Michaell Drayton .
William de la Pole Duke of Suffolke , to Queene Margaret . The Argument .

William de la Pole , first Marques , and after created Duke of Suffolke , being sent into France by King Henry the sixt , concluded a marriage betweene the King his Master , and Margaret , daughter to Rayner , Duke of Aniou , who onely had the title of the King of Cicily and Ierusalem . This marriage being made , contrary to the liking of the Lords and Counsell of the Realme ( by reason of the yeelding vp of Aniou and Maine into the Dukes hands , which shortly after proued the losse of all Aquitaine , ) they euer after continually hated the Duke , and after , ( by meanes of the Commons ) banished him at the Parlement at Berry ; where after he had the iudgement of his exile , being then ready to depart , hee writeth backe to the Queene this Epistle .

IN my disgrace ( deere Queene ) rest thy content , And Margarets health from Suffolkes banishment , Not one day seemes fiue yeeres exile to mee , But that so soone I must depart from thee ; Where thou not present , it is euer night , All be exilde that liue not in thy sight . Those Sauages which worship the Sunnes rise , Would hate their God , if they beheld thine eyes ; The worlds great light , might'st thou be seene abroad , Would at our noone-stead neuer make aboad ; And make the poore Antipodes to mourne , Fearing lest he would neuer more returne , Wert not for thee , it were my great'st exile , To liue within this sea-inuirond I le . Poles courage brookes not limmitting in bands , But that ( great Queene ) thy soueraignty commands : Our Falcons kinde cannot the cage endure , Nor buzzard-like dooth stoope to euery lure ; Their mounting broode in open ayre doth roue , Nor will with Crowes be coop'd within a groue ; We all do breath vpon this earthly ball , Likewise one heauen encompasseth vs all , No banishment can be to him assignde , Who doth retaine a true resolued minde . Man in himselfe , a little world doth beare , His soule the Monarch , euer ruling there , Where euer then his body doth remaine , He is a King that in himselfe doth raigne , And neuer feareth Fortunes hot'st alarmes , That beares against her Patience for his Armes , This was the meane prowd Warwicke did inuent , To my disgrace at Leister Parlement , That onely I , by yeelding vp of Maine , Should be the losse of fertile Aquitaine , With the base vulgar sort to win him fame , To be the heire of good Duke Humfreys name ; And so by treason spotting my pure blood , Make this a meane to raise the Neuels brood . With Salsbury his vile ambitions syre , In Yorkes sterne breast , kindling long hidden fire , By Clarence title working to supplant , The Eagle ayrie of great Iohn of Gaunt . And to this end did my exile conclude , Thereby to please the rascall multitude ; Vrg'd by these enuious Lords to spend their breath , Calling reuenge on the Protectors death , That since the old decrepit Duke is dead , By me of force he must be murthered . If they would know who rob'd him of his life , Let him call home Dame Ellinor his wife , Who with a taper walked in a sheete , To light her shame at noone through London street ; And let her bring her Negromanticke booke , That fowle hag Iordane , Hun , and Bullenbrooke , And let them call the spirits from hell againe , To know how Humfrey died , and who shall raigne . For twenty yeeres and haue I serude in France , Against great Charles and bastard Orleance ? And seene the slaughter of a World of men , Victorious now , and conquered agen ; And haue I seene Vernoylas batfull fields , Strew'd with ten thousand helms , ten thousand shields , Where famous Bedford did our fortune try , Or France , or England for the victory ? The sad innesting of so many Townes , Scorde on my breast in honorable wounds ; When Mountacute and Talbot of such name , Vnder my Ensigne both first won their fame , In heate and cold all fortunes haue indurde , To rowze the French , within their walls immurde ; Through all my life , these perrills haue I past , And now to feare a banishment at last ? Thou knowst how I ( thy beauty to aduance ) For thee refusde the infant Queene of France , Brake the contract Duke Humfrey first did make , Twixt Henry and the Princesse Arminacke ; Onely ( sweete Queene ) thy presence I might gaine , I giue Duke Rayner , Aniou , Mauns and Maine , Thy peerelesse beutie for a dower to bring , To counterpoize the wealth of Englands King ; And from Aumerle with-drew my warlike powers , And came my selfe in person first to Towers , Th' Ambassadors for truce to entertaine , From Belgia , Denmarke , Hungary and Spaine , And telling Henry of thy beauties story , I taught my tongue a louers Oratory , As the report it selfe did so indite , And make it ravish teares with such delight ; And when my speech did cease ( as telling all ) My lookes shewde more that was Angelicall . And when I breathde againe and pawsed next , I left mine eyes dilating on the text ; Then comming of thy modesty to tell , In musickes numbers my voyce rose and fell : And when I came to paint thy glorious stile , My speech in greater cadences to file , By true descent to weare the Diadem , Of Naples , Cicils and Ierusalem , And from the Gods thou didst deriue thy birth , If heauenly kinde could ioyne with broode of earth ; Gracing each title that I did recite , With some mellifluous pleasing Epethite , Nor left him not , till he for loue was sicke , Beholding thee in my sweete Rhetoricke . A fifteenes taxe in France I freely spent In triumphs , at thy nuptiall tournament ; And solemnizde thy marriage in a gowne , Valude at more then was thy fathers Crowne ; And onely striuing how to honour thee , Gaue to my King what thy loue gaue to mee . Iudge if his kindenesse haue not power to moue , Who for his loues sake gaue away his loue . Had he which once the prize to Greece did bring , ( Of whom old Poets long agoe did sing ) Seene thee for England but imbarqu'd at Deepe , Would ouer-boord haue cast his golden sheepe , As too vnworthy ballace to be thought , To pester roome , with such perfection fraught . The briny seas which saw the ship enfold thee , Would vaut vp to the hatches to behold thee , And falling backe , themselues in thronging smother , Breaking for griefe , ennying one another ; When the prowd Barke , for ioy thy steps to feele , Scornd the salt waues shuld kisse her furrowing keele , And trick'd in all her flags , her selfe she braues , Capring for ioy vpon the siluer waues ; When like a Bull from the Phenician strand , Ioue with Europa , tripping from the land , Vpon the bosome of the maine doth scud , And with his swannish breast cleauing the floud , Tow'rd the faire fields , vpon the other side , Beareth Agenors ioy , Ph●●icias pride . All heauenly beauties ioyne themselues in one , To shew their glory in thine eye alone ; Which when it turneth that celestiall ball , A thousand sweet starres rise , a thousand fall . Who iustly saith , mine banishment to bee , When onely France for my recourse is free ? To view the plaines where I haue seene so oft , Englands victorious engines raisde aloft , When this shall be my comfort in my way , To see the place where I may boldly say , Heere mighty Bedford forth the vaward led , Heere Talbot charg'd , and heere the Frenchmen fled , Heere with our Archers valiant Scales did lie , Heere stood the Tents of famous Willoughbie ; Heere Mountacute rangde his conquering band , Heere forth we march'd , and heere we made a stand . What should we stand to mourne and grieue all day , For that which time doth easily take away ? What fortune hurts , let patience onely heale , No wisedome with extreamities to deale . To know our selues to come of humane birth , These sad afflictions crosse vs heere on earth . A taxe imposde by heauens eternall law , To keepe our rude rebellious will in awe . In vaine we prize that at so deere a rate , Whose best assurance is a fickle state , And needelesse we examine our intent , When with preuention , we cannot preuent ; When we ourselues fore-seeing cannot shun , That which before , with destinie doth run , Henry hath power , and may my life depose , Mine honour mine , that none hath power to lose ; Then be as cheerefull , ( beauteous royall Queene ) As in the Court of France we erst haue beene ; As when arriu'd in Porchesters faire road , ( Where , for our comming Henry made aboad ) When in mine armes I brought thee safe to land , And gaue my loue to Henries royall hand , The happy howres we passed with the King , At faire South-hampton , long in banquetting , With such content as lodg'd in Henries breast , When he to London brought thee from the West ; Through golden Cheape , when he in pompe did ride , To Westminster , to entertaine his Bride ,
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Our Falcons kinde cannot the cage indure .

HE alludes in these verses to the Falcon , which was the antient deuice of the Poles , comparing the greatnesse and hawtinesse of his spirit , to the nature of this bird . This was the meane prowd Warwicke did inuent , To my disgrace , &c.

The Commons at this Parlement , through Warwicks meanes , accused Suffolke of treason , and vrged the accusation so vehemently , that the king was forced to exile him for fiue yeeres . That onely I by yeelding vp of Maine , Should be the losse of fertile Aquitaine .

The Duke of Suffolke being sent into France to conclude a peace , chose Duke Rainers daughter , the Lady Margaret , whom he espoused for Henry the sixt , deliuering for her to her father , the Countries of Aniou and Maine , and the Citty of Mauns . Whereupon the Earle of Arminach ( whose daughter was before promised to the King ) seeing himselfe to bee deluded , caused all the Englishmen to be expulsed Aquitino Gascoyne and Guyen . With the base vulgar sort to win him same , To be the heyre of good Duke Humfreys name .

This Richard that was called the great Earle of Warwicke , when Duke Humfrey was dead , grew into exceeding great fauour with the Commons .

With Salisburie , his vile ambicious Sire , In Yorks sterne breast , kindling long hidden fire , By Clarence title , working to supplant , The Eagle Ayrie of great Iohn of Gaunt .

Richard Plantagenet , Duke of Yorke , in the time of Henry the sixt , claimed the Crowne ( being assisted by this Richard Nea●ll Earle of Salisburie , and father to the great Earle of Warwicke , who fauoured exceedingly the house of Yorke ) in open Parliament , as heir to Lionell Duke of Clarence , the third sonne of Edward the third , making his title by Anne his Mother , wife to Richard Earle of Cambridge , sonne to Edmund of Langley , Duke of Yorke ; which Anne was daughter to Roger Mortimer Earle of March , which Roger was sonne & heire to Edmund Mortimer that married the Ladie Philip , daughter and heire to Lionell Duke of Clarence , the third sonne of King Edward , to whom the crowne after King Richard the seconds death , linealy descended , he dying without issue . And not to the heires of the Duke of Lancaster , that was yonger brother to the Duke of Clarence . Hall . cap. 1. Tit. Yor. & Lanc. Vrg'd by these enuious Lords to spend their breath , Calling reuenge on the Protectors death .

Humfrey Duke of Glocester , & Lord Protector in the 25. yeare of Henry the sixt , by the meanes of the Queene , and the Duke of Suffolke was arrested by the Lord Beumond , at the Parliament holden at Berrie , and the same night after murthered in his bed . If they would know who robd him , &c. To this verse , To know how Humfrey died , and who shall raigne . In these verses he iests at the Protectors wife , who ( being accused & conuicted of treason , because with Iohn Hun a priest , Roger Bullingbrooke a Negromancer , & Margery Iordan , called the Witch of Eie , she had consulted by sorcery to kil the king ) was adiudged to perpetuall prison in the I le of Man , and to doe penance openly in three publique places in London . For twentie yeares and haue I seru'd in Fraunce ,

In the sixt yeare of Henry the sixt , the Duke of Bedford being deceased , then Lieutenant generall , and Regent of Fraunce ; this Duke of Suffolke , was promoted to that dignity , hauing the Lord Talbot , Lord Scales , and the Lord Mountacute to assist him . Against great Charles , and bastard Orleance .

This was Charles the seauenth , and after the death of Henry the fifth obtained the crowne of France , and recouered againe much of that his father had lost . Bastard Orleance , was sonne to the Duke of Orleance , begotten of the Lord Cawnies wife , preferred highly to many notable offices , because hee being a most valiant Captaine , was continuall enemie to the Englishmen , dayly infesting them with diuerse incursions . And haue I seene Vernoyla's batfull fields .

Vernoyle is that noted place in Fraunce , where the great battell was fought in the beginning of Henrie the sixt his raigne , where the most of the French Chiualrie were ouercome by the Duke of Bedford . And from Aumerle with-drew my warlike powers ,

Aumerle is that strong defenced towne in France , which the Duke of Suffolke got after 24. great assaults giuen vnto it .

And came my selfe in person first to Towers Th' embassadours for truce to entertaine , From Belgia , Denmarke , Hungary and Spaine .

Towers is a Cittie in France , built by Brutus as hee came into Britaine , where , in the twentie and one yeare of the raigne of Henry the sixt , was appoynted a great diet to bee kept , whither came the Embassadours of the Empire , Spaine , Hungary , & Denmarke , to entreate for a perpetuall peace , to bee made betweene the two Kings of England and Fraunce . By truo descent to weare the Diadem , Of Naples , Cicilie , and Ierusalem .

Rainer Duke of Aniou , father to Queene Margaret , called him selfe King of Naples , Cicily , and Ierusalem , hauing the title alone of King of those Countries . A fifteene taxe in Fraunce I freely spent .

The Duke of Suffolke , after the marriage concluded twixt King Henry and Margaret , daughter to duke Rayner , asked in open Parliament a whole fifteenth to fetch her into England . Seene thee for England but imbarqu'd at Deepe .

Deepe is a towne in Fraunce , bordering vpon the Sea , where the Duke of Suffolke with Queene Margaret , tooke shippe for England . As when arriu'd in Porchester faire Roade .

Porchester , a hauen towne in the South-west part of England , where the King tarried , expecting the Queenes arriuall , whom from thence he conuayed to South-hamton .

Queene Margaret to William de-la-Poole Duke of Suffolke . WHat newes ( sweet Pole ) look'st thou my liues shuld tell , But like the tolling of the dolefull Bell ? Bidding the deaths-man to prepare the graue , Expect from me no other newes to haue , My brest , which once was mirths imperiall throne , A vast and desart wildernesse is growne : Like that cold Region , from the world remote , On whose breeme seas the icie mountaines flote Where those poore creatures banisht from the light , Do liue imprisond in continuall night . No ioy presents my soules eternall eies , But diuination of sad tragedies , And Care takes vp her solitarie inne , Where youth and ioy their court did once beginne . As in September when our yeere resignes , The glorious Sunne vnto the watrie signes , Which through the clouds looks on the earth in scorn ; The little bird , yet to salute the morne , Vpon the naked branches sets her foote , The leaues now lying on the mossie roote ; And there a seely chitipping dooth keepe , As though she faine would sing , yet fame would weep , Praising faire summer that too soone is gone , Or sad for winter too fast comming on , In this strange plight I mourne for thy depart , Because that weeping cannot ease my hart . Now to our aide , who stirs the neighbouring kings ? Or who from France a puissant armie brings ? Who moues the Norman to abet our warre ? Or stirs vp Burgoyne , to ayde Lancaster ? Who in the North our lawfull claime commends , To win vs credite with our valiant friends ? To whom shall I my secret griefe impart ? Whose breast I made the closet of my hart . The ancient Heroes fame thou didst reuine , And didst from them thy memorie deriue , Nature by thee , both gaue and taketh all , Alone in Poole she was too prodigall ; Of so diuine and rich a temper wrought , As heauen for him perfections deepe had sought ; Well knew king Henry what he pleaded for , when he chose thee to be his Orator ; Whose Angell-eye by powerfull influence , Doth vtter more than humane eloquence , That when Ioue would his youthful sports haue tride , But in thy shape himselfe would neuer hide ; which in his loue had bin of greater power , Then was his Nymph , his flame , his swan , his shower , To that allegiance Yorke was bound by oath , To Henries heires and safety of vs both , No longer now he meanes record shall beare it , He will dispence with heauen , and will vnsweare it . He that 's in all the worlds blacke sinnes forlorne , Is carelesse now how oft he be forsworne ; And now of late his title hath set downe , By which he make his claime vnto the Crowne . And now I heare his hatefull duchesse chats , And rips vp their descent vnto her brats , And blesseth them as Englands lawfull heires , And tells them that our diademe is theirs . And if such hap her goddesse Fortune bring , If three sonnes faile , shee le make the fourth a King . He that 's so like his Damme , her yongest Dicke , That foule , il-fauored , crooke backt stigmaticke , That like a carcas stolne out of a tombe ; Came the wrong way out of hir mothers wombe ; with teeth in 's head , his passage to haue torne , As though begot an age ere he was borne . Who now will curbe prowde Yorke when he shal rise ? Or armes out right against his enterprize , To crop that bastard weede which daily growes To ouer-shadow our vermilian Rose ? Or who will muzzel that vnruly Beare , Whose presence strikes our peoples harts with feare ? Whilst on his knees this wretched King is downe , To saue them labour , reaching at his Crowne , Where like a mounting Cedar he should beare His plumed top aloft into the ayre ; And let these shrubs sit vnderneath his shrowdes , Whilst in his armes he doth embrace the clowdes , O that he should his fathers right inherite , Yet be an alien to that mightie spirite . How were those powers dispersde , or whether gone , Should sympathize in generation , Or what apposed influence had force , So much t' abuse and alter natures course ? All other creatures follow after kinde , But man alone doth not beget the minde . My Daisie-flower , which erst perfumde the ayre , Which for my fauours Princes once did weare ; Now in the dust lies troden on the ground . And with Yorkes garlands euery one is crownd . When now his rising waites on our decline , And in our setting he beginnes to shine , Now in the skies that dreadful Comet waues , And who be starres but Warwickes bearded staues ? And all those knees which bended once so low , Grow stiffe , as though they had forgot to bow ; And none like them pursue me with despite , Which most haue cride , God saue Queene Margarite , When fame shall brute thy banishment abroade , The Yorkish faction then will lay on loade ; And when it comes once to our westerne coast , O how that hag Dame Elinor will boast , And labour strait by all the meanes she can , To be calld home out of the I le of Man , To which I know great Warwicke will consent , To haue it done by act of Parlement , That to my teeth my birth she may defie , Slaundring duke Rayner with base beggerie ; The onely way she could deuise to grieue me , wanting sweete Suffolke , which shouldst most relieue me , And from that stocke doth sprowt another bloome , A Kentish rebell , a base vpstart groome ; And this is he the white Rose must preferre , By Clarence daughter , matcht with Mortimer , Thus by Yorkes meanes , this rascall pesant Cade , Must in all haste Plantaginet be made ; Thus that ambitious duke sets all on worke , To sound what friends affect the claime of Yorke , whilst he abroad doth practise to command , And makes vs weake by strengthning Ireland ; More his owne power still seeking to increase , Then for king Henries good , or Englands peace . Great Winchester vntimely is deceasde , That more and more my woes should be increasde . Beuford , whose shoulders prowdly bare vp all The Churches prop , that famous Cardinall . The Commons ( bent to mischiefe ) neuer let , with Fraunce t' vpbraid that valiant Sommerset , Rayling in tumults on his souldiers losse , Thus all goes backeward , crosse comes after crosse , And now of late duke Humfries old alies , With banisht Elnors base complices , Attending their reuenge grow wondrous crouse , And threaten death and vengeance to our house ; And I lone the wofull remnant am , T' endure these stormes with wofull Buckingham . I pray thee Poole , haue care how thou doost passe , Neuer the Sea yet halfe so dangerous was ; And one foretolde by Water thou shouldst die , ( Ah! foule befall that foule tongues prophecie ) And euery night am troubled in my dreames , That I doe see thee tosst in dangerous streames ; And oft-times shipwrackt , cast vpon the land , And lying breathlesse on the queachy sand ; And oft in visions see thee in the night , Where thou at Sea maintainst a dangerous fight ; And with thy proued target and thy sword , Beatst backe the pyrate which would come aboord . Yet be not angry that I warne thee thus , The truest loue is most suspitious , Sorrow doth vtter what vs still doth grieue , But hope forbids vs sorrowe to belieue ; And in my counsell yet this comfort is , It can not hurt , although I thinke amisse , Then liue in hope in triumph to returne , When cleerer dayes shall leaue in cloudes to mourne , But so hath sorrow girt my soule about , That that word Hope ( me thinks ) comes slowly out ; The reason is , I know it heere would rest , Where it would still behold thee in my breast . Farewell sweete Pole , faine more I would indite , But that my teares doe blot as I do write .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Or brings in Burgoyne to ayde Lancaster .

PHillip Duke of Burgoyne and his sonne , were alwaies great fauorites of the house of Lancaster , howbeit they often dissembled both with Lancaster and Yorke . Who in the North our lawfull claime commends , To win vs credite with our valiant friends .

The chiefe Lords of the North parts , in the time of Henry the fixt , withstood the Duke of Yorke at his rising , giuing him two great ouerthrowes .

To that allegeance Yorke was bound by oth To Henries heires , and safety of vs both , No longer now he meanes Records shall beare it , He will dispence with heauen , and will vnsweare it .

The Duke of Yorke at the death of Henry the fift , and at this Kings coronation , tooke his oth to be true subiect to him and his heires for euer ; but afterward dispensing therewith , claimed the crowne as his rightfull and proper inheritance . If three sonnes faile , shee 'le make the fourth a King .

The Duke of Yorke had foure sonnes , Edward Earle of March , that afterward was Duke of Yorke , and King of England , when he had deposed Henry the sixt , and Edmund Earle of Rutland , slaine by the Lord Clifford at the battel at Wakefield : and George Duke of Clarence , that was murthered in the Tower : and Richard Duke of Gloster , who was ( after he had murthered his brothers sonnes ) King by the name of Richard the third .

He that 's so like his Dam , her yongest Dicke , That fowle illfauored crookeback'd Stigmaticke , &c. Till this verse , As though begot an age , &c.

This Richard ( whom ironically she heere calls Dicke ) that by treason after his Nephewes murthered , obtained the crowne , was a man low of stature , crooke-back'd , the left shoulder much higher then the right , and of a very crabbed and sower countenance : his mother could not be deliuered of him , hee was borne toothd , & with his feet forward , contrary to the course of nature . To ouershadow our vermilian Rose .

The red Rose was the badge of the house of Lancaster , and the white Rose of Yorke , which by the marriage of Henry the seauenth , with Elizabeth indubitate heire of the house of Yorke , was happily vnited . Or who will muzzell that vnruly beare .

The Earle of Warwicke , the setter vp and puller downe of Kings , gaue for his Armes the white Beare rampant , and the ragged staffe . My Daisie flower which erst perfumde the ayre , Which for my fauour Princes once did weare , &c.

The Daisie in French is called Margaret , which was Queene Margarets badge , where-withall the Nobilitie and chiualrie of the Land , at the first arriuall were so delighted , that they wore it in their hats in token of honour . And who be starres but Warwikes bearded staues .

The ragged or bearded staffe , was a part of the Armes belonging to the Earledome of Warwicke . Slandring Duke Rayner with base beggery .

Rayner Duke of Aniou , called himselfe King of Naples , Cicile , and Ierusalem , hauing neither inheritance nor tribute from those parts , and was not able at the marriage of the Queene , of his owne charges , to send her into England , though he gaue no dower with her : which by the Dutchesse of Glocester , was often in disgrace cast in her teeth . A Kentish rebell , a base vpslart groome .

This was Iacke Cade , which caused the Kentish-men to rebell in the 28. yeere of King Henry the fixth . And this is he the white Rose must prefer , By Clarence daughter match'd to Mortimer .

This Iacke Cade instructed by the Duke of Yorke , pretended to be descended from Mortimer , which married Lady Phillip , daughter to the Duke of Clarence . And makes vs weake by strengthning Ireland .

The Duke of Yorke being made Deputy of Ireland , first there began to practise his long pretended purpose , strengthning himselfe by all meanes possible , that hee might at his returne into England by open warre , claime that which so long he had priuily gone about to obtaine . Great Winchester vntimely is deceasde .

Henry Benford , Bishop and Cardinall of Winchester , sonne to Iohn of Gaunt , begot in his age , was a prowd and ambitious Prelate , fauouring mightily the Queene and the Duke of Suffolke , continually heaping vp innumerable treasure , in hope to haue beene Pope , as himselfe on his death-bed confessed . With France t' vpbraide the valiant Somerset .

Edmund Duke of Somerset , in the 24. of Henry the sixth , was made Regent of France , and sent into Normandie to desend the English territories against the French inuasions , but in short time he lost all that King Henry the fifth won , for which cause the Nobles and Commons euer after hated him . T' endure these stormes with wofull Buckingham .

Humfrey Duke of Buckingham , was a great fauorite of the Queenes faction , in the time of Henry the sixt . And one sore-told , by water thou shouldst die .

The Witch of Eye , receiued answer from her spirit , that the Duke of Suffolke should take heede of water : which the Queene forwarnes him of , as remembring the Witches prophecie , which afterwards came to passe .

Finis .
To the Right Worshipfull Sir Thomas Munson , Knight .

SIR , amongst many which most deseruedly loue you , though I the least , yet am loth to be the last , whose endeuours may make knowne how highly they esteeme of your noble and kinde disposition ; Let this Epistle Sir ( I beseech you ) which vnworthily weares the badge of your worthy name , acknowledge my zeale with the rest , ( though much lesse deseruing ) which for your sake , doe honour the house of the Mounsons . I know true generositie accepteth what is zealously offred , though not euer deseruingly excellent ; yet for loue of the Art from whence it receiueth resemblance . The light Phrigian harmony stirreth delight , as well as the melancholy Doricke moueth passion ; both haue their motion in the spirit , as the liking of the soule moueth the affection . Your kinde acceptance of my labour , shall giue some life to my Muse , which yet houers in the vncertaintie of the generall censure .

Mich: Drayton .
Edward the fourth to Shores wife The Argument .

This Mistris Shore , King Edward the fourths beauteous Paramore , was so called of her husband a Gold smith , dwelling in Lombard streete . Edward the fourth , sonne to Richard Duke of Yorke , after he had obtained the crowne by deposing Henry the sixth , ( which Henry was after murthered in the Tower by Richard Crookebacke ) and after the battell sought at Barnet , where the famous Earle of Warwicke was slaine , and that King Edward quietly possessed the Crowne , hearing ( by report of many ) the rare and wonderfull beautie of the aforesaid Shores wife , commeth himselfe disguised to London to see her ; where after he had once beheld her , he was so surprised with her admirable beautie , as not long after he robbed her husband of his deerest iewell ; but first by this Epistle he writeth vnto her .

VNto the fair'st that euer breath'd this ayre , From English Edward to that fairest faire , Ah would to God thy title were no more , That no remembrance might remaine of Shore , To countermand a Monarchs high desire , And bar mine eyes of what they most admire . O why should Fortune make the Citty prowd , To giue that more then is the Court allow'd ? Where they like ( wretches ) hoard it vp to spare , And do engrosse it , as they do their ware . When fame first blaz'd thy beautie heere in Court , Mine cares repulsde it as a light report , But when mine eyes sawe that mine eare had heard , They thought report too nigardly had sparde ; And strooken dumbe with wonder , did but mutter , Conceiuing more then she had words to vtter . Then thinke of what thy husband is possest , When I enuie that Shore should be so blest ; When much aboundance makes the needie mad , And hauing all , yet knowes not what is had . Into fooles bosomes this good fortune creepes , And wealth comes in the whilst the miser sleepes . If now thy beautie be of such esteeme , Which all of so rare excellencie deeme , What would it be , and prized at what rate , Where it adorned with a kingly state ? Which being now but in so meane a bed , Is like an vncut Diamond in lead , E're it be set in some high-prized ring , Or garnished with rich enamiling ; We see the beauty of the stone is spilt , Wanting the gratious ornament of guilt . When first attracted by thy heauenly eyes , I came to see thee , in a strange disguise , Passing thy shop , thy husband calls me backe , Demanding what rare jewell I did lacke : I want ( thought I ) one that I dare not craue , And ( one I feare ) thou wilt not let me haue ; He calls for Caskets forth , and shewes me store , But yet I knew he had one jewell more ; And deadly curst him that he did denie it , That I might not for loue or mony buy it . O might I come a Diamond to buy , That had but such a lustre as thine eye . Would not my treasure serue , my Crowne should go , If any jewell could be prized so ; An Agat , branched with thy blushing straines , A Saphire , but so az●rde as thy veines ; My kingly Scepter onely should redeeme it , At such a price if iudgement could esteeme it . How fond and sencelesse be those strangers then , Who bring in toyes to please the Englishmen ? I smile to thinke how fond th' Italians are , To iudge their artificiall gardens rare , When London in thy cheeks can shew them heere , Roses and Lillies growing all the yeere : The Portugall , that onely hopes to win , By bringing stones from farthest India in , When happy Shore can bring them forth a girle , Whose lips be Rubies , and her teeth be Pearle . How silly is the Polander and Dane , To bring vs Cristall from the frozen maine ? When thy cleere skins transparence doth surpasse Their Christall , as the Diamond doth glasse . The foolish French which brings in trash and toyes , To turne our women , men , or girles to boyes , When with what tire thou doost thy selfe adorne , That for a fashion onely shall be worne ; Which though it were a garment but of haire , More rich then robe that euer Empresse ware . Me thinks thy husband takes his marke aw●y , To set his plate to sale when thou art by ; When they which do thy Angel locks behold , Like basest drosse do but respect his gold , And wish one haire before that massie heape , And but one locke before the wealth of Cheap● ; And for no cause else , hold we gold so deare , But that it is so like vnto thy haire , And sure I thinke Shore cannot choose but flowt , Such as would finde the great Elixar out , And laugh to see the Alchimists , that choke Themselues with fumes , & waste their wealth in smoke . When if thy hand but touch the grossest mold , It is con●erted to refined gold , When theirs is chafferd at an easie rate , Well knowne to all to be adulterate ; And is no more when it by thine is set , Then paltry Beugle , or light-prized jeat . Let others weare perfumes , for thee vnmeete , If there were none , thou could'st make all things sweet . Thou comfort'st sence , and yet all sence dost waste , To heare , to see , to smell , to feele , to taste ; Thou a rich ship , whose very refuse ware , Aromatickes , and pretious odors are . If thou but please to walke into the Pawne , To buy thee Cambrieke , Callico , or Lawne , If thou the whitenes of the same wouldst proue , From thy more whiter hand plucke off thy gloue ; And those which buy , as the beholders stand , Will take thy hand for Lawne , Lawne for thy hand ; A thousand eyes , closde vp by enuious night , Do wish for day , but to enioy thy sight ; And when they once haue blest their eies with thee , Scorne euery obiect else , what ere they see , So like a goddesse beauty still controules , And hath such powerfull working in our soules . The Merchant which in traffike spends his life , Yet loues at home to haue a dainty wife , The blunt spoke Cynicke poring on his booke , Sometimes ( aside ) at beauty loues to looke . The church-man , by whose teaching wee are led , Allowes what keepes loue in the marriage bed ; The bloudy Souldier spent in armes and broiles , With beautie yet content to share his spoiles ; The busie Lawyer wrangling in his pleas ; Findeth that Beauty giues his labour ease ; The toyling trades-man , and the sweating clowne , Wold haue his wench faire , thogh his bread be brown ; So much is Beauty pleasing vnto all , To Prince and p●●sant like in generall ; Nor neuer yet did any man despise it , Except too deere , and ●hat he could not prize it , Vnlearn'd is learning , artlesse be all Artes , If not imployde to praise thy seuerall partes ; Poore plodding Schoolemen they are farre too lowe , Which by probations , rules , and axiomes goe ; He must be still familiar with the skies , Which notes the reuolutions of thine eies : And by that skill which measures sea and land , See beauties all , thy waste , thy foote , thy hand , where he may find , the more that hee doth view , Such rare delights as are both strange and new ; And other worlds of beauty more and more , Which neuer were discouered before ; And to thy rare proportion to apply , The lines and circles in Geometry , Vsing alone Arithmetickes strong ground , Numbring the vertues that in thee are found . And when these all haue done what they can doo , For thy perfections all too little too . When from the East the dawne hath broken out , And gone to seeke thee all the world about , Within thy Chamber hath she fixt her light , Where but that place the world hath all beene night ; Then is it fit that euery vulgar eie , Should see Loue banquet in her maiestie● We deeme those things our sight doth most frequent , To be but meane , although most excellent ; For strangers still the streetes are swept and strowd , Few looke on such as daily come abroade ; Things much restraind , doth make v● much desire them , And beauties seldome seene makes vs admire them . Nor is it fit a cittie shop should 〈…〉 de , The worlds delight and natures onely pride , But in a Princes sumptuous gallery . Hung all with tissue , floorde with tapestrie● Where thou shalt sit , and from thy state shalt see , The tiltes and triumphs that are done for thee . Then know the diffrence ( if thou list to proue ) Betwixt a vulgar , and a kingly loue ; And when thou findst , as now thou doubtst the troth , Be thou thy selfe vnpartiall Iudge of both . Where hearts be knit , what helps if not enioy ? Delayes breedes doubts , no cunning to be coy . Whilst lazie Time his turne by tariance serues , Loue still growes sickly , and hope dayly sterues , Meane while receiue that warrant by these lines , which princely rule and soueraintie resignes : Till when , these papers by their Lords commaund● By me shall kisse thy sweete and daintie hand .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie .

THis Epistle of Edward to Shores wife , and of hers to him , being of vnlawfull affection , ministreth small occasion of historicall notes , for had he mentioned the many battels betwixt the Lancastrian faction and him , or other warlike daungers , it had beene more like to Plautus boasting Souldier then a kingly Courtier . Notwithstanding , it shall not be amisse to annexe a line or two . From English Edward to the fairest faire ,

Edward the fourth was by nature very chiualrous , and very amorous , applying his sweet & amiable aspect to attaine his wanton appetite the rather , which was so well knowne to Lewes the French king , who at their interuiew inuited him to Paris , that as Comineus reports , being taken at his word , hee notwithstanding brake off the matter , fearing the Parisian Dames with their witty conuersation , would detaine him longer then should bee for his benefit , by which means Edwad was disapointed of his iorny : and albeit Princes whilst they liue , haue nothing in them but what is admirable ; yet we need not mistrust the flatterie of the Court in those times : for certain it is , that his shape was excellent , his haire drew neare to a black , making his faces fauor to seeme more delectable . Though the smalnes of his eies full of a shining moisture , as it tooke away some comelinesse ; so it argued much sharpnes of vnderstanding , and cruelty mingled togither . And indeed George Buccanan ( that imperious Scot ) chargeth him and other Princes of those times , with affectation of tyranny , as Richard the third manifestly did . When first attracted by thy heauenly eyes ,

Edwards intemperate desires , with which he was wholy ouer-come , how tragically they in his of-spring were punished , is vniuersally knowne . A mirrour representing their ouersight ; that rather leaue their children what to possesse , then what to imitate . How seely is the Polander and Dane ; To bring vs Cristall from the frozen maine .

Alluding to their opinions , who imagin Cristall to be a kind of Ice , and therefore it is likely , they who come from the frozen parts , should bring great store of that transparent stone , which is thought to be congealed with extreame colde . Whether Cristall be Ice , or some other liquor , I omit to dispute , yet by the examples of Amber and Corall , there may be such an induration ; for Solinus out of Plinie mentioneth , that in the Northerly Region , a yellow jelly is taken vp out of the sea at two tides , which he cals Succinum , we Amber ; so likewise , out of the Ligusticke deepe , a part of the Meridian Sea , a greenish stalk is gathered , which hardned in the ayre , becomes to be Corrall , either white , or red . Amber notwithstanding is thought to drop out of trees , as appeares by Martials Epigram .

Et latet , & lucet Phaethonide condita gutta , Vt vidcatur apis nectare clausa suo , Dignum tantorum pretium tulit ille laborum , Credibile est ipsam sic voluisse mors .

To behold a Bee inclosed in Electrum , is not so rare as that a boyes throat should be cut with the fal of an Ice-sicle , the which Epigram is excellent , the 18. li. 4 He cals it Phaethontis G●tta , because of that fable which Ouid rehearseth , concerning the Heliades or Phaetons sisters , metamorphosed into those trees , whose Gum is Amber , where flies alighting , are often times tralucently imprisoned .

The Epistle of Shores wife to king Edward the fourth . AS the weake child , that from the mothers wing , Is taught the Lutes delicious fingering , At euery strings soft touch , is mou'd with feare , Noting his maisters curious listning eare ; whose trembling hand , at euery straine bewraies . In what doubt he his new set lesson plaies ; As this poore child , so sit I to indite , At euery word still quaking as I write . Would I had led an humble shepheards life , Nor knowne the name of Shores admired wife , And liu'd with them in Count●ie fields that range , Nor seene the golden Cheape , nor glittering Change , To stand a Comet gaz'd at in the skies , Subiect to all tongues , obiect to all eyes , Oft haue I heard my beautie praisd of many , But neuer yet so much admir'd of any ; A Princes Eagle eye to find out that , which vulgar sights do seldome wonder at , Makes me to thinke affection flatters sight , Or in the obiect some thing exquisite . To housed beautie , seldome stoop's report , Fame must attend on that which liues in Court . What Swan of great Apollos brood doth sing To vulgar loue in courtly Sonetting ? Or what immortall Poets sugred pen , Attends the glory of a Cittizen ? Oft haue I wondred what should blinde your eye , Or what so far seduced Maiesty , That hauing choice of beauties so diuine , Amongst the most to choose this least of mine ? More glorious sunnes adorne faire Londons pride , Then all rich Englands continent beside ; Who takes in hand to make account of this , May number Rumneys flowers , or Isis fish ; Who doth frequent our Temples , walkes , and streets Noting the sundry beauties that he meetes , Thinkes not that Nature left the wide world poore And made this place the Chequer of her store : As heauen and earth were lately falne at iarres , And growne to vying wonders , dropping starres . That if but some one beautie should incite , Some sacred Muse , some rauisht spirit to write , Heere might he fetch that true Promethian fire , As after ages should his lines admire ; Gathering the honny from the choisest flowers , Scorning the wither'd weedes in Country bowers . Heere in this garden ( onely ) springs the Rose , In euery common hedge the Bramble growes , Nor are we so turnde Neapolitan , That might incite some fowle-mouth Mantuan , To all the world to lay out our defects , And haue iust cause to raile vpon our sexe ; To prancke old wrinckles vp in new attire , To alter Natures course , proue Time a lier , Abusing fate , and heauens iust doome reuerse , On beauties graue to set a crimson hearse , With a deceitfull foile to lay a ground , To make a glasse to seeme a Diamond . Nor cannot without hazard of our name , In fashion follow the V●netian Dame , Nor the fantasticke French to imitate , Attirde halfe Spanish , halfe Italionate ; Nor wast , nor curle , body nor brow adorne , That is in Florence , or in Genoa borne . But with vaine boasts how witlesse fond am I , Thus to draw on mine owne indignitie ? And what though married when I was but yong , Before I knew what did to loue belong , Yet he which now 's possessed of the roome , Cropt beauties flower when it was in the bloome , And goes away enriched with the store , Whilst others gleane , where he hath reapt before ; And he dares sweare that I am true and iust , And shall I then deceiue his honest trust ? Or what strange hope should make you to assaile , Where strongest battery neuer could preuailt ? Belike you thinke that I repulst the rest , To leaue a King the conquest of my breast , Or haue thus long preserude my selfe from all , A Monarch now should glory in my fall . Yet rather let me die the vildest death , Then liue to draw that sinne-polluted breath ; But our kinde hearts mens teares cannot abide , And we least angry oft , when most we chide ; Too well know men what our creation made vs , And nature too well taught them to inuade vs . They know but too well , how , what , when , and where , To write , to speake , to sue , and to forbeare , By signes , by sighs , by motions , and by tears , When vows shuld serue , when oths , when smiles , when praiers , What one delight our humors most doth moue , Onely in that you make vs nourish loue . If any naturall blemish blot our face , You doe protest it giues our beautie grace , And what attire we most are vsde to weare , That of all other excellentst you sweare . And if we walke , or sit , or stand , or lie , It must resemble some one deitie , And what you knowe we take delight to heare , That are you euer sounding in our eare ; And yet so shamelesse when you tempt vs thus , To lay the fault on beautie , and on vs . Romes wanton O●id did those rules impart , O that your nature should be helpt with Arte. Who would haue thoght , a King that cares to raigne , Inforcde by loue , so Poet-like should faine ? To say that Beauty , Times sterne rage to shunne , In my cheekes ( Lillies ) hid her from the Sunne ; And when she meant to triumph in her Maie , Made that her East , and heere she broke her day , And swearst that summer still is in my sight , And but where I am , all the world is night ; As though the fairst , ere since the world beganne , To me a Sunne-burnt base Egyptian ; But yet I knowe more than I meane to tell , ( O would to God you knew it not too well ) That women oft their most admirers raise , Though publikely not flattering their owne praise . Our churlish husbands which our youth enioy'd , Who with our dainties haue their stomackes cloyd , Do lothe our smooth hand with their lips to feele , T' enrich our fauours , by our beds to kneele ; At our command to waite , to send , to goe , As euery howre our amorous seruants doe ; Which makes a stolne kisle often we bestow , In earnest of a greater good we owe ; When he all day torments vs with a frowne , Yet sports with Venus in a bed of dowlne ; Whose rude embracement , but too ill beseemes Her span broad waste , her white and dainty limmes , And yet still preaching abstinence of meate , When hee himselfe of euery dish will eate . Blame you our husbands then , if they denie Our publike walking , our loose libertie ; If with exception still they vs debar , The circuite of the publike Theater ; To heare the smooth-tongude Poets Syren vaine , Sporting in his lasciuious Comicke scene ; Or the young wanton wits , when they applawd The slie perswasions of some subtile Bawd , Or passionate Tragedian in his rage , Acting a loue-sicke passion on the stage : When though abroad restraining vs to rome , They very hardly keepe vs safe at home , And oft are touch'd with feare and inward griefe , Knowing rich prizes soonest tempt a theeefe . What sports haue we whereon our mindes to set ? Our dogge , our Parrat , or our Marmuzet ; Or once a weeke to walke into the field , Small is the pleasure that those toyes do yielde , But to this griefe , a medicine you applie , To cure restraint with that sweete libertie ; And soueraignty , ( O that bewitching thing ) Yet made more great , by promise of a King ; And more , that honour which doth most intice The holiest Nunne , and she that 's ne're so nice . Thus still we striue , yet ouer-come at length , For men want mercy , and poore women strength : Yet grant , that we could meaner men resist , when Kings once come , they conquer as they list . Thou art the cause Shore pleaseth not my sight , That his embraces giue me no delight ; Thou art the cause I to my selfe am strange , Thy comming is my full , thy set my change . Long winter nights be minutes , if thou heere , Short minutes if thou absent be a yeere . And thus by strength thou art become my fate , And mak'st me loue euen in the midst of hate .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Would I had led an humble Sheep heards life , Nor knowne the name of Shores admired wife .

TWo or three Poemes written by sundry men , haue magnified this womans beautie ; whom that ornament of England and Londons more particular glory , Sir Thomas Moore very highly hath praised for her beautie , she being aliue in his time , though being poore and aged . Her stature was meane , her haire of a dark yellow , her face round & ful , her eie gray , delicate harmony being betwixt each parts proportion , & each proportions colour , her body fat , white , and smooth , her countenance cheerefull , and like to her condition . That picture which I haue seen of hers , was such as she rose out of her bed in the morning , hauing nothing on but a rich mantle cast vnder one arme ouer her shoulder , and sitting in a chaire on which her naked arme did lie . What her fathers name was , or where she was borne , is not certainly known ; but Shore a yong man of right good person , wealth and behauiour , abandoned her bed after the king had made her his Concubine . Richard the third causing her to do open penance in Paules Church-yard , commaunded that no man should relieue her , which the tyrant did not so much for his hatred to sinne , but that by making his brothers life odious , he might couer his horrible treason the more cunningly . May number Rumneys flowers , or Isis fish .

Rumney is that famous Marsh in Kent , at whose side Rie a Hauen towne dooth stand . Hereof the excellent English Antiquarie Maister Camden , and Maister Lambert in his preambulation do● make mention . And Marishes are commonly called those low grounds , which abut vpon the sea , and from the Latine word are so denominated . Isis is heere vsed for Thamesis by a Synecdochicall kind of speach , or by a Poeticall libertie , in vsing one for another : for it is said that Thamesis is compounded of Tame and Isis , making when they are met , that renowmed water running by London , a Cittie much more renowmed then that water : which being plentifull of fish , is the cause also why all things else are plentifull therein . Moreouer , I am perswaded , that there is no riuer in the world beholds more stately buildings on either side cleane throgh , then the Thames . Much is reported of the Graund Canale in Venice , for that the fronts on either side are so gorgeous . That might intice some foule-mouth'd Mantu●n ,

Mantuan a pastorall Poet , in one of his Eglogs bitterly inueyeth agaynst woman-kind , some of the which by way of an Appendex , might be heere inserted , seeing the fantasticke and insolent humours of many of that sexe deserue much sharper phisicke were it not that they are growne wiser then to amend , for such an idle Poets speech as Mantuan , yea or for Euripides himselfe , or Senecas inflexible Hippolitus . The circuite of the publike Theater .

Ouid , a most fit Author for so desolute a Sectary , calls that place Chastities shipwracke , for though Shores wife wantonly pleade for liberty , which is the true humour of a Curtizan , yet much more is the praise of modesty , then of such libertie . Howbeit the Vestall Nunnes had seates assigned them in the Roman Theater , whereby it should appeare , it was counted no impeachment to modestie , though they offending therein , were buried quicke : a sharpe law for them , who may say as Shores wife doth . When though abroad restraining vs to rome , They very hardly keepe vs safe at home .

FINIS .
To the right Worshipfull Sir Henry Goodere of Powlesworth Knight .

SIR , this Poeme of mine , which I imparted to you , at my being with you at your lodging at London in Maie last , brought at length to perfection , ( emboldned by your wonted fauours ) I aduenture to make you Patron of . Thus Sir you see I haue aduentured to the world , with what like or dislike , I know not , ●if it please , ( which I much doubt of ) I pray you then be partaker of that which I shall esteeme not my least good ; if dislike , it shall lessen some part of my griefe ; if it please you to allow but of my loue : howsoeuer , I pray you accept it as kindely as I offer it , which though without many protestations , yet ( I assure you ) with much desire of your honour . Thus vntill such time as I may in some more larger measure , make knowne my loue to the happy and generous familie of the Gooderes , ( to which I confesse my selfe to be beholding to , for the most part of my education ) I wish you all happinesse .

Michaell Drayton .
Mary the French Queene , to Charles Brandon , Duke of Suffolke . The Argument .

Mary , the daughter of that renowned Prince King Henry the seauenth being very yong at her fathers death , after by her brother King Henry the eight , was giuen in marriage to Lewes King of France , being a man olde and decrepit : This faire and beautiful Lady , long afore had pla●●●her affection on Charles Brandon , Duke of Suffolke , a braue and couragious yong Gentleman , and an especiall fauorite of the King her brother , and a man raised vp by him . King Lewes , the husband of this beautifull Queene , liued not long after he was married ; and Charles Brandon hauing commission from the King to bring her backe into England , but being delaied by some sinister meanes , the French Queene writeth this Epistle , to hasten the Duke forward on his intended voyage to France .

SVch health from heauen my selfe may wish to mee . Such health from France , Queene Mary sends to thee . Brandon , how long mak'st thou excuse to stay , And know'st how ill we women brooke delay ? If one poore channell thus can part vs two , Tell me ( vnkinde ) what would an Ocean do ? Leander had an Hellespont to swim , Yet this from Hero could not hinder him ? His barke ( poore soule ) his breast , his armes , his oares , But thou a ship , to land thee on our shores ; And opposite to famous Kent doth lie , The pleasant fields of flowrie Picardie , Where our faire Callice , walled in her sands , In kenning of the cliffie Douer stands . Heere is no Beldame Nurse to powt or lower , When wantoning , we reuell in my Tower ; Nor neede I top my Turret with a light , To guide thee to me , as thou swim'st by night ; Comparde with me , wert thou but halfe so kinde , Thy sighs should stuffe thy sailes , though wanting wind ; But thy breast is becalmd , thy sighs be slacke , And mine too stiffe , and blow thy broad sailes backe . But thou wilt say , that I should blame the flood , Because the winde so full against thee stood ; Nay , blame it not it did so roughly blow , For it did chide thee , for thou , wast so slow ; For it came not to keepe thee in the Bay , But came from me to bid thee come away . But that thou vainely lett'st occasion slide , Thou mightst haue wafted hether with the tide . If when thou com'st , I knit mine angry brow , Blame me not Brandon , thou hast broke thy vow ; Yet if I meant to frowne , I might be dombe , For this may make thee stand in doubt to come : Nay come sweete Charles , haue care thy ship to guide , Come my sweete hart , in faith I will not chide . Whenas my brother and his louely Queene In sad attire for my depart were seene , The vtmost date expired of my stay , when I from Douer did depart away , Thou know'st what woe I suffered for thy sake , How oft I fain'd of thee my leaue to take ; God and thou know'st with what a heauie hart I tooke my farewell when I should depart ; And being ship'd , gaue signall with my hand , Vp to the Cliffe , where I did see thee stand , Nor could reframe in all the peoples view , But cried to thee , sweete Charles adiew , adiew . Looke how a little infant that hath lost , The things wherewith it was delighted most , weary with seeking , to some corner creepes , And there ( poore soule ) it sits it downe and weepes ; And when the Nurse would faine content the mind , Yet still it mournes for that it cannot find : Thus in my carefull Cabin did I lie , whenas the ship out of the roade did flie . Think'st thou my loue was faithfull vnto thee , when yong Castile to England su'd for mee ? Be iudge thy selfe , if it were not of power , when I refus'd an Empire for my dower . To Englands Court , when once report did bring , How thou in Fraunce didst reuell with the king , when he in triumph of his victorie , Vnder a rich imbrodered Canapie , E 〈…〉 d proud Tournay , which did trembling stand , To●eg for mercie at his conquering hand ; To heare of his enderements , how I ioy'd ? But see , this calme was suddenly destroy'd . When Charles of Castile there to banquet came , With him his sister that ambitious dame , Sauoyes prowd dutchesle , knowing how long she , By her ●oue sought to win my loue from me ; Fearing my absence might thy vowes acquite , To change thy Mary for a Margarite , When in king Henries tent of cloth of gold , She often did thee in her armes enfold ; where you were feasted more deliciously , Than Cleopatra did Marke Anthony , Where sports all day did entertaine your sight , And then in maskes you passde away the night ; But thou wilt say , t is proper vnto vs , That we by nature all are iealous . I must confesse t is oft found in our sex , But who not loue , not any thing suspects : True loue dooth looke with pale suspitious eie , Take away loue , if you take iealousie . Turwin and Turney when King Henry tooke , For this great change who then did euer looke ? When Maximilian to those warres addrest , Ware Englands Crosle on his imperiall breast , And in our armie let his Eagle flie , That viewd our ensignes with a wondring eie . Little thought I when Bullen first was wonne , Wedlocke should end , what angry warre begunn● From which I vow , I yet am free in thought , But this alone by Wolseis wit was wrought . To his aduise the King gaue free consent , That will I , nill I , I must be content . My virgins right , my state could not aduance , But now enriched with the dower of France ; Then , but poore Suffolkes Dutchesse had I beene , Now , the great Dowager , the most Christian Qucent . But I perceiue where all thy griefe doth lie , Lewes of France had my virginitie ; He had indeede but shall I tell thee what , Beleeue me Brandon he had scarcely that ; Good feeble King he could not do much harme , But age must needes haue something that is warme ; Small drops ( God knowes ) do quench that hea●lesse fire , When all the strength is onely in desire . And I could tell ( if modesly might tell ) There 's somewhat else that pleaseth louers well , To rest his cheeke , vpon my softer cheeke , Was all he had , and more he did not seeke . So might the little babie clip the nurse , And it content , she neuer a whit the worse ; Then thinke this Brandon , if that makes thee frowne , For may denhead , he on my head set a Crowne , who would exchange a kingdome for a kisse ? Hard were the hart that would not yeeld him this ; And time yet halfe so swiftly doth not passe , Not full fiue months yet elder than I was . When thou to Fraunce conducted was by fame , With many knights which from all countries came , Installed at Saint Dennis in my throne , Where Lewes held my coronation ; Where the prowd Dolphin , for thy valour sake , Chose thee at tilt his princely part to take ; Whenas the staues vpon thy caske did light , Grieued there with , I turnd away my sight ; And spake alowd , when I my selfe forgot , T' is my swee●e Charles my Brandon , hurt him not : But when I fearde the King perceiued this , Good seely man , I pleasde him with a kisse ; And to extoll his valiant sonne began . That Europe neuer bred a brauer man ; And when ( poore King ) he simply praised thee , Of all the rest I ask'd which thou shouldst bee ? Thus I with him dissembled for thy sake , Open confession now amends must make . Whilst this old King vpon a pallet lies , And onely holds a combat with mine eyes ; Mine eyes from his , by thy sight stolne away , Which might too wel their Mistres thoughts bewray . But when I saw thy prowd vnconquered Launce , To beare the prize from all the flower of France , To see what pleasure did my soule imbrace , Might easily be discerned in my face . Looke as the dew vpon a damaske Rose , How through that liquide pearle his blushing showes , And when the sost aire breathes vpon his top , From the sweet leaues falles easily drop by drop ; Thus by my cheeke , distilling from mine eyes , One teare for ioy , anothers roome supplies . Before mine eie ( like touch ) thy shape did proue , Mine eie condemn'd my too too partiall loue ; But since by others I the same doe ●rie , My loue condemnes my too too partiall eie . The pretious stone most beautifull and rare , When with it selfe we onely doe compare , Wee deeme all other of that kinde to be , As excellent as that we onely see ; But when we iudge of that with others by , Too credulous we doe condemne our eie , Which then appeares more orient and more bright , As from their dimnesse borrowing great light . Alansoon , a fine timbered man , and tall , Yet wants the shape thou arte adornd withall ; Vandon , good carriage , and a pleasing eie , Yet hath not Suffolkes princely maiestie ; Couragious Burbon a sweete manly face , But yet he wants my Brandons courtly grace . Prowd Longauile , our Court iudgde had no peere , A man scarce made ( was thoght ) whilst thou wast here . County S. Paule , brau'st man at armes in Fraunce , Would yeeld himselfe a Squire to beare thy launce ; Galleas and Bounearme , matchlesse for their might , Vnder thy towring blade haue cowcht in fight . If with our loue , my brother angry be , I le say to please him , I first fancied thee . And but to frame my liking to his minde , Neuer to thee had I beene halfe so kinde . Worthy my loue the vulgar iudge no man , Except a Yorkist , or Lancastrian : Nor thinke that my affection should be set , But in the line of great Plantaginet . I passe not what the idle Commons say , I pray thee Charles make haste and come away . To thee what s England , if I be not there ? Or what to me is Fraunce , if thou not here ? Thy absence makes me angry for a while , But at thy presence I must needsly smile , When last of me his leaue my Brandon tooke , He sware an oath , ( and made my lips the booke ) He would make hast , which now thou doo'st denie : Thou art forsworne , ô wilfull periuricl Sooner would I with greater sinnes dispence , Then by entreatie pardon this offence . But yet I thinke , if I should come to shriue thee , Great were the fault that I should not forgiue thee ; Yet wert thou heere , I should reuenged bee , But it should be with too much louing thee . I , that is all that thou shalt feare to tast , I pray thee Brandon come , sweete Charles make hast .
Notes of the Chronicle-Historie . The vtmost date expired of my stay , When I for Douer did depart away .

KIng Henry the 8. with the Queene and Nobles , in the 6. yeare of his raigne , in the moneth of September , brought this Ladie to Douer , where she tooke shipping for Fraunce . Think'st thou my loue was faithfull vnto thee , When yong Castile to England su'd for me .

It was agreed and concluded betwixt Henry the seuenth , and Philip King of Castile , sonne to Maximilian the Emperour , that Charles eldest sonne of the said Philip , should marry the Ladie Mary , daughter to King Henry , when they came to age : which agreement was afterward in the eight yeare of Henry the eight annihilated .

When he in triumph of his victorie , Vnder a rich embrodered Canapie , Entred proud Turney which did trembling stand . &c.

Henry the 8. after the long siege of Turnay , which was deliuered to him vpon composition , entred the Citie in triumph , vnder a Canapie of cloth of gold , borne by foure of the chiefe and most noble Cittizens ; the king himselfe mounted vpou a gallant courser barbed with the Armes of England , France and Ireland .

When Charles of Castile there to banquet came , With him his sister ; that ambitious Dame . Sauoys prowd Dutches ,

The King being at Turnay , there came to him the Prince of Castile , and the Lady Margaret Dutches of Sanoy his sister , to whom King Henry gaus great entertainment . Sauoys proud Dutches , knowing how long shee By her loue sought to win my loue from mee .

At this time there was speech of a marriage to be concluded , betweene Charles Brandron then Lord L●ste , and the Dutches of Sauoy , the Lord L●s●e being highly fauoured , and exceedingly beloued of the Dutches. When in King Henries Tent of cloth of gold ,

The King caused a rich Tent of cloth of gold to bee erected , where he feasted the Prince of Castile , and the Dutches , and entertained them with sumptuous maskes and banquets during their aboad . When Maximillian to those wars addrest Were Englands Crosse on his imperiall breast .

Maximillian the Emperour with all his souldiers , which serued vnder king Henry , wore the Crosse of S. George with the Rose on their breasts . And in our Armie let his Eagle flie .

The blacke Eagle is the badge imperiall , which here is vsed for the displaying of his ensigne or standard . And had his pay from Henries treasurie .

Henry the 8. at his wars in France , retained the Emperor & al his souldiers in wages , which serued vnder him during those warres , But this alone by Wolseys wit was wrought ,

Thomas Wolsey , the kings Almoner , then Bishop of Lincolne , a man of great authoritie with the king , and afterward Cardinall , was the chiefe cause that the Lady Mary was married to the old French King , with whom the French had dealt vnder-hand to befriend him in that match . When the proud Dolphin for thy valour sake , Chose thee at tilt his Princely part to take .

Frauncis Duke of Valoyes , and Dolphin of Fraunce , at the mariage of the Lady Mary , in honour thereof proclaimed a Iusts , where he chose the Duke of Suffolke , and the Marques Dorset for his aydes , at all martiall exercises . Galeas , and Bounarme , matchlesse for their might ,

This Countie Galeas at the Iusts ran a course with a speare , which was at the head fiue inches square on euery side , and at the But nine inches square , wherby he shewed his wondrous force and strength . This Bounarme , a Gentleman of Fraunce , at the same time came into the field armed at all poyntes with tenne Speares about him : in each stirrop three , vnder each thigh one , one vnder his left arme , and one in his hand , and putting his horse to the careere , neuer stopped him till he had broken euerie staffe . Hall .

Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolk , to Mary the French Queene . BVt that thy faith commaunds me to forbeare , The fault thine owne , if I vnpacient were ; Were my dispatch such as should be my speede , I should want time thy louing lines to reede , Heere in the Court , Camelion-like I fare , And as that creature feed , vpon the ayre , All day I waite , and all the night I watch , And starue mine eares to heare of thy dispatch ; If Douer were th' Abydos of my rest , Or pleasant Cal 〈…〉 ce were my Maries Cest , Thou shouldst not need , faire Queene , to blame me so , Did not the distance to desire say no : Noted ous night from trauell should be free , T●ll through the wanes , with swimming vnto thee , A snowy path I made vnto thy Bay , So bright as is that Nectar-stained way The restlesse sunne by trauelling doth weare , Passing his course to finish vp the yeare . But Paris lockes my loue within the maine , And London yet my Brandon doth detaine , Of thy firme loue thou putst me still in minde , But of my faith , not one word can I finde . When Longauile to Mary was affide , And thou by him wast made King Lewes bride , How oft I wisht that thou a prize mightst bee , That I in armes might combate him for thee , And in the madnesse of my loue distraught , A thousand times his murther haue sore thought , But that th' all-seeing powers which sit a 〈…〉 , Regard not mad mens oathes , nor faults in loue , And haue confirmde it by the graunt of heauen , That Louers sinnes on earth should be forgiuen ; For neuer than is halfe so much distrest , As he that loues to see his loue possest . Comming to Richmond after thy depart ( Richmond where first thou stolst away my heart ) Me thought it looke not as it did of late , But wanting thee ●or lo●ne and desolate , In whose faire walkes thou often hast bin seene , To sport with Katharine , Henries beauteous Queene , Ast●nishing sad winter with thy sight , As for thy sake , the day hath put backe night ; That the smal birds , as in the pleasant spring , Forgot themselues , and haue begun to sing : So oft I go by Thames , so oft returne , Me thinkes for thee the riuer yet doth mourne , Who I haue seene to let her streame at large , Which like a hand-maid waited on thy Barge ; And if thou hapst against the flood to row , Which way it ebd , it presently would flow , Weeping in drops vpon thy laboring oares , For ioy that it had got thee from the shoares . The Swans with musicke that the Roothers make , Ruffing their plumes , come gliding on the lake , As the fleete Dolphins by Arion● strings , Were brought to land with their sweete rauishings , The flockes and h●irdes that pasture neere the flood , To gaze vpon thee , haue forborne their food , And sate downe sadly mourning by the brim , That they by nature were not made to swim . Whenas the Post to Englands royall Court , Of thy hard passage brought the true report , How in a storme thy well rigd ships were tost , And thou thy selfe in danger to be lost , I knew t was Venus loath'd that aged bed , Where beautie so should be dishonoured ; Or fearde the Sea-Nimphs haunting of the lake , If thou but seene , their Goddesse should forsake . And whirling round her Doue-drawne Coach about , To view the Nauie now in lanching out , Her ayrie mantle loosely doth vnbinde , Which fanning forth a rougher gale of winde , Wafted thy sailes with speede vnto the land , And runnes thy ship on Bullins harboring strand . How should I ioy of thy arriue to heare ? But as a poore sea-faring passenger , After long trauaile , tempest-torne and wrack'd , By some vnpitting Pirat that is sack'd ; Heares the false robber that hath stolne his wealth , Landed in some safe harbour , and in health , Enriched with invaluable store , For which he long hath trauailed before . When thou to Abuile heldst th' appointed day , We heard how Lewes met thee on the way ; Where thou in glittering Tissue strangely dight , Appear'dst vnto him like the Queene of light , In cloth of siluer all thy virgin traine , In beautie sumptuous as the Northerne waine ; And thou alone the formost glorious star , Which lead'st the teame of that great Wagoner . What could thy thought be , but as I do thinke , When thine eyes tasted what mine eares did drinke ? A cripple King laid bed-rid long before , Yet at thy comming crept out of the doore , T' was well he rid , he had no legs to goe , But this thy beautie forc'd his body to ; For whom a cullice had more fitter beene , Then in a golden bed a gallant Queene . To vse thy beautie as the miser gold , Which hoards it vp but onely to behold , Still looking on it with a iealous eye , Fearing to lend , yet louing vsurie ; O Sacriledge ( if beautie be diuine ) The prophane hand shuld touch the halowed shrine . To 〈◊〉 sicknesse on the sound mans diet ; To rob content yet still to liue vnquiet ; And hauing all , to be of all beguild , And yet still longing like a little child . When Marques Dorset and the valiant Graies , To purchase fame first crost the narrow Seas , With all the Knights that my associates went , In honour of thy nuptiall turnament ; Thinkst thou I ioy'd not in thy beauties pride , When thou in triumph didst through Paris ride ? Where all the streetes as thou didst pace along , With Arras , Bisse , and Tapestry were hung ; Ten thousand gallant Cittizens prepar'd , In rich at●ire thy princely selfe to guard ; Next them , three thousand choise 〈…〉 igious men , In golden vestments followed on agen ; And in procession as they came along , With Hymeneus sang thy marriage song . Then fiue great Dukes as did their places fall , To each of these , a princely Cardinall , Then thou on thy imperiall Chariot set , Crown'd with a rich imperled Coronet , Whilst the Persian dames , as thy traine past , Their pretious incence in abundance cast . As Cinthia from the waue-embatteld shrowdes , Opening the West , comes streaming through the clowds , With shining troupes of siluer-tressed stars , Attending on her as her torch-bearers , And all the lesser lights about her throne , With admiration stand as lookers on ; Whilst she alone in height of all her pride , The Queene of light , along her spheare doth glide , When on thy tilt my horse like thunder came , No other signall had I but thy name ; Thy voyce my trumpet , and my guide thine eyes , And but thy beautie , I esteemde no prize . That large - 〈…〉 d Almaine of the Giants race , Which bare strength on his breast , feare in his face , Whose sinewde armes , with his steele-temperd blade , Through plate and male such open passage made , Vpon whose might the Frenchmens glory lay , And all the hope of that victorious day ; Thou sawe'st thy Brandon beate him on his knee , Offring his shield a conquerd spoile to thee . But thou wilt say perhaps I vainely boast , And tell thee thee which thou already know'st . No sacred Queene , my valour I denie , It was thy beautie , not my chiualrie ; One of thy tressed curles which falling downe , As loth to be imprisoned in thy crowne , I saw the soft ayre sportiuely to take it , To diuers shapes and sundry formes to make it , Now parting it to foure , to three , to twaine , Now twisting it , and then vntwist againe ; Then make the thrids to dally with thine eye , A sunny candle for a golden flie . At length from thence one little teare it got , Which falling downe as though a star had shot , My vp-turnde eye pursues it with my sight , The which againe redoubleth all my might . T is but in vaine of my descent to boast , When heauens lampe shines , all other lights be lost , Faulcons gaze not , the Eagle sitting by , Whose broode suruaies the sunne with open eye ; Else might my blood finde issue from his force , In Bosworth plaine beate Richard from his horse , Whose puissant armes , great Richmond chose to wield , His glorious colours in that conquering field ; And with his sword in his deere Soueraignes fight , To his last breath , stood fast in Henries right ; Then beauteous Empresse , thinke this safe delay , Shall be the euen to a ioyfull day ; Fore-sight doth still on all aduantage lie , Wise-men must giue place to necessitie ; To put backe ill , our good we must forbeare , Better first feare , then after still to feare . T' were ouer-sight in that at which we aime , To put the hazard on an after-game ; With patience then let vs our hopes attend , And till I come , receiue these lines I send .
Notes of the Chronicle-Historie . When Longauile to Mary was affied .

THe Duke of Longauile , which was prisonet in England vpon the peace to be concluded betweene England and France , was deliuered , and married the Princesse Mary , for Lewes the French King his Maister . How in a storme thy well rigg'd ships were tost , And thou , &c.

As the Queene sailed for France , a mighty storme arose at sea , so that the Nauy was in great danger , and was seuered , some driuen vpon the coast of Flanders , some on Brittaine : the ship wherein the Queene was , was driuen into the hauen at Bullen with very great danger . When thou to Abuile heldst th' appointed day .

King Lewes met her by Abuile , neere to the Forrest of Arders , and brought her into Abuile with great solemnitie . Appear'dst vnto him like the Queene of light .

Expressing the sumptuous attire of the Queene & her train , attended by the chiefe of the Nobility of England , with 36. Ladies , al in cloth of siluer , their horses trapped with crimson veluet . A cripple King laid bed-rid long before .

King Lewes was a man of great yeeres troubled much with the gowt , so that he had long time before little vse of legs . When Marques Dorset , and the valiant Graies ,

The Duke of Suffolke when the proclamation came into England , of iusts to be holden in France at Paris , he for the Queenes sake his Mistris , obtained of the King to go thither : with whom went the Marquesse Dorset and his foure brothers , the Lord Clinton , Sir Edward Neuell , Sir Giles Chappell , Tho: Cheyney , which went all ouer with the Duke as his assistants . When thou in triumph didst through Paris ride .

A true description of the Queenes entring into Paris , after her coronation performed at S. Dennis . Then fiue great Dukes as did their places fall .

The Dukes of Alansoon , Burbon , Vandome , Longauile , Suffolke , with fiue Cardinalls . That large-limd Almaine of the Giants race .

Francis Valoys , the Dolphin of France , enuying the glory that the Englishmen had obtained at the Tilt , brought in an Almaine secretly , a man thought almost of incomparable strength , which encountred Charles Brandon at Barriers , but the Duke grapling with him , so beate him about the head with the pumell of his sword , that the blood came out of the sight of his Caske . Else might my blood finde issue from his force . In Bosworth , &c.

Sir William Brandon Standard-bearer to the Earle of Richmond , ( after Henry the 7. ) at Bosworth field , a braue and gallant Gentleman , who was slaine by Richard there ; this was father to this Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolke .

FINIS .
To my most deere friend Maister Henry Lucas , sonne to Edward Lucas Esquire .

SIR , to none haue I beene more beholding , then to your kinde parents , for ( I must truly confesse ) aboue the measure of my deserts : Many there be in England of whom for some particularity I might iustly chalenge greater merit had I not beene borne in so euill an howre , as to be poisoned with that gaule of ingratitude : to your selfe am I ingaged for many more curtesies then I imagined could euer haue beene found in one of so few yeeres : nothing doe I more desire , then that those hopes of your toward and vertuous youth , may proue so pure in the fruit , as they are faire in the bloome : long may you liue to their comfort that loue you most , and may I euer wish you the encrease of all good fortunes .

Yours euer , Mich: Drayton .
Henry Howard Earle of Surrey to Geraldine The Argument .

Henry Howard , that true noble Earle of Surrey , and excellent Poet , falling in loue with Geraldine , descended of the noble family of the Fitzgeralds of Ireland , a faire and modest Lady , and one of the honourable maides to Queene Katherine Dowager : eternizeth her praises in many excellent Poemes , of rare and sundry inuentions : and after some few yeares being determined to see that famous Italy , the source and Helicon of all excellent Arts ; first visiteth that renowned Florence , from whence the Geralds challenge their descent , from the antient family of the Geraldi ; there in honour of his Mistresse be aduanceth her picture , and challengeth to maintaine her beautie by deedes of Armes , against all that durst appeare in the lists ; where after the proofe of his braue and incomparable valour , whose arme crowned her beauty with eternall memory , he writeth this Epistle to his deerest Mistresse .

FRom learned Florence ( long time rich in fame ) From whence thy race , thy noble grandsires came , To famous England , the kinde nurse of mine , Thy Surrey sends to heauenly Geraldine ; Yet let not Thuscan thinke I do her wrong , That I from thence write in my natiue tongue , That in these harsh-tun'd cadences I sing , Sitting so neare the Muses sacred spring , But rather thinke her selfe adorn'd thereby , That England reades the praise of Italie . Though to the Thuscan , I the smoothnes grant , Our dialect no Maiestie doth want , To set thy prayses in as hie a key , As Fraunce , or Spaine , or Germanie , or they . That day I quit the Fore-land of faire Kent , And that my ship her course for Flanders bent ; Yet thinke I with how many a heauie looke , My leaue of England and of thee I tooke , And did intreat the tide ( if it might be ) But to conuey me one sigh backe to thee , Vp to the decke a billow lightly skips , Taking my sigh , and downe againe it slips ; Into the gulfe it selfe , it headlong throwes , And as a post to England-ward it goes ; As I sit wondring how the rough seas stird , I might farre off perceiue a little bird , Which as she faine from shore to shore would flie Hath lost her selfe in the broad vastie skie , Her feeble wing beginning to deceiue her , The s●a● of life still gaping to bereaue her ; Vnto the ship she makes which she discouers , And there ( poore foole ) a while for refuge houers , And when at length her flagging pinion failes Panting she hangs vpon the ratling sailes , And being forc'd to loose her hold with paine , Yet beaten off , she straight lights on againe , And tosst with flaws , with storms , with wind , with wether , Yet still departing thence , stil turneth thether , Now with the poope , now with the prow doth beare , Now on this side , now that , now here , now there , Methinkes these stormes should be my sad depart , The seely helplesse bird is my poore bart , The ship , to which for succour it repaires , That is your selfe ( regardlesse of my cares ) Of euery surge doth fall , or waue doth rise , To some one thing I sit and moralize . When for thy loue I left the Belgicke shore , Diuine Erasmus , and our famous Moore , Whose happy presence gaue me such delight ; As made a minute of a winters night ; With whom a while I staide at Roterdame ; Now so renowned by Erasmus name . Yet euery houre did seeme a world of time ; Till I had seene that soule-reuiuing clime , And thought the foggy Netherlands vnfit , A watry soyle to clogge a fiery wit ; And as that wealthy Germany I past , Comming vnto the Emperours court at last , Great learnd Agrippa , so profound in Art , Who the infernall secrets doth impart , When of thy health I did desire to know , Me in a glasse my Geraldine did shew , Sicke in thy bed , and for thou couldst not sleepe , By a waxe tap●r set thy light to keepe ; I doe remember thou didst reade that Ode , Sent backe whilst I in Thanet made abode , Where as thou cam'st vnto the word of loue , Euen in thine eies I sawe how passion stroue ; That snowy lawne which couered thy bed , Me thought lookt white , to see thy cheeke so red , Thy rosie cheeke oft changing in my sight , Yet still was red , to see the lawne so white ; The little Taper which should giue thee light , Me thought waxt dim , to see thy eie so bright ; Thine eie againe supplies the Tapers turne , And with his beames doth make the taper burne , The shrugging ayre about thy Temple hurles , And wraps thy breath in little clowded curles , And as it doth ascend it strait doth ceaze it , And as it sinks , it presently doth raise it ; Canst thou by sicknes banish beautie so ? Which if put from thee , knowes not where to goe , To make her shift , and for her succour seeke , To euery riueld face , each bankrupt cheeke , If health preseru'd , thou beautie still doost cherish , If that neglected , beauty soone doth perish . Care drawes on care , woe comforts woe againe , Sorrow breeds sorrow , one griefe brings forth twaine , If liue or die , as thou doost , so doe I , If liue , I liue , and if thou die , I die , One hart , one loue , one ioy , one griefe , one troth , One good , one ill , one life , one death to both , If Howards blood , thou holdst as but too vile , Or not esteemst of Norsfolkes Princely stile , If Scotlands coate no marke of fame can lend , That Lion placde in our bright siluer bend , Which as a trophie beautifies our shield , Since Scottish bloud discoloured Floden field ; When the prowd Cheuiot our braue Ensigne beare , As a rich iewell in a Ladies haire , And did faire Bramstons neighbouring valies choke , With clouds of Canons , fire disgorged smoke , Or Surreys Earledom insufficient be , And not a dower so well contenting thee ; Yet am I one of great Apollos heires , The sacred Muses chalenge me for theirs . By Princes , my immortall lines are sung , My flowing verses grac'd with euery tung ; The little children when they learne to go , By painfull mothers daded to and fro , Are taught by s●gred numbers to ●●hea●s● , And haue their sweet-lips season'd with my verse ; When heauen would striue to do the best it can , And put an Angels spirit into a man ; The vtmost power in that great worke doth spend , When to the world a Poet it doth intend , That little difference twixt the Gods and vs , ( By them confirm'd ) distinguish'd onely thus ; Whom they in birth , ordaine to happie dayes , The Gods commit their glorie to our prayse , To eternall life when they dissolue their breath , We likewise share a second power by death : When time shall turne those Amber colours to gray , My verse againe shall guild and make them gay , And tricke them vp in knotted curles anew , And in the Autumne giue a Summers hew ; That sacred power , that in my Inke remaines , Shall put fresh blood into thy wither'd vaines , And on thy red decay'd , thy whitenes dead , Shall set a white , more white , a red , more red ; When thy dim sight thy glasse cannot descry . Thy crazed mirrour cannot see thine eie ; My verse to tell , what eie , what mirrour was , Glasse to thine eie , an eie vnto thy glasse , Where both thy mirrour and thine eie shall see , What once thou sawst , in that , that saw in thee , And to them both shall tell the simple trueth , What that in purenesse was , what thou in youth . If Florence once should loose her olde renowne , As famous Athens , now a fisher towne , My lines for thee a Florence shall erect , Which great Apollo euer shall protect , And with the numbers from my penne that falls , Bring marble mines to re-erect those walls ; Nor beauteous Stanhope , whom all tongues report , To be the glory of the English Court , Shall by our nation be so much admirde , If euer Surrey truely were inspirde . And famous Wyat , who in numbers sings , To that inchanting Thracian harpers strings , To whome Phoebus ( the Poets god ) did drinke , A bowle of Nectar filld vnto the brinke , And sweet-tongd Bryan , ( whom the Muses kept , And in his Cradle rockt him whilst he slept , ) In sacred verses ( so diuinely pend ) Vpon thy praises euer shall attend . What time I came vnto this famous towne , And made the cause of my arriuall knowne , Great Medices a list ( for triumphs ) built , Within the which , vpon a ●ree of gilt , With thousand sundry rare deuises set , ) I did erect thy louely counterfet , To answer those Italian dames desire , Which daily came thy beautie to admire . By which my lion in his gaping jawes Holdeth my launce , and in his dreadfull pawes , Reacheth my gauntlet vnto him that dare A beauty with my Geraldines compare . Which when each manly valiant arme assaies , After so many braue triumphant daies , The glorious prize vpon my launce I bare , By Heralds voyce proclaimde to be thy share ; The shiuered staues here for thy beautie broke , with fierce encounters past at euery shocke , when stormie courses answered cuffe for cuffe , Denting prowde Beuers with the counter-buffe , Vpon an altar burnt with holy flame , And sacrifi●de as ensence to thy fame . Where , as the Phoenix from her spiced f●me , Renues herselfe in that she doth consume ; So from these sacred ashes liue we both , Euen as that one Arabian wonder dooth . When to my chamber I my selfe retire , Burnt with the sparkes that kindled all this fire , Thinking of England which my hope containes , The happy Ile where Geraldine remaines , Of Hunsdon , where those sweete celestiall eyne , At first did pierce this tender breast of mine ; Of Hampton Court , and Windsore , where abound All pleasures that in Paradise werefound ; Neere that faire Castle is alittle groue , With hanging rockes all couered from aboue , Which on the bancke of louely Thames doth stand , Clipt by the water from the other land , whose bushy top doth bid the Sun for beare , And checkes those prowde beames that would enter there , whose leaues still muttring as the ayre doth breathe ; with the sweet bubling of the streame beneathe , Doth rocke the senses ( whilst the small birds sing , ) Lulled asleepe with gentle murmuring , where light-soote Fairies sport at prison base , No doubt there is some power frequents the place , There the soft poplar and smoothe beech doe beare , Our names together carued euery where , And Gordian knots doe curiously entwine , The names of Henry , and of Geraldine . Olet this Groue in happy times to come , Be calld , The Louers blessde Elizium , Whither my Mist●is wonted to resort , In summers heate in pleasant shades to sport , A thousand sundry names I haue it giuen , And calld it Wonder-hider , Couer-heauen , The roofe where Beautie her rich Court doth keepe , Vnder whose compasse all the Starres doe sleepe . There is one tree which now I call to minde , Doth beare these verses carued in his rinde : When Geraldine shall sit in thy faire shade , Fanne her sweete tresses with perfumed aire , Let thy large bonghes a Canopie be made , To keepe the Sunne from gazing on my faire , And when thy spredding braunched armes be suncke , And thou no sap nor pith shalt more retaine , Eu'n from the dust of thy vnweldy Truncke , I will renue thee Phoenix like againe , And from thy drie decayed roote will bring , Anew-borne Stem , another Aesons spring . I finde no cause , nor iudge I reason why My country should giue place to Lombardy , As goodly flowers on Thamisis doe growe , As beautifie the bankes of wanton Po ; As many Nymphs as haunt rich Arnus strand , By siluer Sabrine tripping hand in hand , Our shades as sweete , though not to vs so deere , Because the sunne hath greater power heere . This distant place but giues me greater woe , Farre off , my sighs the farther haue to goe , Ah absence ! why thus shouldst thou seeme so long ? Or wherefore shouldst thou offer Time such wrong ? Summer so soone , should steale on winters colde , Or winters blasts , so soone make summer olde ? Loue did vs both with one selfe arrow strike , Our wounds both one , our cure should be the like , Except thou hast found out some meane by art , Some powrefull medicine to withdraw the darte , But mine is fixt , and absents physicke proued , It stickes too fast , it cannot be remoued . Adiew , adew , from Florence when I goe , By my next letters Geraldine shall know , Which if good fortune shall my course direct , From Venice by some messenger exspect , Till when , I leaue thee to thy hearts desire , By him that liues thy vertues to admire .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . From learned Florence , long time rich in fame .

FLorence a Citty of Thuscan , standing vpon the Riuer Arnus , ( celebrated by Dante Petrarch , and other the most noble wits of Italie ) was the originall of the familie , out of which this Geral line did spring , as Ireland the place of her birth , which is intimated by these verses of the Earle of Surrey .

From Thuscan came my Ladies worthy race , Faire Florence was sometime her ancient seate , The Westerne I le , whose pleasant shore doth face Wilde Cambers cliffs , did giue her liuely heate . Great learn'd Agrippa , so profound in Art .

Cornelius Agrippa , a man in his time so famous for Magicke ( which the bookes published by him , concerning that argument , do partly proue ) as in this place needes no further remembrance . Howbeit , as those abstruse and gloomy Arts are but illusions : so in the honour of so rare a Gentleman as this Earle , ( and therewithall so noble a Poet ) ( a quality , by which his other titles receiue their greatest lustre ) inuention may make somewhat more bold with Agrippa aboue the barren truth . That Lion set in our bright siluer bend .

The blazon of the Howards honorable armour , was Gules betweene six crosselets Fitches abend Argent , to which afterwards was added by atchieuement , In the Canton point of the bend an escutcheon , or within the Scottish tressure , a Demi-lion rampant Gules , &c. as Maister Camden now Clerenceaulx from authoritie noteth . Neuer shall time nor bitter enuie be able to obscure the brightnesse of so great a victory as that , for which this addition was obtained . The Historian of Scotland George Bucchanan reporteth , that the Earle of Surrey gaue for his badge a Siluer Lion , ( which from antiquitie belonged to that name ) tearing in peeces A Lion prostrate Gules ; and withall , that this which he termes insolencie , was punished in him and his posteritie , as if it were fatall to the Conquerour , to doe his Soueraigne such loyall seruice as a thousand such seuere censurers were neuer able to performe . Since Scottish blood discoloured Floden field .

The batttle was fought at Bramstone neere Floden hill , being a part of the Cheuiot , a mountaine that exceedeth all the mountaines in the North of England for bignesse , in which the wilfull periurie of Iames the fifth was punished from heauen by the Earle of Surrey , being left by King Henry the eight ( then in France before Turwin ) for the defence of his Realme . Nor beauteous Stanhope , whom all tongues report To be the glory , &c.

Of the beautie of that Lady , he himselfe testifies in an Elegie which he writ of her , refusing to daunce with him , which hee seemeth to alegorize vnder a Lion and a Wolfe . And of himselfe he saith : A Lion saw I late , as white as any snow ,

And of her .

I might perceiue a Wolfe as white as Whales bone , A fairer beast , of fresher hue , beheld I neuer none , But that her lookes were coy , and froward was her grace . And famous Wyat who in numbers sings .

Sir Thomas Wyat the elder , a most excellent Poet , as his Poems extant doe witnesse , besides certaine Encomions written by the Earle of Surrey vppon some of Dauids Psalmes , by him translated . What holy graue , what worthy Sepulchre , To Wyats Psalmes shall Christians purchase then .

And afterward vpon his death the said Earle writeth thus :

What vertues rare were tempred in thy breast ? Honour that England such a iewell bred , And kisse the ground whereas thy corpes did rest . At Honsdon , where those sweete cel-stiall eyne ,

It is manifest by a Sonnet written by this noble Earle , that the first time he beheld his Lady , was at Hunsdon . Hunsdon did first present her to mine eyne .

Which Sonnet being altogether a description of his loue , I do alleadge in diuers places of this glosse , as proofes of what I write . Of Hampton Court and Windsor , where abound All pleasures , &c.

That he enioyed the presence of his faire and vertuous Mistris , in those two places , by reason of Queene Katherines vsuall aboad there , ( on whom this Lady Geraldine was attending ) I proue by these verses of his : Hampton me tanght to wish her first for mine , Windsor alas doth chase me from her sight .

And in another Sonnet following : When Winsor walls sustainde my wearied arme , My hand my chin , to ease my restlesse head .

And that his delight might draw him to compare Winsor to Paradice , an Elegy may proue , where he remembreth his passed pleasures in that place . With a Kings sonne my childish yeeres I pass'd , In greater feast then Priams sonne of Troy .

And againe in the same Elegie ;

Those large greene Courts , where we were wont to roue With eyes cast vp vnto the maidens Tower , With easie sighs , such as men draw in loue .

And againe in the same : The stately seates , the Ladies bright of hue , The dances short , long tales of sweete delight .

And for the pleasantnesse of the place , these verses of his may testifie in the same Elegie before recited . The secret groues which we haue made resound , With siluer drops the meads yet spread for ruth .

As goodly flowers from Thamisis doe growe , &c.

I had thought in this place not to haue spoken of Thames , being so oft remembred by mee before , in sundry other places on this occasion : but thinking of that excellent Epigram , which , as I iudge , either to bee done by the said Earle , or Sir Frauncis Brian : for the worthinesse thereof I will heere insert , which , as it seemes to me , was compiled at the Authors being in Spaine .

Tagus farewell , which Westward with thy streames , Turn'st vp the graines of gold already tride , For I withspur and saile go seeke the Thames , Against the Sunne that shewes her wealthy pride ; And to the towne that Brutus sought by dreames , Like bended Moone that leanes her lusty side , To seeke my Country now , for whom I liue , O mighty Ioue , for this the windes me giue .
FINIS .
Geraldine to Henry Howard Earle of Surrey . SVch greeting as the noble Surrey sends , The same to thee thy Geraldine commends ; A maidens thoughts do checke my trembling hand , On other termes , or complements to stand , Which ( might my speech be as my heart affords ) Should come attired in farre richer words ; But all is one , my faith as firme shall proue , As hers that makes the greatest shew of loue . In Cupids Schoole I neuer read those bookes . whose lectures oftwe practise in our lookes , Nor euer did suspitions riuall eye , Yet lie in waite my fauours to espie , My virgine thoughts are innocent and meeke , As the chaste blushes sitting on my cheeke : As in a feuer I do shiuer yet , Since first my pen was to the paper set . If I do erre , you know my sexe is weake , Feare proues a fault , where maids are forc'd to speake ; Do I not ill ? ah sooth me not heerein , O , if I doe , reproue me of my sin , Chide me infaith , or if my fault you hide , My tongue will teach my selfe , my selfe to chide . Nay noble Surrey , blot it if thou wilt , Then too much boldnesse should returne my guilt ; For that should be euen from our selues concealde , Which is disclosde , if to our thoughts reuealde , For the least motion , more the smallest breath , That may impeach our modestie , is death ; The page that brought thy letters to my hand , ( Methinks ) should meruaile at my strange demand , For till he blush'd I did not yet espie , The nakednesse of my immodestie , Which in my face he greater might haue seene , But that my sanne I quickly put betweene ; Yet scarcely that my inward guilt could hide , Feare seeing all , feares it of all espide . Like to a taper lately burning bright , Now wanting matter to maintaine his light . The blaze ascending forced by the smoke , Liuing by that which seekes the same to choke ; The flame still hanging in the ayre , doth burne , Vntill drawne downe , it backe againe returne . Then cleere , then dim , then spreadeth , & then closeth , Now getteth strength , and now his brightnesse loseth . As well the best discerning eye may doubt , Whether it yet be in , or whether out : Thus in my cheeke my diuers passions shew'd , Now ashy pale , and now againe it glow'd ; If in your verse there be a power to moue , It 's you alone , who are the cause I loue , It 's you bewitch my bosome by mine eare , Vnto that end I did not place you there . Ayres to asswage the bloody souldiers minde , Poore women , we are naturally kinde . Perhaps you 'le thinke that I these termes enforce , For that in Court this kindenesse is of course , Or that it is that honny-steeped gall , We oft are said to bait our loues withall , That in one eye we carry strong desire , The other drops which quickly quench the fire ; Ah , what so false can Enuy speake of vs , But shall finde some too vainely credulous ? I do not so , and to adde proofe thereto , I loue in faith , in faith sweete Lord I do ; Nor let the enuie of enuenom'd tongues , Which still is grounded on poore Ladies wrongs , Thy noble breast diasterly possesse , By any doubt to make my loue the lesse : My house from Florence I do not pretend , Nor from Giraldi claime I to descend , Nor hold those honours insufficient are , That I receiue from Desmond or Kyldare ; Nor adde I greater worth vnto my blood , Than Irish milke to giue me infant food , Nor better ayre will euer boast to breathe , Then that of Lemster , Mounster , or of Meathe , Nor craue I other forraine farre alies , Then Windsor or Fitz-geralds families . It is enough to leaue vnto my heires , If they will but acknowledge me for theires . To what place euer did the Court remoue , But that the howse giues matter to my loue , At Windsor still I see thee sit and walke , There mount thy Courser , there deuise , there talke : The roabes , the garter , and the state of Kings , Into my thoughts thy hoped greatnes brings ; Non such , the name imports ( me thinks ) so much , None such as thou , nor as my Lord , none such , In Hamptons great magnificence I finde , The liuely image of thy princely minde , Faire Richmonds Towers like goodly pillars stand , Rearde by the power of thy victorious hand ; White-halls triumphing galleries are yet Adornde with rich deuises of thy wit , In Greenewich yet as in a glasse I view , Where last thou badst thy Geraldine adiew , With euery little gentle breath that blowes , How are my thoughts confusde with ioyes & woes , As through a gate , so through my longing eares , Passe to my hart whole multitudes of feares ; O in a map that I might see thee show , The place where now in danger thou doost goe ! Whilst we discourse to trauaile with our eye , Romania , ruscaine , and faire Lumbardy , Or with thy pen exactly to set downe , The modell of that Tempell , or that Towne , And to relate at large where thou hast beene , And there , and there , and what thou there hast seene . Or to describe by figure of thy hand , There Naples lies , and there doth Florence stand ; Or as the Grecians finger dip'd in wine , Drawing a Riuer in a little line , And with a drop , a gulfe to figure out , To modell Venice moted round about ; Then adding more , to counterfet a Sea , And draw the front of stately Genoa . These from thy lips were like harmonious tones , Which now do found like Mandrakes dreadful grones . Some trauell hence t' enrich their mindes with skill , Leaue heere their good , and bring home others ill : Which seeme to like all Countries but their owne , Affecting most where they the least are knowne . Their leg , their thigh , their back , their neck , their head , As they had been in seuerall Countries bred ; In their attire , their jesture , and their gate , Fond in each one , in all Italionate . So well in all deformitie in fashion , Borrowing a limbe on euery seuerall Nation , And nothing more then England hold in scorne , So liue as strangers where as they were borne . But thy returne in this I do not reede , Thou art a perfect Gentleman indeede ; O God forbid that Howards noble line , From ancient vertue should so farre decline , The Muses traine ( whereof your selfe are chiefe ) Onely with me participate their griefe : To sooth their humors , I do lend them eares , He giues a Poet , that his verses heares , Till thy returne , by hope they onely liue ; Yet had they all , they all away would giue : The world and they , so ill according be , That wealth and Poets neuer can agree . Few liue in Court that of their good haue care , The Muses friends are euery where so rare ; Some praise thy worth ( that it did neuer know , ) Onely because the better sort doe so , Whose iudgement neuer further doth extend , Then it doth please the greatest to commend , So great an ill vpon desert doth chaunce , When it doth passe by beastly ignoraunce . Why arte thou slacke whilst no man puts his hand To raise the mount where Surreys towers must stand ▪ Or who the groundsill of that worke doth lay Whilst like a wandrer thou abroade doost stray ? Clipt in the armes of some lasciuious dame , When thou shouldst reare an ●●on to thy name . When shall the Muses by faire Norwhich dwell , To be the Cittie of the learned Well ? Or Phoebus altars there with incense heapt , As once in Cyrrha , or in Thebe kept ? Or when shall that faire hoofe-plowd spring distill From great mount Surrey , out of Leonards hill ; Till thou returne , the Court I will exchange For some poore cottage , or some countrey Grange , Where to our distaues as we sit and spin , My maide and I will tell of things haue bin , Our Lutes vnstrung shall hang vpon the wall , Our lessons serue to wrap our Towe withall , And passe the night , whiles winter tales we tell , Of many things that long ago befell ; Or tune such homely Carrols as were sung In Countrey sports when we our selues were yung . In prettie R●ddles to bewray our loues , In questions , purpose , or in drawing gloues . The noblest spirits to vertue most inclind , These heere in Court thy greatest want do find . Other there be , on which we feede our eye , Like Arras worke or such like Imagerie ; Many of vs desire Queene Katherines state , ●ut very few her vertues imitate . Then , as Vlyffes wife write I to thee , Make no reply , but come thy selfe to me .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Then Windsore , or Fitzgeralds families .

THE cost of many Kings , which from time to time haue adorned the Castle at Windsor with their princely magnificence , ●at● made it more noble then that it need to hee spoken of now , as though obscure , and I hold it more meet to referre you to our 〈◊〉 monuments for the founders and finishers thereof , then to meddle with matter nothing neere to the purpose . As for the family of the Fitz-gerald , of whence this excellent Lady was line●lly discended , the original was English , though the branches did pr●●d themselues into distant places & names nothing consonant , 〈◊〉 in former times it was vsual to denominate themselues of their ●nanours o●●orenames : as may partly appeare in that which en●u●th the light whereof proceeded from my learned and verie 〈◊〉 friend , Maister Francis Thinne , Walter of Windsor , the ●onne of Oterus , had issue William , of whom Henry now Lord Windsor is discended , and Robert of Windsor , of whom Robert the now Earle of Essex , and Gerald of Windsor his third sonne , who married the daughter of R●es the great Prince of Wales , of whom came Nesta , para●our to Henry the first . Which Gerald had issue Maurice Fitz-gerald , auncestor to Thomas Fitz-maurice , Iustice of Ireland buried at Trayly ; leauing issue Iohn his eldest sonne , first Earle of Kildare , ancestor to Geraldine , and Maurice his second sonne , first earle of Des●oond . To raisethe mount where Surreys Towers must stand ,

Alludeth to the sumptuous house which was afterward builded by him vpon Leonards hill right against Norwich , which in the rebellion of Norffolke vnder Ket , inking Edward the 6. time , was much defaced by that impure rabble . Betwixt the hil and the Citie , as Alexander Neuill describes it , the riuer of Yarmouth runs , hauing West and South thereof a wood , and a little Village called Thorpe , and on the North , the pastures of Mousholl , which containes about sixe miles in length and breadth . So that besides the stately greatnes of Mount-Surrey , which was the houses name : the prospect and site thereof was passing pleasant and commodious ; and no where else did that encreasing euill of the Norffolke furie enk●nnell it selfe but then there , as it were for a manifest token of their intent , to debase all high things , and to prophaneall holy . Like Arras worke , or other imagerie .

Such was he whom ●●uenall taxeth in this manner .

— truncoque similimus Hermae Nullo quippe al●o vineis discrimine quamquod , Illi marmoreum caput est , tua v●●it image .

Being to be borne for nothing else but apparell and the outward appearance , intituled Complement , with whom theridiculous fable of the Ape in Esope sorteth fitly , who comming into a Caruers house , and viewing many Marble workes , tooke vp the head of a man very cunningly wrought , who greatly in praysing did seeme to pittie it , that hauing so comely an outside , it had nothing within , like emptie figures walke and talke in euery place , at whom the noble Geraldine modestly glanceth .

Finis .
To the virtuous Lady , the Lady Francis Goodere , wife to sir Henry Goodere , Knight .

MY very gratious and good Mistris , the loue and duety I bare unto your father whilst he liued , now after his decease is to your hereditarie ; to whome by the blessing of your birth he left his vertues . Who bequeathed you those which were his , gaue you whatsoeuer good is mine , as deuoted to his , he being gone , whome I honoured so much whilest he liued ; which you may iustly challenge by all lawes of thankefulnesse . My selfe hauing beene a witnesse of your excellent education , and milde disposition ( as I may say ) euer from your Cradle , dedicate this Epistle of this vertuous and godly Lady to your selfe ; so like her in all perfection , both of wisedome and learning , which I pray you accept , till time shall enable me to leaue you some greater monument of my loue .

M. Drayton .
The Lady Jane Gray to the Lord Gilford Dudley . The Argument .

After the death of that vertuous young Prince King Edward the sixt , the sonne of that famous King Henry the eight , Iane the daughter of Henry Gray , Duke of Suffolke by the consent of Iohn Dudley Duke of Northumberland , was proclaimed Queene of England , being married to Gilford Dudley , the fourth sonne of the fore-said Duke of Northumberland ; which match was concluded by their ambitious fathers , who went about by this meanes , to bring the Crowne vnto their children and to dispossesse the Princesse Mary eldest daughter to King Henry the eight , heire to King Edward her brother . Queene Mary rising in Armes to claime her rightfull Crowne , taketh the saide Iane Gray and the Lord Gilford her husband , being lodged in the Tower for their more safetie , which place being lastly their Pallace , by this meanes became their prison , where being seuered in sundry prisons , they write these Epistles one to another .

MIne own deere Lord , sith thou art lockt from mee , In this disguise my loue must steale to thee , Since to renue all loues , all kindnesse past , This refuge scarcely left , yet this the last . My Keeper comming , I of thee enquire , Who with thy greeting answers my desire , Which my tongue willing to returne againe , Griefe stops my words , and I but striue in vaine ; Wherewith amazde , away in haste he goes , When throgh my lips , my hart thrusts forth my woes , Whenas the dores that make a dolefull sound , Driue backe my words , that in the noise are drownd , Which somewhat hush'd , the Eccho doth record , And twice or thrice reiterates my word ; When like an aduerse winde in Isis course , Against the tide bending his boistrous force ; But when the flood hath wrought it selfe about , He following on , doth head-long thrust it out ; Thus striue my fighes with teares e're they begin , And breaking out , againe sighes driue them in . A thousand formes present my troubled thought , Yet proue abortiue when they forth are brought , The depth of woe with words wee hardely sound , Sorrow is so insensibly profound : As teares do fall and rise , sighes come and goe , So do these numbers ebbe , so do they flow . These briny teares do make my incke looke pale , My incke clothes teares in this sad mourning vaile , The letters mourners , weepe with my dim eye , The paper pale , grieu'd at my misery . Yet miserable our selues , why should we deeme , Sith none is so , but in his owne esteeme ? Who in distresse from resolution flies , Is rightly said , to yeelde to miseries ; They which begot vs , did beget this sin , They first begun , what did our griefe begin , we tasted not , t' was they which did rebell , Not our offence , but in their fall we fell ; They which a crowne would to my Lord haue linckt , All hope of life and liberty extinct ; A subiect borne , a Soueraigne to haue beene , Hath made me now , nor subiect , nor a Queene . Ah vile ambition , how doost thou deceiue vs , which shew'st vs heauen and yet in hell doost leaue vs ? Seldome vntouch'd doth innocence escape , when error commeth in good counsailes shape , A lawfull title countercheckes prowd might , The weakest things become strong props to right . Then my deere Lord , although affliction grieue vs , Yet let our spotlesse innocence relieue vs . Death but an acted passion doth appeare , where truth giues courage , and the conscience cleere , And let thy comfort thus consist in mine , That I beare part of whatsoe're is thine ; As when we liude vntouch'd with these disgraces , whenas our kingdome was our deere embraces ; At Durham Pallace , where sweete Hymen sang , whose buildings with our nuptiall musicke rang : when Prothalamions praisde that happy day , wherein great Dudley match'd with noble Gray , when they deuisde to lincke by wedlockes band , The house of Suffolke to Northumberland ; Our fatall Dukedome to your Dukedome bound , To frame this building on so weake a ground . For what auailes a lawlesse vsurpation , which giues a Scepter , but not rules a Nation ? Onely the surfet of a vaine opinion , What giues content , giues what exceedes dominion . When first mine eares were pierced with the fame , Of Iane proclaimed by a Princesse name , A suddaine fright my trembling heart appalls , The feare of conscience entreth yron walls . Thrice happy for our fathers had it beene , If what we fearde , they wisely had fore-seene , And kept a meane gate in an humble path , To haue escapde the heauens impetuous wrath , The true-bred Eagle strongly beares the winde , And not each bird that 's neere vnto their kinde , That like a King , doth from the clowdes command , The fearefull fowle that moues but neere the Land , Though Mary be from mighty Kings descended , My blood not from Plantaginet pretended ; My gransire Brandon did our house aduance , By princely Mary , Dowager of France ; The fruit of that faire stocke which did combine , And Yorkes sweete branch with Lancasters entwine , And in one stalke did happily vnite , The pure vermilion Rose , with purer white ; I the vntimely slip of that rich stem , Whose golden bud brings forth a Diadem . But oh forgiue me Lord , it is not I , Nor do I boast of this , but learne to die , Whilst we were as our selues conioyned then , Nature to nature , now an alien . The purest blood , polluted is in blood , Neerenes contemn'd , if soueraignty withstood ; A Diadem once dazeling the eye , The day too darke to see affinitie ; And where the arme is stretch'd to reach a Crowne , Friendship is broke , the deerest thing throwne downe ; For what great Henry most stroue to auoide , The heauens haue built , where earth would haue destroide , And seating Edward on his regall throne , He giues to Mary , all that was his owne , By death assuring what by life is theirs , The lawfull claime of Henries lawfull he●res . By mortall lawes the bound may be diuorc'd , But heauens decree by no meanes can be forc'd : That rules the case , when men haue all decreed , Who tooke him hence , fore-saw who should succeed , For we in vaine relie on humaine lawes , When heauen stands forth to plead the righteous cause , Thus rule the heauens in their continuall course , That yeeldes to fate , that doth not yeelde to force . Mans wit doth build for time but to deuoure , But vertue 's free from time and fortunes powre ; Then my kinde Lord , sweete Gilford be not grieu'd , The soule is heauenly , and from heauen relieu'd ; And as we once haue plighted troth together , Now let vs make exchange of mindes to either ; To thy faire breast take my resolued minde , Armde against blacke dispaire , and all her kinde , And to my bosome breathe that soule of thine , There to be made as perfect as is mine ; So shall our faith as firmely be approued , As I of thee , or thou of me beloued . This life no life , were thou not deere to mee , Nor this no death , were I not woe for thee . Thou my deere husband , and my Lord before , But truely learne to die , thou shalt be more . Now liue by prayer , on heauen fixe all thy thought , And surely finde , what e're by zeale is sought ; For each good motion that the soule awakes , A heauenly figure sees , from whence it takes That sweete resemblance , which by power of kinde , Formes ( like it selfe ) an image in the minde , And in our faith the operations bee , Of that diuinenesse which through that we see ; Which neuer erres , but accidentally , By our fraile fleshes imbecillitie ; By each temptation ouer-apt to slide , Except our spirit becomes our bodies guide ; For as these Towers our bodies do inclose Their prisons , so vnto our soules suppose Our bodies , stopping that celestiall light , As these do hinder our exterior sight ; Whereon death seasing , doth discharge the debt , And vs at blessed liberty doth set . Then draw thy forces all vnto thy heart , The strongest fortresse of this earthly part , And on these three let thy assurance lie , On faith , repentance , and humilitie ; By which to heauen ascending by degrees , Persist in prayer vpon your bended knees ; Whereon if you assuredly be staide , You neede in perill not to be distnaide , Which still shall keepe you that you shall not fall , For any perill that you can appall ; The key of heauen thus will● you , you shall beare , And grace you guiding , giue you entrance there , And you of those celestiall ioyes possesse , Which mortal tongue 's vnable to expresse . Then thanke the heauen , preparing vs this roome , Crowning our heads with glorious martiredome , Before the blacke and dismall daies beginne , The daies of all idolatry and sinne , Not suffering vs to see that wicked age , When persecution vehemently shall rage , When tyranny n●w tortures shall inuent , Inflicting vengeance on the innocent . Yet heauen forbids , that Maries wombe shall bring , Englands faire Scepter to a forraigne King , But vnto faire Elizabeth shall leaue it , Which broken , hurt , and wounded , shall receiue it ; And on her temples hauing placde the Crowne , Roote out the dregs Idolatry hath sowne ; And Syons glory shall againe restore , Laid ruine , waste , and desolate before ; And from blacke sinders , and rude heapes of stones , Shall gather vp the Martires sacred bones , And shall extirpe the power of Rome againe , And cast aside the heauie yoke of Spaine . Farewell sweete Gilford , know our end is neere , Heauen is our home , we are but strangers heere . Let vs make haste to goe vnto the blest , Which from these weary worldly labours rest , And with these lines my deerest Lord I greete thee , Vntill in heauen thy Iane againe shall meet thee .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . They which beg●t vs did beget this si●ne .

SHewing the ambition of the two Dukes their Fathers , whose pride was the cause of the vtter ouerthrow of their children . At Durham Pallace where sweete Hymen sang , The buildings , &c.

The Lord Gilford Dudley , fourth sonne to Iohn Dudley Duke of Northumberland , married the Lady Iane Grey , daughter to the Duke of Suffolke at Durham house in the Strand . When first mine eares were pierced with the fame , Of Iane proclaimed by a princes name

Presently vpon the death of King Edward , the Lady Iane was taken as Queene , conueyed by water to the Tower of London for her safetie , and after proclaimed in diuers parts of the realme , as so ordained by king Edwards Letters-pattents , and his will . My Grandsire Brandon did our house aduaunce By princely Mary , dowager of Fraunce .

Henry Gray , duke of Suffolk , married Frauncis the eldest daughter of Charles Brandon Duke of Suffolke , by the French Queene , by which Frauncis he had this Lady Iane : this Mary the French Queene , was daughter to king Henry the seuenth , by Elizabeth his Queene , which happie mariage conioyned the two noble families of Lancaster and Yorke . For what great Henry most stroue to auoyde ,

Noting the distrust that King Henry the eight euer had in the Princesse Mary his daughter , fearing she should alter the state of Religion in the land , by matching with a stranger , confessing the right that King Henries issue had to the Crowne . And vnto faire Elizabeth shall leaue it .

A prophecie of Queene Maries barrennesse , and of the happie and glorious raigne of Queene Elizabeth , her restoring of Religion , the abolishing of the Romish seruitude , and casting aside the yoke of Spaine .

Gilford Dudley to Iane Gray . AS the Swanne singing at his dying howre , So I reply from my imprisning towre : O could there be that powre but in my verse , To expresse the griefe my wounded heart doth pierce ! The very walles that straitly thee inclose , Would surely weepe at reading of my woes ; Let your eies lend , I le pay you euery teare , And giue you intrest , if you doe forbeare , Drop for a drop , and if you le needes haue lone , I will repay you franckly , two for one . Perhaps you le thinke ( your sorrowes to appease ) That words of comfort fitter were than these : True , and in you when such perfection liueth , As in most griefe most comfort alwaies giueth : And thinke not ( Iane ) that cowardly I faint , To begge mans mercy by my sad complaint , That death so much my courage can controule , At the departing of my liuing roule . For if one life a thousand liues could bee , All those too few to consummate with thee , When thou this crosse so patiently doost beare , As if thou wert incapable of feare , And doost no more this desolution flie , Than if long age constrained thee to die : Yet it is strange thou arte become my foe , And onely now add'st most vnto my woe , Not that I loathe , that most did me delight , But that so long depriued of thy sight ; For when I speake , and would complaine my wrong . Straitwayes thy name possesseth all my tong , As thou before me ouermore didst lie The present obiect to my longing eie . No ominous starte did at thy birth tide shine , That might of thy sad destiny diuine ; T is onely I that did thy fall perswade , And thou by me a sacrifice arte made , As in those countries where the louing wiues With their kinde husbands end their happy liues , And crownd with garlands in their Brides attire , Burne with his body in the funerall fire ; And she the worthiest reckned is of all , Whome loast the perill seemeth to appall . I boast not of Northumberland great name , Nor of Ket conquered , adding to our fame , When he to Norffolke with his armies sped , And thence in chaines the rebells captiue led ; And brought safe peace returning to our dores , Yet soread his glory on the easterne shores , Not of my brothers , from whose naturall grace , Vertue may spring to beautifie our Race , Not of Grates match my children borne by thee , Of the great blood indoubtedly to bee , But of thy vertues onely doe I boast , That wherein I may iustly glory most : I crau'd no kingdomes though I thee did craue , It might suffice thy onely selfe to haue , Yet let me say how-euer it befell , Me thinkes a Crowne should haue become thee well : For sure thy wisedome merited ( or none ) To haue beene heard with wonder from a throne . When from thy lippes the counsell to each deede , Doth as from some wise oracle proceede , And more esteemd thy vertues were to mee , Then all that else might euer come by thee ; So chaste thy loue , so innocent thy life , As being a virgine when thou wert a wife , So great a gift the heauen on me bestow'd , As giuing that it nothing could haue ow'd , Such was the good I did possesse of late , Ere worldly cares disturbde our quiet state , Ere trouble did in euery place abound , And angry warre our former peace did wound . This is all that ambition vs affordes , One crowne is guarded with a thousand swords , To meane estates , meane sorrowes are out showne , But crowns h 〈…〉 cares whose workings be vnknowne , When Dudley led his armies to the east , Of our whole forces generally possest , What then was thought his enter prise could let , Whome a graue counsell freely did abet , That had the iudgement of the powrefull lawes , In euery poynt to iustifie the cause , The holy Church a helping hand that layde , Who would haue thought that these could not haue swayde : But what alas can parlements auaile , Where Maries right must Edwards Act 〈…〉 When Suffolkes powre doth Suffolkes hopes withstand , Northumberland doth leaue Northumberland ; And they that should our greatnes vndergoe , Vs , and our actions onely ouerthrow , Ere greatnes gain'd we giue it all our hart , But being once come , could wish it would depart , And indescreetly follow that so fast , Which ouertaken punisheth our haste ; If any one doe pitty our offence , Let him be sure that it be farre from hence : Heere is no place for any one that shall , So much as ( once ) commiserate our fall ; And we of mercy vainely should but thinke , Our timelesse teares th' insatiate earth doth drinke . All lamentations vtterly forlorne , Dying before they fully can be borne . Mothers that should their woefull children rue , Fathers in death too kindely bid adue . Friends their deare farewell louingly to take , The faithfull seruant weeping for our sake . Brothers and sisters waiting on our beere , Mourners to tell what we were liuing heare : But we alas depriued are of all , So fatall is our miserable fall , And where at first for safety we were shut Now in darke prison wofully are put , And from height of our ambitious state , Lie to repent our arrogance too late , To thy perswasion thus I then reply , Holde on thy course resolued still to die , And when we shall so happily be gone , Leaue it to heauen to giue the rightfull throne , And with that health regreet I thee againe , Which I of late did gladly entertaine .
Notes of the Chronicle Historie . Not of Ket conquered adding to our fame ;

IOhn Duke of Northumberland , when before he was Earle of Warwike in his expedition against Ket , ouerthrew the rebels of Norfolke and Suffolke , encamped at Mount-Surrey in Norfolke . Nor of my brothers from whose naturall grace ,

Gilford Dudley as remembring in this place the towardnesse of his brothers , which were all likely indeed to haue raised that house of the Dudleys , of which he was a fourth brother , if not suppressed by their fathers ouerthrow . Nor of Grayes match my children borne by thee ,

Noting in this place the aliance of the Lady Iane Gray , by her mother , which was Francis the daughter of Charles Brandon , by Mary the French Queene , daughter to Henry the seuenth , and sister to Henry the eight . To haue beene heard with wonder from a throne .

Seldome hath it euer beene knowne of any woman endued with such wonderfull gifts , as was this Ladie , both for her wisdome and learning , of whose skill in the tongues one reporteth by this Epigram .

Miraris Ianam Graio , sermone valere , Quo ●●●mum nata est tempore Graia fuit . When Dudley led his armies to the East .

The Duke of Northumberland prepared his power at London for his expedition against the Rebels in Norfolke , and making haste away , appoynted the rest of his forces to meete him at Newmarket Heath : of whom this saying is reported , that passing through Shorditch , the Lord Gray in his companie , seeing the people in great numbers came to see him , he sayd , the people presse to see vs , but none bid God speed vs . Whom a graue Councell freely did abet .

Iohn Dudley Duke of Northumberland , when he went out against Queene Mary , had his commission sealed for the generalship of the Army , by the consent of the whole Councell of the land ; insomuch that passing through the Councell chamber at his departure , the Earle of Arundell wished that hee might haue gone with him in that expedition , and to spend his blood in the quarrell . When Suffolks power doth Suffolks hopes withstand , Northumberland doth leane Northumberland .

The Suffolke men were the first that euer resorted to Queene Mary in her distresse , repayring to her succours , whilst shee remained both at Keningall , and at Fermingham Castell , still increasing her aydes , vntill the Duke of Northumberland , was lest forsaken at Cambridge .

Finis .
THE worlds faire Rose , and Henries frostie fire , Iohns tiranny ; and chaste Matilda's wrong , Th' inraged Queene , and furious Mortimer , The scourge of Fraunce , and his chaste loue I song , Deposed Richard , Isabell exil'd , The gallant Tudor , and faire Katherine , Duke Humfrey , and old Cobhams haplesse child , Couragious Pole , and that braue spritfull Queene , Edward , and the delicious London Dame , Brandon , and that rich dowager of Fraunce , Surrey , with his faire paragon of fame , Dudleys mishap , and vertuous Grayes mischaunce ; Their seuerall loues since I before haue showne , Now giue me leaue , at last to sing mine owne .
To the Reader of his Poems . Sonet . 1. INto these loues who but for passion lookes , At this first sight , heere let them lay them by , And seeke else-where in turning other bookes , Which better may his labour satisfie , No far-fetch'd sigh shall euer wound my breast , Loue from mine eye , a teare shall neuer w●ing , Nor in ah-mees my whining Sonnets drest , ( A Libertine ) fantastickly I sing ; My verse is the true image of my mind , Euer in motion , still desiring change , The choise of all varietie inclin'd , And in all humors sportiuely I range , My actiue Muse is of the worlds right straine , That cannot long one fashion entertaine .
The second to the Reader . Sonet . 2 MAny there be excelling in this kind , Whose wel trick'd rimes with al inuention swel ; Let each commend as best shall like his mind , Some Sidney , Constable , some Daniell . That thus their names familiarly I sing , Let none thinke them disparaged to be , Poore men with reuerence may speake of a King , And so may these be spoken of by me ; My wanton verse nere keepes one certaine stay , But now , at hand ; then , seekes inuention far , And with each little motion runnes astray , Wilde , madding , iocund , and irregular ; Like me that lust , my honest merry rimes , Nor care for Criticke , nor regard the times .
IDEA .
Sonnet 1. THine eies taught me the alphabet of loue , To kon my crosse-row ere I learnd to spell , For I was apt , a Scholler like to proue , Gaue me sweete lookes whenas I learned well , Vowes were my vowells when I then begunne , At my first lesson in thy sacred name , My consonants the next when I had done , Words consonant , and sounding to thy fame ; My liquids then , were liquide cristall teares , My cares , my mutes , so mute to craue reliefe , My dolefull dipthongs , were my lifes dispaires , Redoubling sighs , the accents of my griefe ; My loues Schoole-mistris now hath taught me so , That I can reade a storie of my woe .
Sonnet . 2. MY hart was slaine , and none but you and I , who should I thinke the murther should commit ? Since but your selfe , there was no creature by But onely I , guiltlesse of murthring it . It slew it selfe ; the verdict on the view Doe quit the dead , and me not accessary ; Well , well , I feare it will be prou'd by you , The euidence so great a proofe doth carry . But O , see , see , we neede enquire no further , Vpon your lips the scarlet drops are found , And in your eye , the boy that did the murther , Your cheeks yet pale since first they gaue the wound . By this , I see , how euer things be past , Yet heauen will still haue murther out at last .
Sonnet 3. TAking my penne , with words to cast my woes , Duely to count the summe of all my cares , I finde , my griefe innumerable growes , The recknings rise to millions of dispaires , And thus diuiding of my fatall houres , The payments of my loue I reade , and crosse Substracting , set my sweets vnto my sowers , My ioyes arerage leades me to my losse ; And thus mine eyes a debtour to thine eye , Which by extortion gaineth all their lookes , My heart hath payd such grieuous vsurie , That all his wealth lies in thy beauties bookes . And all is thine which hath beene due to mee , And I a Bankrupt , quite vndone by thee .
An allusion to Narcissus . Sonnet . 4. BEautie sometime in all her glorie crowned , Passing by that cleare fountaine of thine eye , Her sun-shine face there chauncing to espie , Forgot herselfe , deeming she had beene drowned , And thus whilest beautie , on her beautie gazed , Whothen ( yet liuing ) thought she had beene dying , And yet in death some hope of life espying , With her owne rare perfections so amazed , Twixt ioy and griefe , yet with a smiling frowning , The glorious sun-beames of her eyes bright shining , And she on her owne destenie diuining , Cast her selfe , to saue herselfe by drowning ; The well of Nectar , pau'd with pearle and gold , Where she remaines for all eyes to behold .
Sonnet . 5. NOthing but no and I , and I and no , How falls it out so strangely you reply ? I tell ye ( Faire ) i le not be aunswered so , With this affirming no , denying I , I say I loue , you slender aunswere I , I say you loue , you pule me out a no ; I say I die , you eccho me with I , Saue me I cry , you sigh me out a no : Must woe and I , haue naught but no and I , No I am I , if I no more can haue , Aunswere no more , with silence make reply , And let me take my selfe what I do craue ; Let no and I , with I and you be so , Then aunswere no , and I , and I , and no.
To Harmonie . Sonnet . 6. LOue once would daunce within my Mistresse eye . And wanting musique fitting for the place , Swore that I should the instrument supply , And sodainely presents me with her face ; Straitwaies my pulse play liuely in my vaines , My panting breath doth keepe a meaner time , My q●au'ring artires be the tenours straines , My trembling sinewes serue the counterchime , My hollow sighs the deepest b●se doe beare , True diapason in distincted sound ; My panting hart the trebble makes the aire , And desken●s fineli● on the musikes ground ; Thus like a Luteor Viall did I he , Whilst he prowd slaue dauncde galliards in her eie .
Sonnet 7. LOue in an humor plaide the prodigall , And bids my sences to a solemne feast , Yet more to grace the companie withall , Inuit●s my ha●t to be the chiefest guest ; No other drinke would serue this gluttons turne , But pretious teares distilling from mine eine , Which with my sighs this Epicure doth burne , Quaffing carowses in this costly wine , Where , in his cups o'recome with foule excesse , Beginnes to play a swaggering ruffins part , And at the banquet , in his drunkennes S 〈…〉 my deere friend , his kinde and truest hart ; A gent●e warning friends , thus may you see , What t is to keepe a drunkard companie .
To the Moone . Sonct . 8 PHoebe looke downe , and heere behold in mee , The elements within thy sphere inclosed , How kindely Nature plac'd them vnder thee , And in my world , see how they are disposed ; My hope is earth , the lowest , cold and dry , The grosser mother of deepe melancholie , Water my teares , coolde with humidity , Wan , flegmaticke , inclinde by Nature wholy ; My sighes , the ayre , hote , moist , ascending higher , Subtile of sanguine , dyde in my ha●ts dolor , My thoughts they be the element of fi●e , Hote , dry , and piercing , still inclinde to choler , Thine eye the Orbe vnto all these , from whence Proceedes th' effects of powerfull influence .
To Lunacie . Sonnet . 9. AS other men , so I my selfe do muse . Why in this sorte I wrest inuention so , And why these giddy metaphors I vse , Leauing the path the greater part do goe ; I will resolue you ; I am lunaticke , And euer this in mad-men you shall finde , What they last thoght on when the braine grew sicke , In most distraction keepe that still in minde . Thus talking idely in this bedlam fit , Reason and I ( you must conceiue ) are twaine , T is nine yeeres now , since first I lost my wit , Beare with me then , though troubled be my braine ; With diet and correction , men distraught , ( Not too farre past ) may to their wits be brought .
Sonnet . 10. TO nothing fitter can I thee compare , Then to the sonne of some rich penny father , Who hauing now brought on his end with care , Leaues to his sonne all he had heap'd together ; This new rich nouice , lauish of his chest , To one man giues , and on an other spends , Then heere he riots , yet amongst the rest , Haps to send some to one true honest friend . Thy gifts thou in obscuritie doost waste , False friends thy kindenes , borne but to deceiue thee , Thy loue , that is on the vnworthy plac'd , Time hath thy beautie , which with age will leaue thee ; Onely that little which to me was lent , I giue thee backe , when all the rest is spent .
Sonnet . 11. YOu not alone , when you are still alone , O God from you that I could priuate be , Since you one were , I neuer since was one , Since you in me , my selfe since out of me , Transported from my selfe into your being , Though either distant , present yet to either , Sencelesse with too much ioy , each other seeing , And onely absent when we are together . Giue me my selfe , and take your selfe againe , Deuise some meanes but how I may forsake you , So much is mine that doth with you remaine , That taking what is mine , with me I take you ; You do bewitch me , O that I could flie , From my selfe you , or from your owne selfe I.
To the Soule . Sonnet . 12. THat learned father , which so firmely proues The Soule of man immortall and diuine , And doth the seuerall offices define : Anima Giues her that name as she the body moues , Amor Then is she loue imbracing Charitie , Animus Mouing a will in vs , it is the minde , Mens Retaining knowledge , still the same in kinde ; Memoria As intellectuall it is the memory , Ratio In iudgeing , Reason onely is her name , Sensus In speedie apprehension it is sence , Conscientia In right or wrong , they call her conscience : Spiritus The spirit , when it to Godward doth inflame . These of the soule the seuerall functions bee , Which my heart lightned by thy loue doth see .
To the Shaddow . Sonnet . 13. LEtters and lines we see are soone defaced , Mettells do waste , and fret with cankers rust , The Diamond shall once consume to dust ; And freshest colours with fowle staines disgraced , Paper and incke , can paint but naked words , To write with blood , offorce offends the sight , And if with teares , I finde them all too light , And sighes and signes , a seely hope affords . O sweetest shadow , how thou seru'st my turne , Which still shalt be , as long as there is sunne , Nor whilst the world is , neuer shall be done , Whilst Moone shall shine , or any fire shall burne : That euery thing whence shadow doth proceede , May in his shadow , my loues story reede ,
Sonnet . 14. IF hee from heauen that filch'd that liuing fire , Condemn'd by Ioue to end lesle torment be , I greatly meruaile how you still go free , That farre beyond Prometheus did aspire ? The fire he stole although of heauenly kinde , Which from aboue he craftily did take , Of liuelesse clods vs liuing men to make , Againe bestow'd in temper of the minde . ●ut vou brok into heauens immortall store , Where vertue , honour , wit and beauty lay , Which taking thence , you haue escap'd away , Yet stand as free as e're you did before ; But old Prometheus punish'd for his rape , Thus poore theeues suffer , when the greater scape .
Sonnet . 15. VIewing the glasse of my youthes miseries , I see the face of my deformed eares , With withered browes , all wrinckled with dispaires , That for my youth the teares fall from mine eyes , Then in these teares the mirrors of these eyes , Thy fairest youth and be 〈…〉 y do I see , Imprinted there by looking still on thee ; Thus midst my woes , ten thousand ioyes arise . Yet in these ioyes the shadowes of my good , In this fa●e limmed ground as white as snow , Painted the blackest image of my woe , With murthring hands imbrude in mine owne blood ; And in this image his darke clowdy eyes , My life , and loue , I heere anatomi●e .
To the Phoeniae . Sonnet 16. WIthin the compasse of this spatious round , Amongst all birds the Phoenix is alone , Which but by you could neuer haue beene knowne . None like to that , none like to you is found , Heape your owne vertues seasoned by their sunne , On heauenly top of your diuine desire ; Then with your beautie set the same on fire , So by your death , your life shal be begunne . Your selfe thus burned in this sacred flame , With your owne sweetnes all the heauens perfuming , And still encreasing as you are consuming , Shall spring againe from th' ashes of your fame , And mounting vp shall to the heauens ascend , So may you liue , past world , past fame , past end .
To Time . Sonnet . 17. STay , stay , sweete Time , behold or e're thou passe , From world to world , thou long hast fought to see , That wonder now wherein all wonders bee , Where heauen beholds her in a mortall glasse : Nay looke thee Time in this celestiall glasse , And thy youth past , in this suite mirrour see , The first worlds beautie in the infancie , What it was then , what thou before it was . Now passe on Time , to af●r-worlds tell this : ( And yet shalt tell ) but truely what hath beene , That they may say what former time hath seene , And heauen may ioy to thinke on past worlds blis : Heere make a period Time , and say for me , She was , whose like againe shall neuer be .
To the Celestiall numbers . Sonnet . 18. VNto the world , to learning , and to heauen , Three nines there are , to euerie one a nine , One number of the earth , the other both diuine , One woman now makes three odde numbers euen : Nine orders first of Angells be in heauen , Nine Muses do with learning still frequent , These with the Gods are euer resident ; Nine worthy ones vnto the world were giuen : My worthy one to these nine worthies addeth , And my faire Muse , one Muse vnto the nine , And my good Angell in my soule diuine , With one more order , these nine orders gladdeth : My Muse , my worthy , and my Angell then , Makes euery one of these three nines a ten .
To Humour . Sonnet . 19. YOu cannot loue my pretty heart and why ? There was a time you told me that you would , But now againe you will the same denie , If it might pease you , would to God you could ; What will you hate ? nay that you will not neither , Nor loue , nor hate , how then ? what will you doe , What will you keepe a meane then betwixt eyther ? Or will you loue me , and yet hate me too ? Yet serues not this , what next , what other shift ? You will , and will not , what a coyle is heere ? I see your craft , now I perceiue your drift , And all this while I was mistaken there : Your loue and hate is this , I now do proue you , You loue in hate , by hate to make me loue you .
Sonnet . 20. AN euill spirit your beautie haunts me still , Wherewith ( alas ) I haue beene long possest , Which ceaseth not to tempt me vnto ill , Nor giues me once but one poore minutes rest : In me it speakes whether I sleepe or wake , And when by meanes to driue it out I trie , With greater torments then it me doth take , And tortures me in most extreamitie , Before my face , it laies all my dispaires , And hastes me on vnto a suddaine death ; Now tempting me to drowne my selfe in teares , And then in sighing to giue vp my breath ; Thus am I still prouokde to euery euill , By this good wicked spirit , sweete Angell diuell .
To the Spheares . Sonnet . 21. THou which doost guide this little world of loue , Thy planets mansions heere thou maist behold , My brow the spheare where Saturne still doth moue , wrinckled with cares , withered , dry and cold ; Mine eyes the Orbe where Iupiter doth trace , Which gently smile because they looke on thee , Mars in my swartie visage takes his place , Made leane with loue , where furious conflicts bee : Sol in my breast with his hote scorching flame , But in my heart alone doth Venus raigne ; Mercury my hands , the Organs of my fame , Luna my wauering and vnconstant vaine ; The starry heauen thy praise by me exprest , Thou the first mouer , guiding all the rest .
To Folly . Sonnet . 22. WIth fooles & children good discretion beares , Then honest people beare with Loue & me , Nor older yet , nor wiser made by yeares , Amongst the rest of fooles and children be , Loue 's still a baby , places with gawdes and ioyes , And like a wanton , sports with euery feather , And ideots still are running after boyes , Then fooles and children fitt'st to go together , He still as young as when he first was borne , No wiser I , then when as young as he , You that be hold vs laugh vs not to scorne , Giue Nature thankes you are not such as we : Yet fooles and children sometimes tell in play , Some wise in shew , more fooles indeede then they .
Sonnet . 23. LOue banish'd heauen , in earth was held in scorne . Wandring ab●oad in neede and beggery , And wanting friends , though of a God desse borne , Yet crau'de the almes of such as passed ●y , I like a man , douote and charitable ; Clothed the naked , lodg'd this wandring guest , With sighes and teares still furnishing his table , With what might make the miserable blest ; But this vngratefull for my good desart . Enticde my thoughts against me to conspire , Who gaue consent to steale away my heart . And set my breast his lodging on a fire : Well , well , my friends , when beggars grow thus bold , No meruaile then though charity grow cold .
Sonnet 24. I Heare some say , this man is not in loue , Who , can he loue ? a likely thing they say : Reade but his verse , and it will easly proue , O iudge not rashly ( gentle Sir ) I pray , Because I loosely trifle in this sort , As one that fame his sorrows would beguile : You now suppose me , all this time in sport , And please your felfe with this conceit the while . You shallow censures , sometime see you not In greatest perills some men pleasant be , Where fame by death is onelie to be got ; They resolute , so stands the case with me ; Where other men in depth of passion crie , I laugh at Fortune , as in jeast to die .
Sonnet 25. O Whie should nature niggardly restraine . The Southerne nations rellish not our tongue , Else should my lines glide on the waues of R 〈…〉 , And crowne the Pirens with my liuing song ; But bounded thus to Scotland get you forth , Thence take you wing vnto the Orcades , There let my verse get glorie in the north , Making my sighs to thawe the frozen seas , And let the Bards within that Irish ile , To whome my Muse with firi● wings shall passe , Call backe the stiffe neckt rebells from exile , And mollifie the slaughtring Galliglasse ; And when my flowing numbers they reherse , Let wolues and beares be charmed with my verse .
To Despaire . Sonnet 26. I Euer loue , where neuer hope appeares , Yet hope drawes on my neuer-hoping care , And my lifes hope would die but for dispaire , My neuer-certaine ioy , breeds euer-certaine feares , Vncertaine-dread , giues wings vnto my hope , Yet my hopes wings are loaden so with feare , As they cannot ascend to my hopes spheare , Yet feare giues them more than a heauenly scope ; Yet this large roome is bounded with dispaire , So my loue is still fettered with vaine hope , And libertie depriues him of his scope , And thus am I imprisond in the aire ; Then sweet despaire , a while holde vp thy head , Or all my hope for sorrow will be dead .
To Fantasie . Sonnet 27. I Gaue my faith to Loue , Loue his to me , That he and I sworne brothers should remaine , Thus faith receiu'd , faith giuen backe againe , Who would imagine bond more sure could be ? Loue flies to her , yet holdes he my faith taken , As from my vertue raising my offence , Making me guiltie by mine innocence ; And onelie bond by being so forsaken , He makes her aske what I before had vow'd , Giuing her that , which he had giuen mee , I bound by him , and he by her made free . Who euer so hard breach of faith allowd ? Speake you that should of right & wrong discusse , Was right ere wrongd , or wrong ere righted thus ?
Sonnet 28. TO such as saie , thy loue I ouer-prise , And doe not sticke to terme my praises follie , Against these folkes that thinke themselues so wise , I thus appose my force of reason wholie , Though I giue more , then well affords my state , In which expense the most suppose me vaine , Would yeeld them nothing at the casiest rate , Yet at this price , returnes me trebble gaine , The value not vnskilfull how to vse , And I giue much , because I gaine thereby , I that thus take , or they that thus refuse , Whether are these deceiued then , or I ? In eu'rie thing I holde this maxime still , The circumstance doth make it good or ill .
To the Sences . Sonnet 29. WHen conqu'ring loue did first my hart assaile , Vnto mine aide I sommond euerie sence , Doubting if that prowde tirant should preuaile , My hart should suffer for mine eies offence ; But he with beautie first corrupted sight , My hearing bribde with her tongues harmonie , My taste by her sweete lippes drawne with delight , My smelling wonne with her breaths spicerie ; But when my touching came to plaie his part , ( The King of sences , greater than the rest ) He yeeldes loue vp the keis vnto my hart , And tells the other how they should be blest : And thus by those of whome I hopde for aide , To cruell loue my soule was first betraide .
To the Vestalls . Sonnet 30. THose Priests which first the Vestall fire begun , Which might be borrowed from no earthly flame , Deuisde a ves●ell to receiue the Sunne , Being stedfastly opposed to the same ; Where , with sweete wood , laide curiously by Ar●● , Whereon the Sunne might by reflexion beate , Receiuing strength from euerie secret part , The fuell kindled with colestiall heate . Thy blessed eies , the Sunne which lights this fire , My holie thoughts , they be the Vestall flame , The precious odours be my chaste desire , My breast the fuell which includes the sa ; Thou arte my Vesta , thou my goddesse art , Thy halowed temple one lie is my hart .
Sonnet 31. ME thinkes I see some crooked Mimicks jeere , And ●axe my Muse with this fantasticke grace , Turning my papers , askes , what haue we heere ? Making withall , some filthie an●ike face ; I feare no censure , nor what thou canst say , Nor shall my spirit one jo●e of vigor lose , Thinkst thou my wit shall keepe the packe-horse way , That eu'rie d●dgen lowe inuention goes ? Since Sonnets thus in bundles are imprest , And eu'rie drudge doth dull our sa●iate e●re ? Thinkst thou my Loue shall in those ragges be drest , That eu'rie dowdie , eu'rie t●ull doth wea●e ? Vnto my pitch no common iudgement flies , I scorne all earthlie dung-bred scarabies .
To the riuer Ankor . Sonnet 32. OVr floudes Queene Thames ; for ships & swans is crowned , And stately Seuerne for her shoares is praised , The cristall Trent , for Foords and Fish renowned , And Anons fame , to Albions cliues is raised . Carlegion Chester , vaunts her holie Dee , Yorke manie wonders of her Owse can tell , The Peake her Doue , whose bankes so fertile bee , And Kent will saie , her Medway doth excell , Cotswold commends her Isis and her Tame , Our northerne borders boast of Tweedes faire floud , Our westerne parts extoll her Wilis fame , And olde Legea brags of Danish bloud ; Ardens sweete Ankor let thy glorie bee , That faire Idea she doth liue by thee .
To Imagination . Sonnet 33. WHilst yet mine eies doe surfet with delight , My wofull hart imprisond in my brest , Wisheth to be transformed in my sight , That it like those , by looking might be blest , But whilst mine eies thus greedily doe gaze , Finding their obiects ouer-soone departe , These now the others happines doe praise , Wishing themselues that they had bin my hart ; That eies were hart , or that the hart were eies , As couetous the others vse to haue ; But finding reason , their request denies , This to each other mutually they craue ; That since the one cannot the other bee , That eies could thinke , or that my hart could see .
To Admiration . Sonnet 34. MAruell not Loue , though I thy power admire , Rauisht a world beyond the farthest thought , That knowing more than euer hath bin taught , That I am onelie sta●u'd in my desire ; Maruell not Loue , though I thy power admire , Aiming at things exceeding all perfection , To wisedomes selfe to minister direction , That I am onelie staru'd in my desire ; Maruell not Loue , though I thy power admire , Though my conceit I further seeme to bend , Than possibly inuention can extend , And yet am onelie staru'd in my desire ; If thou wilt wonder , heere 's the wonder Loue , That this to me doth yet no wonder proue ,
To Miracle . Sonnet 35. SOme misbelieuing , and prophane in loue , When I doe speake of miracles by thee , May say that thou art flattered by mee , Who onelie write , my skill in verse to proue . See miracles , ye vnbeleeuing see , A dumb-borne Muse , made to expresse the minde , A cripple hand to write , yet lame by kinde , One by thy name , the other touching thee ; Blinde were mine eies , till they were seene of thine , And mine eares deafe , by thy fame healed be , My vices curde , by vertues sprung from thee , My hopes reuiu'd which long in graue had liue : All vncleane thoughts , foule spirits cast out in mee , Onely by vertue that proceedes from thee .
To Wonder . Sonnet 36. REading sometime , my sorrowes to beguile , I finde olde Poets hills and floods admire , One , he doth wonder monster breeding Nyle , Another maruells sulphure Aetn●es fire . Now broad-brimd Indus , then of Pindus height , Pe●ion and Ossa , frostie Cauc●se olde , The Delian Cinthus , then Olympus weight , Slow Arrer , franticke Gallus , Cydnus colde . Some Ganges , Ister , and of Tagus tell , Some whirle-poole Po , and sliding Hypasis , Some olde Pernassus where the Muses dwell , Some Helicon , and some faire Simois ; A fooles thinke I , had you Idea seene , Poore brookes and bankes , had no such woonders beene
Sonnet 37. DEere , why should you commaund me to my 〈◊〉 When now the night doth sommon all to sleepe ? Me thinkes this time becommeth Louers best , Night was ordaind together friends to keepe , How happie are all other liuing things , Which though the daie disjoyne by seuerall flight , The quiet euening yet together brings , And each returnes vnto his loue at night . O thou that art● so cu●●eous vnto all , Whie shouldst thou Night abuse me onelie thus , That euerie crea●ure to his kinde doost call , And yet t is thou doost onelie seuer vs : Well could I wish it would be euer daie , If when night comes you bid me goe awaie .
Sonnet 38. SItting alone , Loue bids me goe and write , Reason pluckes backe , commanding me to staie , Boasting that she dooth stil direct the waie , Or else loue were vnable to indite ; Loue growing angrie , vexed at the spleene , And scorning Reasons maimed argument , Strait taxeth Reason , wanting to inuent , Where she with Loue conuersing hath not beene , Reason reproched with this coy disdaine , Dispiteth Loue , and laugheth at her follie , And Loue contemning Reasons reason wholie , Thought it in weight too light by manie a graine . Reason put backe , doth out of sight remoue , And Loue alone findes reason in my loue .
Sonnet 39. SOme , when in time they of their loues doe tell , With flames and lightning their exordiums paint , Some call on heauen , some inuocate on hell , And Fates and Furies with their woes acquaint , Elizium is too high a seate for me , I will not come in Stix or Phlegiton , The thriee three Muses but too wanton be , Like they that lust , I care not , I wil none . Spitefull Errinis frights me with her lookes , My manhoode dares not with foule Ate mell , I quake to looke on Heccats charming bookes , I stil feare bug-beares in Apolloes Cell . I passe not for Minorua , nor Astrea , Onelie I call vpon diuine Idea .
Sonnet . 40. MY heart the a●uile where my thoughts do beate , My words the hammers fashioning my desire , My breast the forge , including all the heate , Loue is the fuell which maintaines the fire : My sighes the bellowes which the same encreaseth , Filling mine eares with noise and nightly groning , Toiling with paine , my labour neuer ceaseth , In grieuous passions my woes still bemoning : Mine eyes with teares against the fire striuing , Whose scorching gleed my heart to cinders turneth ; But with those drops , the flame againe reuiuing , Still more and more vnto my torment burneth : With Sisiphus thus do I role the stone , And turne the wheele with damned Ixion .
Sonnet . 41. WHy do I speake of ioy , or write of loue , When my heart is the very den of horror , And in my soule the paines of hell I proue , With all his torments and infernall terror ? What should I say , what yet remaines to do ? My braine is drie with weeping all too long , My sighes be spent in yttring of my woe , And I want words wherewith to tell my wrong : But still distracted in Loues lunacie , And bedlam-like thus rauing in my griefe , Now raile vpon her haire , now on her eye , Now call her Goddesse , then I call her theefe ; Now I deny her , then I do confesse her , Now do I curse her , then againe I blesse her .
Sonnet . 42. SOme men there be which like my method well , And do commend the strangenes of my vaine , Some say , I haue a passing pleasing straine , Some say , that in my humor I excell : Some , who not kindely relish my conceit , They say ( as Poets doe ) I vse to faine , And in bare words paint out my passions paine . Thus sundry men their sundry mindes repeate ; I passe not I , how men affected be , Nor who commends , or discommends my verse , It pleaseth me , if I my woes rehearse , And in my lines , if she my loue may see : Onely my comfort still consists in this , Writing her praise , I cannot write amisso .
Sonnet . 43. WHy should your faire eyes with such soueraine grace , Dispearse their raies on euery vulgar spirit , Whilst I in darkenes in the selfe same place , Get not one glance to recompence my merit : So doth the plow-man gaze the wandring starre , And onely rests contented with the light , That neuer learnd what constellations are , Beyond the bent of his vnknowing fight . O why should beautie ( custome to obey ) To their grosse sence applie her selfe so ill ? Would God I were as ignorant as they , When I am made vnhappy by my skill ; Onely compeld on this poore good to boast , Heauens are not kind to the that know them most .
Sonnet . 44. WHilst thus my pen striues to eternize thee , Age rules my lines with wrinckles in my face , Where in the map of all my miserie , Is modeld out the worlde of my disgrace , Whilst in despight of tyrannizing times , Medea-like I make thee yong againe , Prowdly thou scorust my world-outwearing rimes , And murther'st Vertue with thy coy disdaine ; And though in youth my youth vntimely perish , To keepe thee from obliuion and the graue , Ensuing ages yet my rimes shall cherish , When I entomb'd my better part shall saue ; And though this earthly bodie fade and die , My name shall mount vpon eternitie .
Sonnet . 45. MVses which sadly sit about my chaire , Drownd in the teares extorted by my lines , With heauie sighes whilst thus I breake the aire , Painting my passions in these sad dissignes ; Since she disdaines to blesse my happie verse , The strong-built Trophies to her liuing fame , Euer henceforth my bosome be your hearse , Wherein the world shall now entombe her name ; Enclose my musicke you poore senselesse walls , Sith she is deafe and will not heare my mones , Soften your selues with euerie teare that falls , Whilst I like Orpheus sing to trees and stones ; Which with my plaint seeme yet with pittie moued , Kinder then she who I so long haue liued .
Sonnet . 46. PLain path'd Experience the vnlearneds guide , Her simple followers euidently shewes , Sometime what schoolemen scarcely can decide , Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knowes : In making triall of a murther wrought , If the yile actor of the he●nous deede , Neere the dead bodie happily be brought . Oft hath been prou'd the breathlesse coarse will bleed ; She comming neere that my poore hart hath slaine , Long since departed ( to the world no more ) The auncient wounds no longer can containe , But fall to bleeding as they did before : But what of this ? should she to death be led . It furthers iustice , but helpes not the dead .
Sonnet . 47. IN pride of wit , when high desire of fame Gaue life and courage to my labouring 〈◊〉 And first the sound and vertue of my name , Won grace and credite in the eares of men ; With those the througed Theaters that presse . I in the circuite for the Lawrell stroue , Where the full praise I freely must confesse , In heate of blood and modest minde might moue : With showts and claps at euerie little pawse , When the prowd round on euerie side hath rung . Sadly I sit vnmou'd with the applawse , As though to me it nothing did belong : No publique glorie vainely I pursue . The praise I striue , is to eternize you .
Sonnet . 48. CUpid , dumbe I doll , peeuish faint of Loue , No more shalt thou nor saint nor idoll be , No god art thou , Loues goddesse she doth proue , Of all thine honour she hath robbed thee : Thy bow olde broke , is peecde with halfe desire , Her bow is beautie with ten thousand strings , And euery one of purest golden wire ; The least , of force to conquer hoasts of Kings : Thy shafts be spent , and she ( to war appoynted ) Hides in those Cristall quiuers of her eyes , More arrowes with hart-piercing mettle pointed , Then there be starres at mid-night in the skies : With these she steales mens harts for her releefe , Yet happie he that 's robd of such a theefe .
Sonnet . 49. THou leaden braine which censur'st what I write And saist my lines be dull , and do not moue . I maruaile not thou feel'st not my delight , Which neuer feltst my fierie tuch of loue : But thou whose pen hath like a Packe-horse seru'd , Whose stomacke vnto gaule hath turnd thy food , Whose senses like poore prisners hunger-staru'd . Whose greefe hath parch'd thy body , dride thy blood ; Thou which hast scorned life , and hated death , And in a moment mad , sober , glad and sorie , Thou which hast bann'd thy thoughts , and curst thy birth With thousand plagues more then in purgatory , Thou thus whose spirit Loue in his fire refines , Come thou and reade , admire and plawd my lines .
Sonnet . 50. AS in some Countries far remote from hence , The wretched creature destined to die , Hauing the iudgement due to his offence , By Surgeons begg'd , their Art on him to trie : Which on the liuing worke without remorce , First make incision on each maistring vaine , Then stanch the bleeding , then transperce the coarse , And with their balmes recure the wounds againe , Then poison and with Phisicke him restore , Not that they feare the hopelesse man to kill , But their experience to encrease the more ; Euen so my Mistresse works vpon my ill , By curing me , and killing me each howre , Onely to shew her beauties soueraigne powre .
Sonnet . 51. CAlling minde since first my loue begunne , Th' incertaine times oft varying in their course , How things still vnexpectedly haue runne , As please the fates , by their resistlesse force : Lastly , mine eyes amazedly haue seene , Essex great fall , Tyroue his peace to gaine , The quiet end of that long-liuing Queene , This Kings faire entrance , and our peace with Spaine , We and the Dutch at length our selues to seuer , Thus the world doth , and euermore shall reele , Yet to my goddesse am I constant euer ; How ere blind fortune turne her giddie wheele : Though heauen & earth proue both to me vntrue , Yet am I still inuiolate to you .
An alusion to Dedalus and Icarus . Sonnet 52. MY heart imprisoned in a hopelesse I le , Peopled with Armies of pale jealous eyes , The shores beset with thousand secret spies , Must passe by ayre , or else die in exile ; He framde him wings with feathers of his thought , Which by their nature learnd to mount the skie , And with the same he practised to flie , Till he himselfe this Eagles Art had taught : Thus soaring still , not looking once below , So neere thine eyes celestiall sunne aspired , That with the raies his wafting pineons fired : Thus was the wanton cause of his owne woe , Downe fell he in thy beauties Ocean drenched , Yet there he burnes in fire that 's neuer quenched .
Another to the Riuer Ankor . Sonnet 53. CLeere Ankor , on whose siluer-sanded shore , My soule-shrin'd saint , my faire Idea lies , O blessed brooke , whose milke-white swans adore That cristall streame refined by her eyes , Where sweet mirth-breathing Zephire in the spring , Gently distills his Nectar-dropping showers , Where Nightingales in Arden sit and sing , Amongst the daintie dew-impearled flowers ; Say thus faire Brooke , when thou shalt see thy Queene , Loe heere thy sheep heard spent his wandring yeeres ; And in these shades deere Nimph he oft hath beene . And heere to thee he sacrifizde his teares : Faire Arden , thou my Tempe art alone , And thou sweete Ankor art my Helicon .
Sonnet . 54. YEt reade at last the story of my woe , The drery abstracts of my endlesse cares , With my like sorrow enterlined so , Smokde with my sighes , and blotted with my teares ; The sad memorialls of my miseries , Pend●n the griefe of mine afflicted ghost ; My lifes complaint in dolefull Elegies , With so pure loue as time could neuer boast : Receiue the incence which I offer heere , By my strong faith ascending to thy fame , My zeale , my hope , my vowes , my praise , my praier , My soules oblations to thy sacred name : Which name my Muse to highest heauen shal raise , By chaste desire , true loue , and vertues praise .
Sonnet 55. MY Faire , if thou wilt register my loue , More then worlds volumes shall thereof arise ; Preserue my teares , and thou thy selfe shalt proue , A second flood downe raining from mine eyes : Note but my sighes , and thine eyes shall behold , The sun-beames smothered with immortall smoke ; And if by thee my praiers may be enrold , They heauen and earth to pittie shall prouoke ; Looke thou into my breast , and thou shalt see , Chaste holy vowes for my soules sacrifice , That soule ( sweete Maide ) which so hath honored thee , Erecting Trophies to thy sacred eyes ; Those eyes to my hart shining euer bright , When darkenes hath obscurde each other light .
An allusion to the Aegl●ts . Sonnet 56. MY thoughts bred vp with Eagle-birds of loue , And for their vertues I desirde to know ; Vpon the neast I set them forth , to proue If they were of the Eagles kinde , or no. But they no sooner sawe my sunne appeare , But on her raies with gazing eyes they stoode , Which proou'd my birds delighted in the aire , And that they came of this rare kingly broode . But now their plumes full summde with sweete desire , To shew their kinde , beganne to clime the skies : Doe what I could , my Eglets would aspire , Strait mounting vp to thy celestiall eies . And thus ( my Faire ) my thoughts away be flowne , And from my breast into thine eies be gone .
Sonnet 57. YOu best discern'd of my interior eies , And yet your graces outwardly diuine , Whose deare remembrance in my bosome lies , Too rich a relique for so poore a shrine : You in whome Nature chose herselfe to view , When she her owne perfection would admire , Bestowing all her excellence on you ; At whose pure eies Loue lights his halowed fire , Euen as a man that in some traunce hath seene , More than his wondring vttrance can vnfolde , That rapt in spirite in better worlds hath beene , So must your praise distractedly be tolde ; Most of all short , when I should shew you most , In your perfections altogether lost .
Sonnet 58. IN former times , such as had store of coyne , In warres at home , or when for conquests bound , For feare that some their treasures should purloyne , Gaue it to keepe to spirites within the ground ; And to attend it , them so strongly tide , Till they return'd , home when they neuer came , Such as by art to get the same haue tride , From the strong spirite by no means get the same , Neerer you come , that further flies away , Striuing to holde it strongly in the deepe : Euen as this spirit , so she alone doth play , With those rich Beauties heauen giues her to keepe : Pitty so left , to coldenes of her blood , Not to auaile her , nor doe others good .
To Prouerb . Sonnet 59. AS Loue and I , late harbourde in one Inne , With Proueths thus each other entertaine ; In loue there is no lacke , thus I beginne : Faire wordes makes fooles , replieth he againe : That spares to speake , doth spare to speede ( quoth I ) As well ( saith he ) too forward as too slowe . Fortune assistes the boldest , I reply : A hastie man ( quoth he ) ne're wanted woe . Labour is light , where loue ( quoth I ) doth pay , ( Saith he ) light burthens heauy , if farre borne : ( Quoth I ) the maine lost , cast the by away : You haue spunne a faire thred , he replies in scorne . And hauing thus a while each other thwarted , Fooles as we met , so fooles againe we parted .
Sonnet 60. DEfine my loue , and tell the ioyes of heauen , Expresse my woes , and shew the paines of hell , Declare what fate vnluckie starres haue giuen , And aske a world vpon my life to dwell . Make knowne that faith , vnkindnes could not moue ; Compare my worth with others base desart , Let vertue be the tuch-stone of my loue , So may the heauens reade wonders in my hart ; Beholde the cloudes which haue eclipsde my sunne , And view the crosses which my course doth let ; Tell me , if euer since the world begunne , So faire a rising had so foule a set : And by all meanes , let foule vnkindnes proue , And shew a second to so pure a loue .
Sonnet 61. WHen first I ended , then I first beganne , The more I trauell , further from my rest , Where most I lost , there most of all I wanne , Pined with hunger , rising from a feast . Me thinkes I flee , yet want I legs to goe , Wise in conceit , in act a very sot , Rauisht with ioy amidst a hell of woe , What most I seeme , that surest am I not . I build my hopes a world aboue the skie , Yet with the Mole I creepe into the earth , In plenty am I ●●aru'd with penurie , And yet I surffet in the greatest dearth : I haue , I want , dispaire , and yet desire , Burn'd in a sea of ice , and drown'd amidst a fire .
Sonnet 62. TRuce gentle Loue , a parlee now I craue , Me thinks t is long since first these warres begun , Nor thou nor I , the better yet can haue : Bad is the match where neither party wonne . I offer free conditions of faire peace , My heart for hostage , that it shall remaine , Discharge our forces heere , let malice cease , So for my pledge , thou giue me pledge againe . Or if nothing but death will serue thy turne , Still thirsting for subuersion of my state ; Doe what thou canst , raze , massacre , and burne , Let the world see the vtmost of thy hate : I send defiance , since if ouerthrowne , Thou vanquishing , the conquest is mine owne .
Certaine other Sonnets to great and worthy Personages .
To the high and mightie Prince , Iames king of Scots . Sonnet 61. NOt thy graue Counsells , nor thy subiects loue , Nor all that famous Scottish royaltie , Or what thy soueraigne greatnes may approue , Others in vaine doe but historifie , When thine owne glory from thy selfe doth spring , As though thou didst all meaner praises scornee Of Kings a Poet , and the Poets King , They Princes , but thou Prophets doost adorne ; Whilst others by their Empires are renown'd , Thou doost enrich thy Scotland with renowne , And Kings can but with diadems be crown'd , But with thy laurell thou doost crowne thy Crowne ; That they whose pens ( euen ) life to Kings do giue , In thee a King , shall seeke themselues to liue .
To Lucy Countesse of Bedford . Son . 61. GReat Lady , essence of my chiefest good , Of the most pure and finest tempred spirit , Adorn'd with gifts ennobled by thy blood , Which by descent true vertue doost inherit : That vertue which no fortune can depriue , Which thou by birth tak'st from thy gratious mother , Whose royall mindes with equall motion striue , Which most in honour shall excell the other ; Vnto thy fame my Muse herselfe shall taske , Which rainst vpon me thy sweete golden showers , And but thy selfe , no subiect will I aske , Vpon whose praise my soule shall spend her powers . Sweet Lady yet , grace this poore Muse of mine , whose faith , whose zeal , whose life , whose al is thine .
To the Lady Anne Harington . Sonnet . 62. MAdam , my words cannot expresse my minde , My zealous kindnes to make knowne to you , When your deserts all seuerally I finde ; In this attempt of me do craue their due : Your gratious kindenes first doth claime my hart , Your bounty bids my hand to make it knowne , Of me your vertues each doe challenge part , And leaue me thus the least that is mine owne : What should commend your modesty and wit , Is by your wit and modesty commended , And standeth dumbe , in most admiring it , And where it should begin , is onely ended ; Returning this your praises onely due , And to your selfe , say you are onely you .
To the Lady L. S. Sonet 63. BRight starre of Beauty , on whose cie-lids sit , A thousand Nymph-like and enamoured graces , The goddesses of memorie and wit , which in due order take their seuerall places , In whose deere bosome , sweete delicious loue , Layes downe his quiuer , that he once did beare , Since he that blessed Paradice did proue , Forsooke his mothers lap to sport him there . Let others striue to entertaine with wordes , My soule is of another temper made ; I holde it vile that vulgar wit affords , Deuouring time my faith shall not inuade : Still let my praise be honoured thus by you , Be you most worthie , whilst I be most true .
To sir Anthonie Cooke . Sonet 64. VOuchsafe to grace these rude vnpollisht rimes , Which but for you had slept in sable night , And come abroade now in these glorious times , Can hardly brooke the purenes of the light . But sith you see their destenie is such , That in the world their fortune they must try , Perhaps they better shall abide the tuch , Wearing your name their gracious liuerie . Yet these mine owne , I wrong not other men , Nor traffike further then this happy clime , Nor filch from Portes , not from Petrarchs pen , A fault too common in this latter time ; Diuine sir Philip , I auouch thy writ , I am no picke-purse of anothers wit .
Finis .
The Legend of Robert Duke of Normandie . WHat time soft night had silently begunne , To steale by minutes on the long-liu'd daies , The furious dogge pursuing of the sunne , Whose noysome breath addes feruor to his raies , That to the earth sends many a sad disease : Which then inflam'd with his intemprate fires , Her selfe in light habiliments attires . When the rathe morning newly but awake , Scarse with fresh beautie burnished her browes , Her selfe beholding in the generall Lake , ( To which she paies her neuer-ceasing vowes , ) With the new day me willingly to rowze ; Downe to faire Thames I softly tooke my way , Where the milde windes continually do play . Striuing to fancie his chaste breast to moue , Whereas all pleasures plentifully flowe , When him along the wanton tide doth ●houe , And to keepe backe they easily doe blow , Still meete him comming , thinking him too slowe : He forcing waues to checke their hote imbrace , They fanning breath vpon his cristall face . Still forward sallying from his bounteous ●ource , Along the shores lasciuio●sly doth straine , And often times retreating in his course , As to his fountaine he would backe againe , Or turnde to looke vpon his siluer 〈◊〉 ; With coy regards the goodly soile he greetes , Till with faire Medway happily he meetes . Steering my compasse by the wandring streame , whose flight might teach me 〈…〉 es ne'r-turning howrs , Delighted thus as in a pretty dreame , Where pleasure wholly had possest my powres ; Yet looking backe on Londons c 〈…〉 g Towres , So Troy , thought I , her stately head did reare , Whose crazed ribs the furrowing plow doth eire . Wearie at length , a willow-tree I found , Which on the banke of this great torrent stood , Whose roote , with rich grasse greatly did abound , ( Forc'd by the moisture of the surging flood ) Ordain'd it seemde to sport her Nimphish brood ; Whose curled top denied the heauens great eye , To view the stocke he was maintained by . The Larke that learnes obseruance to the Sunne , Quauers her cleere notes in the quiet ayre , That on the riuers murmuring base doth runne , And the pl〈…〉sde heauens , their fairest liuery ware , The place such pleasure gently doth prepare ; The flowers my scent , the flood my taste to steepe , Each sence thus s●ted , 〈…〉ed me asleepe . When in a dreame it seemed vnto me , Triumphall musicke from the flood arose , As when the Soueraigne we embargde do see , And by faire London for his pleasure rowes , whose tender welcome the glad Cittie showes ; The people swarming thicke vpon the shores , And the curlde water ouer-spread with oa●es . A troupe of Nimphs came suddainely on land , In the full end of this triumphall sound , And me incompast , taking hand in hand , Casting themselues about me in a round , And so downe set them on the easie ground ; Their sober eyes cast with a modest grace , Vpon my swarth and melancholy face . Next , twixt two Ladies came a goodly Knight , As newly brought from some distressefull place , To me who seemed some right worthy wight , Though his attire were miserable base , Many deepe furrowes in his manly face ; And though cold age had frosted his faire haires , It rather seemde with sorrow then with yeares . The one a Lady of a p●incely port , Leading this sad Lord , scarcely that could stand , The other fleering in disdainefull sort , with scornefull iestures drew him by the hand , who lame and blinde , yet bound with many a band ; which ( I perceiued nearer as they came ) That this was Fortune , that more constant fame . Fame on the right hand in a robe of golde , whose traine old Time obsequiously did beare , whereon in rich Embraudry was enrolde , The acts of all the worthies euer weare , which all might reade depainted liuely there , Set downe in loftie well composed verse , Fi●st the great deedes of Heroes to rehearse . On her faire breast she two broad Tablets wore , Of cristall th' one , the other Ebony , where were ingrauen all the names of yore , In the large Toombe of lasting memory , Or the blacke booke of endlesse obloquy ; The first with Poets and with Conquerours pilde , That with base worldlings euery where defilde . And in her words appeared ( as a wonder ) Her instant force and after-during might , which softly spoke , farre off were heard to thunder , About the world that quickly tooke their flight , And brought the most obscurest things to light : That still the farther off , the greater still Did sound our good , or manifest our ill . Fortune , as blinde as he whom she did leade , Her feature often changing in an hower , Fantastically carying her head , Soone would she smile , and sodainely would lower , And with one breath , her words both sweete & sower Vpon her foes she amorously would glance , And on her followers coily looke askance . About her necke in manner of a chaine , Torne diadems and broken scepters hung , If any on her stedfastly did leane , Them to the ground di●dainefully she flung ; And in this order as shee passt along , Great bags of gold out of her bosome drew , Which to the vnworthiest euermore she threw . A duskie vaile which hid her sightlesse eyes , Like clowdes that couer our vncertaine liues , wherein were portraide direfull tragedies , Fooles wearing Crownes , and wise-men clogg'd in giues , All things how she preposterously contriues ; That as a map her regency discouers , In Camps , in Courts , and in the fate of louers . An easie bancke neere to this place there was , A seate faire Flora vsde to sit vpon , Curling her faire lockes in this liquid glasse , Putting her rich gems and attirings on , Fitter then this about vs was there none ; Heere set they downe this poore distressed man , And in this sort prowd Fortune thus began . Behold this Duke of Normandie quoth shee , The heire of William , Conqueror of this I le , Appealing to be iustifi'd by thee , ( whose tragedy this Poet must compile ) He of all other that I hold most vile , His birth being markde with my vnluckie brand , For whom I see thou com'st preparde to stand . What art thou but a tumor of the minde , A bubble blowne vp with deceitfull breath , Which neuer yet exactly wert definde , In whom no wise man t'rereposed faith , Speaking of few well vntill after death , That from loose humor hast thy timelesse birth , Vnknowne to heauen , and lesse esteemde on earth ? First in opinion hadst thou thy creation , On whom thou still doost seruilely attend , Like whom thou long retainst not any fashion , But with the world vncertainely doost wend , Which as a poste , doth vp and downe thee send ; Without prophane tongs , thou could'st neuer rise , Nor be vpholden , were it not with lies . In euery corner prying like a theefe , And through each cranny subtilely doost creepe , Apt to report , and easie of beleefe : What 's he whose counsell thou didst euer keepe , That into clossets sawcily darste peepe● Telling for truth , what thou canst but suppose , And that divulging , thou shouldst not disclose . With extreame toile and labour thou art sought , The way is danger leadeth to thy Cell , Onely with blood thy fauour must be bought , And who would haue thee , fetcheth thee from hell , Where thou impalde with fire and sword dost dwell , And when thou art in all this perill found , What art thou ? onely but a tinckling sound . Such as the world holds ( of all other ) base , And of the rest reproachfully doth scorne , That amongst men sit in the seruilst place , These be the creatures which thou doost subborne , Those waite on fame , whose weedes be neerely worne , Yet these poore wretches come not vnto thee , Vnlesse preferrde and dignifide by mee . Thy trumpe such men supposed to aduance , Is but as those fantastically deeme , Whom folly , youth , or vanity intrance , Onely to sound sufficing but to seeme , ( Which the wise sort a dotage but esteeme ; ) And with this toy the humerous abusing , Their wilfull error , and thy fault excusing . Except in perill thou doost not appeare , And yet not then , but with intreates and wooing . Flying oft times when thou art very neare At hand , diminishd and augmented going , On slightest things the greatest cost bestowing ; In promising their losses to repaire , When the performance is but onely ayre . On balefull hearses as the fittest grounds , ( Written with blood ) thy sad memorialls lie , Whose letters are immedicable wounds , Onely fit obiects for the weeping eye , And from the dust thou worth doost only try ; And what sometime thou falsly didst depraue , Thou doost acknowledge onely in the graue . The mighty Orbe is witnesse of my power , And how I raigne with the eternall fates , With whom I sit in councell euery howre , On th' alterations of the times and states , Them setting downe their changes and their dates , In fore-apointing euery thing to come , Vntill the great and vniuersall doome . The starres to me an euerlasting booke , In that eternall register the skie , Whose mighty volumes I do ouer-looke , Still turning o're the leaues of destinie ; which man I to inuiolate , denie , And his fraile will imperiously controle , By such strong clauses as I there enrole . Predestination giuing me a being , whose depth mans wit could neuer throughly sound , Into those secrets haue I onely seeing , wherein wise Reason doth herselfe confound , Searching where doubts do more and more abound ; where sacred texts vnlocke the way to mee , To lighten those that will my glory see . What names old Poets to their gods did giue , were ouely figures to expresse my might , To shew the vertues that in medo liue , And my great power in this all-moouing wight , And all their altars vnto me were dight ; Vp alterations euermore did bring , Matter whereon , continually they sing . Still most vncertaine varying in my course , Yet in all changes aime one certaine end , Crossing mans fore-cast ( he may know my force ) Still foe to none , to none a perfect friend , To him least thought of , soonest I do send ; That all should finde I worthily bestow , Nor reasonvrge , but that I hold it so . Forth of my lap I powre aboundant blisse , All good proceedes from my all-giuing hand , By me , man happy or vnhappy is ; For whom I sticke , or whom I doe with stand , And it is I am friendships onely band ; And vpon which , all greedily take hold , Which being broke , loue suddainely growes cold . Pawsing , she frownes , when suddainely withall , A fearefull noise ariseth from the stood , As when a tempest furiously doth fall , within the thicke waste of some antient wood , That in amazement euery mortall stoode ; As though her words such powerfulnesse did beare , That euery thing her minaces did feare . When fame yet smiling , mildely thus replies , Alas quoth she , what labor thou hast lost , what wond'rous mists thou casts before our eyes ? Yet will the gaine not countervaile the cost ; what wouldst thou say if thou hadst cause to boast , which sett'st thy state forth in such wond'rous sort , Which but thy selfe , none euer could report● A thing constrained onely by euent , Breeding in some a transitory terror ; A , what men will , that comes by accident , And onely named to excuse their error . What then is Fortune ? or who doth preferre her ? Or who to thee so foolish is to leane , Which weake tradition onely doth maintain ? A toy whereon the doting world doth dreame , Soothed by that vncertaine obseruation Of all attempts , that being the extreame , Fastneth thereby on weake imagination ; Yet notwithstanding all this vsurpation , Vnto thy selfe art incidently loathing Most , when thou woldst be , that art rightly nothing . That slightly by insinuating thus , And vnder so allowable pretence , Closely incroacheth on mans Genius , In good and euill taking refidence , And hauing got some small preheminence , Vnto thy selfe a being that wouldst frame , Findes in conclusion only but a name . Those ignorant which made a god of Nature , And Natures God diuinely neuer knew , Were those to Fortune did direct a stature , From whom thy worship ignorantly grew , Which being adored foolishly by few , Grounded thy looser and vncertaine lawes , Vpon so weake and indigent a cause . First , stouth did beare thee in her sleepy cell , And thee with ease dishonourably fed , Deliuering thee with Cowardice to dwell , Which with base thoughts continually thee bred . By superstition idely being led : A lewd imposture after did thee make , Whom for a goddesse fooles doe onely take . And as thy followers , nothing doost forecast . And as thou arte improuident , as light ; And this the chiefest property thou hast , That against vertue thou bendst all thy might , With whom thou wagest a continuall fight ; The yeelding spirite in fetters thou doost binde , But weake and slauish to the constant minde . Such is thy froward and malignant kinde , That thou doost all things crossely in despight , Thou art inamored of a barbarous hinde , Whome thou doost make thy onely fauorite , None but the base in basenesse doth delight ; For wert thou heauenly ; thou in loue wouldst bee , with that which neerest doth resemble thee . But I alone the herauld am of heauen , Whose spacious kingdome shetcheth farre and wide , To euery coast as swift as lightning driuen , And on the sunne-beames gloriously I ride ; Now mount I vp , now downe againe I slide : I register the worlds eternall howres , That know the hid will of th' immortall powres . Men to the starres , me guiding them , do clime , That all dimensions perfectly expresse , And I alone the vanquisher of time , Bearing that sweere that cures deaths bitternesse , That doe all labour plentifully blesse , That all obstruse profundities impart , Leading man through the tedious wayes of Arte. My pallace placed betwixt earth and skies , Which many a Tower ambitiously vpheares , Whereof the windowes are composde of eies , The walles as strongly edifide of eares , where euery thing in heauen and earth appeares , Nothing so softly whispered in the round , But through my pallace presently doth sound . And vnder-foote floor'd all about with drummes , The rafters trumpets admirably cleere , Sounding alowde each name that thither comes , The crannies tongues , and talking euery where , And all things past doe in remembrance beare : The doores vnlocke with euery little breath , And open wide with euery word man saith . And throwout hung with armes & conquer'd spoiles , The postes whereon the goodly roofe doth stand , Are Pillars grauen with Herculian toiles , Th' atchieuements great of many a warrelike hand , Both in the christen'd and in heathen land ; Done by those Nobles that are most renown'd , Which there by me immortally are crown'd . Here in the bodies likenes whilst it liues , Appeare the thoughts proceeding from the minde , To which the place a glorious habite giues , When vnto me they freely are resignde , To be preseru'd there , by my power refinde ; That when the body by plae death doth perish , Then doth this place the minds true Image cherish . My beautie neuer Fades , but as new borne , As yeares increase , so euer waxing yong , My strength is not diminished , nor worne , What weakeneth all things , makes me onely strong , Nor am I subiect vnto worldly wrong , The rape of time I carelesly defie , Nor am I awde by all his tyrannie . The brow of heauen my monuments containe , which is the mighty register of Fame , which there in firie characters remaine , The gorgeous seeling of th' immortall frame , The Constellations publishing my name where my memorialls euermore abide , In those pure bodies highly glorifide . F 〈…〉 hauing ended , Fortune next beganne , Further to vrge what she before had said , when ( loe quoth she ) duke Robert is the man , which as my prisners I in bondes do leade , For whome thou comst against me heere to pleade , Whome I alone deprined of his crowne , Who can raise him that Fortune will haue downe ? A fitter instance ( Fame replying ) none , Then is Duke Robert , Fortune do thy worst , Greater to man thy might was neuer showne , Doing on him what euer Fortune durst ; And since thy turne allotted thee the first , Proceede ; see which the Norman Duke shall haue , Whether that Fame , or Fortune and the graue . Quoth Fortune then , I found th' vnstedfast starre , Whose lucklesse working limited his fate , That mark'd his sad natiuitie with warre , And brothers most vnnaturall debate , Publique sedition and with priuate hate , And on that good his father him begunne , Grounded the wracke and downe fal of this sonne . What bounteous nature franckly did bestow , Wherein her best she strained her to trie , Thereby , himselfe I made him ouerthrow , Aboue you both so powerfull am I ; His breast to all so openly did lie , Iudg'd from his fashion differing so farre , For peace too milde , too mercifull for warre . And yet the courage that he did inherit , And from the greatnesse of his blood did take , Though shrowded in so peaceable a spirit , When now his wrong so roughly did awake , Forthwith such furie violently brake , As made the world impartially to see , All humane actions managed by mee . That till reuenge was wholly him bere●t , Opposde against so absolute a powre , And him to leane on nothing being left , when danger most him threatned to deuoure , Vnto the period of the vtmost howre ; Him flattering still with promise of my loue , Did make him all extreamities to proue . That whilst his father with the Norman sword , On fruitfull England prosprous entrance made , I cast the proiect that this youthfull Lord , In the meane time should Normandie inuade ; And with as prou'd and powerfull a blade , Him I perswaded ( constantly by this ) To make his owne yet doubtfull to be his . That Robert daily in disgrace might runne , As still the Conqueror towards his end did grow , who well in yeeres , thus vexed by his sonne , which now his will so openly did show ; His state deuised wisely to bestow , For his owne safety that his daies to close . He might himselfe more quietly repose . And that lest time might coole his weakned blood , This lucklesse warre by lingring I supplide , That whilst Duke Robert iustly censured stood , Vnder the weight of his vnnaturall pride ; In heate of all , this Conqueror William dide , Setting young Rufus on th' vnrightfull throne , Leauing h 〈…〉 strugling for his owne . Which in small time so many mischiefes bred , As sundry plagues on Williams of-springs sent , Attaining to so violent a head , which pollicie not after could preuent ; when to destruction all things head-long went , And in the end , as consumating all , Was Roberts irrecouerable fall . When none could prosprous Nonmandie disswade , From sending ensignes to the English field , Brother opposde the brother to inuade , Sword against sword , shield menaced to shield , whose equall worth to other scorne to yield ; One arme a front , the others furious stroke , Scepter with septer violently broke . These sundry soiles , in both of which was sowne , By so approu'd and fortunate a hand , The seede to both might prosprously haue growne , By their 〈◊〉 in a mutuall band ; Now when these Princes opposite do stand ; what them should foster , greater wounds them lent , Then the prowd'st powre that Europe could haue sent . Hauing my selfe wonne William in his life , This conquered Realme to Rufus that did giue , Getting by strength what he did leaue in strife , Those to molest that after him should liue ; In this aduantage cunningly I driue , T' afflict his issue with a generall ill , Yet th' extreame in Robert to fulfill . As when stowt Odo ( that with William held , Daily prickt forward by prowd Lanfrancks spight , Both powerfull Prelates rigorously compeld , Rufus to leaue abetting Roberts right , Drawing both Mortaines and Mongomeries might , Mangling the I le with many a greeuous scarre , Scarcely yet cured of the former warre . That being set in so direct a way , Strong friends at hand his enterprize to becke , Ready before him when his entrance lay , Of all supplide that he did lately lacke , Him I perswade the remedy to slacke , Stopping the course which he did lately runne , All to vndoe that he had euer done . Thus did I stirre vp that vnkindely rage , That did so farre preuaile vpon his blood , And at my pleasure did againe asswage , When now this heate in sted might him haue stood ; Thus with his humour altred I my mood , That first by Armes his vigor he might lose , Which then laid down gaue strength vnto his foes . That by concluding this vntimely peace , I might thereby a lingring warre beginne , That whil'st these tumults did a little cease , Craft more aduantage cunningly might winne ; Thus let I treason secretly in , Giuing deceitfull Pollicie the kay , To the faire closet where his councells lay , Thus reconciling outwardly a friend , I drew an inward and a dangerous foe , That all his wit ambitiously did lend , To clothe his treasons in a vertuous show ; Which were contriued ●so currantly to goe , That secret mallice strengthned more and more , Lastly , should proue more dangerous then before . And now poore Fame , my power to thee addrest , And thee mine onely instrument I made , That whilst these brothers at this passe do rest , Him to the warres I wonne thee to perswade , With those that now were going to inuade , With great Duke Godfrey pressing for his bands , From Pagans power t'regaine the holy lands . His youthfull humour finely thus I feed , The meane most fit to draw him forth abroad , When now at home his presence most should neede , In forraine lands to fasten his aboad , Him in this order onely I bestow'd ; That William dying , Robert being gone , Henry might seate him on his brothers throne . So sweete the sounds of these aduent'rous Armes , And euery sence so strougly they do binde , That he hath now no feeling of his harmes , So farre away transported is his minde , Declaring well the greatnesse of his kinde ; That him so high and forcibly doth beare , As when most cause , he least his ill doth feare . Him hauing throwne into eternall thrall , Wisely fore-casting how the same should bee , When euery thing made fit vnto his fall , Which none could hinder , though the most fore-see , For which I made an instrument of thee ; For where destruction sadly I pretend , Mischiefe like lines , all to their centre bend . He gone , and William yeelded vp the breath , The younger Henry couetous of raigne , Offered so fairely by his brothers death , whilst Robert doth in Palestine remaine , And now a Kingdome easily might gaine ; what by his power and science to perswade , Himselfe a Monarch absolutely made . Whilst this great Duke imbraced is by thee , which thou as thine doost absolutely claime , Finding meere shadowes onely missing mee , And idle Castles in the ayre doth frame ; Lot , such a mighty Monarchesse is Fame , That what she giues , so easie is to beare , As none therefore needes violence to feare . Vntill returning from those holy warres , So highly honored with the Pagans flight , From forraigne battells vnto ciuill ●arres , And getting others for his owne to fight , Inforc'd to vse the vtmost of his might ; with that rich sword in Pagan blood imbru'd , Himselfe to saue by his owne friends pursu'd . When wanting summes , the sinewes of his force , which his great courage quickly comes to finde , Euen in the high speede of his forward course , So skilfully I mannaged his minde , That I a way out readily did finde ; To his destruction , Henry to supply , His future safetie happily to buy . Him by all waies to amity to winne , Not fully yet establish'd as he would , Hauing thus farre already gotten in , Setting himselfe substantially to hold , By the francke offers of bewitching gold ; The yearely tribute from his Crowne to rise , Which might all former iniuries suffice . Which entertaind by confident beleefe , By which to passe his purposes were brought , Not yet suspitious of this secret theefe , By which he soone and cunningly was caught ; Of which the least when princely Robert thought , Euen in a moment did annoy him more , Then all their powre could euer do before . Which to this great Lord vtterly vnknowne , Not vnderstanding , easily could not flie , Into his way that subtilly was throwne , which to auoide , Duke Robert look'd too hie , Into good minds fraud doth the soonest prie ; whose pliant nature I securely chose , To worke what forme it pleasde me to dispose . This fatall tribute cutting off the claime , A lawfull Prince to Englands Empire laid , His former right doth altogether maime , As they agreed yeerely to be paid ; Thereon relying after being staid , As from a fountaine plenteously did spring , The efficient cause of Roberts ruining . Whenas his friends so well to him that meant , And for this day did wholly them prepare , Seeing him thus their purpose to preuent , And how thereby t' was like with him to fare ; Now vpon Henry bended all their care , Giuing their power their peace with him to make , Gathered at first the Norman part to take . And I by whom yet euery thing had beene , Since Norman William conquest heere begunne , To shew my selfe the worlds emperious Queene , Direct my course against his eldest sonne , Things falling out disastrously to runne , On Englands part gainst Normandie to stand , Conquerd but lately by the Norman hand . The conquest William made vpon this I le , When Norman blood the Englishmen did tame , That natiue now enriched with her stile , Turnde with reuenge to captiuate the same , As backe descending whence it lately came , As Norman power did English thrall prouoke , That Norman neckes should beare the English yoke . For which , being vp , and fallne to open Armes , Such mortall hate betweene them daily growes , And pressing in where deadly perill swarmes , The angry brothers dealing furious blowes , Backe to regaine what they before did loose , Either to quit him of the others thrall , Either to rise , or euermore to fail . Him on whome late in Palestine I smilde , Returnde from Fraunce now dreadfully I frowne , Being calld home that chiefly is exilde , And in his kingdome onely leaues his crowne , Him in the deluge of mischance to drowne : Lastly , himselfe contemptfully doth lose , Leauing his realme to his iniurious foes . Which home to England prisner doe him bring , Left as a spoile and prey vnto his owne , Become her captiue should haue bin her king , Such was the lot vpon his life was throwne , Where he remaining in continuall mone , Prescrib'd to one poore solitarie place , Whose lawfull bounds the ocean did embrace , Could humane knowledge comprehend my hate , Or reason sound the depth of things diuine , The world amazed at Duke Roberts state , Might thinke no might to be comparde with mine , And all the chaunces vnto me resigne , In Roberts fall apparantly to see , Amongst the starres the strength that rests in mee . That sword vpon him which resumes such powre , Yet is too weake to consumate his daies , Time , whose swift course doth euery thing deuoure , In his most neede , prolongs him with delaies , Whilst he his brothers tyrannie obeies , That he in life a thousand deaths might die , In euery course so forcible am I. And whilst in such extreamity he lies , Depriude of all comfort but the blessed light , Yet t' was not this that could my rage suffice , But to abridge that , rob him of his sight , To sute his daies directly with the night ; That , that to all men lastly which should be , Due to the wretchedst , him denide by me . That Robert so infortunately blinde , No outward obiect night dispearse his care , The better to illuminate his minde , To see his sorrowes throughly what they are , To do so much vnto this Prince I dare , That being depriu'd of that which was the chiefe , Did of the other amplifie the griefe . And when bereaued of his nightly rest , With the remembrance of so great a wrong , Fastning so deepely on his pensiue breast , His heart the while that violently stung , Nature in him doth shew herselfe so strong ; That griefe , which many doth of life depriue , Seemes to preserue and keeps him still aliue . Him I denide his enemy to kill , Nor by his owne hand wretchedly to die , That life vnto him should be loathsome still , And that death from him euermore should flie , Making them both to him an enemie ; Willing to die by life , him double killing , Vrged to liue , twice dying he vnwilling , So many yeares as he hath worne a Crowne , So many yeares as he hath hopde to rise , So many yeares vpon him did I frowne , So many yeares he liues without his eyes , So many yeares in dying e're he dies , So many yeares shut vp in prison strong , Sorrow doth make the shortest time seeme long . Thus sway I in the course of earthly things , That time might worke him euerlasting spight , To shew how I can tyrannize on Kings , And in the fall of great ones do delight , In fined things my working infinite ; All worldly changes at my will disposed , For that in me all wonder is inclosed . At Fortunes speech amazed whilst they stand , And Fame herselfe yet wondreth at his woe , When from Duke Robert Fortune takes her hand , Whose misery she thus had let them know ; When now to answer her dispightfull foe , Fame from deepe silence seeming to awake , Thus for her Client modestly bespake . Quoth she , returning from renowned Rome , Seeking my selfe in Europe to aduance , To winne her Princes to regaine the tombe , Which had beene lost by her misgouernance , Calling to England , Germany and France ( At length ) perswaded happily by me , From Pagan hands faire Palestine to free . That holy hermite long that did bemone This their so great and euident a losse , With famous Godfrey forwards that was gone , Bearing the banner of the bloody Crosse . Now whilst in so faire forwardnes it was , And euery care attentiue now did stand , To this great buisnes onely then in hand . Thither did all the noblest spirites resort , Which I that time successefully did bring , Allured by the confident report That from so great an enterprise did spring . T'aduenture in so popular a thing ; And no man deemed worthy to be mine , That was not forward in this great designe . Where now this duke the Conqu'rors eldest sonne , Which with his birthright Normandie did wrest , When of what else his noble father wonne , His brother Rufus strongly was possest ; Which whilst he striueth from his hands to rest , This great attempt now gloriously broke forth , Which was by me divulged through the north . Which hauing got free entrance to his care , Such entertainement happily did finde , As no perswasion suffreth to be there , From this high purpose to diuert his minde , And being so religiously inclinde , woo'd with this offer fitly doth prepare Himselfe to furnish to this great affaire . That kingdome he dooth carelesly neglect , His brother Rufus wrongfully doth keepe , And onely that doth constantly respect , where he once in his sepulchre did sleepe , At whose deere death the very rockes did weepe , His crown of gold this christian Prince doth scorn , So much he lou'd him that was crownd with thorne . The want that him did grieuously oppresse , Of those great summes in leuying power were spent , Himselfe againe of England to possesse , Much hindreth his religious intent , Yet could not this his purpose so preuent , Although a while it seemd delay to make , Of that which he did brauely vndertake . Wherefore this noble and high spirited Lord . whilst now his buisnes standeth at this stay , And since his state no better could afford , In gage to Henry Normandie doth lay , Prouiding first his souldiers how to pay , Rather himselfe chose kingdomlesse to leaue , His countries hopes then basely to deceaue . To his victorious ensigne comes from farre , Th'inlled Red-shanks toucht with no remorse , The light-foote Irish that with darts do warre , The Scot so much delighting in his horse , The English Archer of a Lions force , The valiant Norman most his troupes among , With the braue Britton wonderfully strong . Remote from comfort in this colder clime , To other Countries kindely doth you bring , ( And wisely teach you to redeeme the time , Whence your eternall memory might spring ) Vnto the place whereas the heauenly King . Your deare redemption happily beganne , Liuing on earth , which was both God and man . Poore Ilanders which in the Oceans chaine , Too long imprisoned from the cheerefull day , Your warlike leader brings you to the maine , Which to my Court doth shew the open way , And his victorious hand becomes the key ; Vnto so high aduentures that you beares , Glory to you , and honour to your heires . And doth thereto so zealously proceede , As those faire lockes his temples that adorne , Vntill the great Ierusalem were freed , He made a vow should neuer more be shorne , Which since they so religiously were worne ; In euery eye did beautifie him more , Then did the Crowne of Normandie before . Whilst he still on his vpright course doth hold , As we the sequell briefely shall relate , Bearing himselfe ( as worthily he could ) And best became his dignitie and state , Teaching how his themselues should moderate , Not following life , so with his chance content , Nor flying death , so truly valient . So did he all his faculties bestow , That euery thing exactly might be done , That due fore-sight before the act might goe , Others grosse errors happily to shunne , Wisely to finish well that was begunne ; Iustly directed in the course of things , By the straight rule from sound experience springs . Idle regards of greatnes that did scorne , Carelesse of pompe , magnificent to bee , That man reputing to be noblest borne , That was the most magnanimous and free , In honor so impartiall was hee , Esteeming titles meritlesse and nought , Vnlesse with danger absolutely bought . Giuing the souldier comfortable words , And oft imbalmes his well-receiued wound , To him that needed maintenance affords , To braue attempts encouraging the sound , Neuer dismaide in any perrill found , His Tent a seate of iudgement to the greeu'd , And as a Court to those should be releeu'd . So perfect was that rarifying fire , That did compose and rectifie his minde , Vnto that place that raised his desire , Aboue the vsuall compasse of his kinde , And from the world so cleerely him refinde , As him did wholy consecrate to glorie , A subiect fit whereon to build a storie . Who in ambassage to the Emperour sent , Passing along through Macedon and Thrace , Neuer did sleepe but onely in his tent , Till he reviewd that famous Godfreis face , Nor till hee came vnto that halowed place , Ne're did repose his bodie in a bed , Such were the cares possess his troubled head . O wherefore then great singer of thy daies , Renowned Tasso in thy noble storie , Shouldst thou be tax'd as partiall in his praise , And yet so much shouldst set forth others glorie ? Me thinkes for this thou shouldst be inly sorie , That thou shouldst leaue another to recite , That which so much thou didst neglect to write . There was not found in all the christian hoste , Any than he more forward to the field , Nor their battallions could another boast , To beare himselfe more brauely with his shield , So well his armes this noble Duke could wield , As such a one he properly should be , That● I did meane to consecrate to me . Of so approoued and deliuer force , Charging his launce or brandishing his blade , Whether on foote , or managing his horse , That open passage through the ranckes he made , At all assaies so happy to inuade , That were he absent in the charge or chase , It was supposde the day did loose the grace . In doubtfull fights where danger soon'st did fall , He would be present euer by his will , And where the Christians for supplies did call , Thither through perill Robert pressed still , To help by valour , or relieue by skill ; To euery place so prouidently seeing , As power in him had absolutely being . When in the morne his Courser he bestrid , He seemd composde essentially of fire , But from the field he euer drowping rid , As he were vanquisht onely to retire , Neerest his rest , the furth'st from his desire , And in the spoiles his souldiers share the crownes , They rich in golde , he only rich in wounds . And when the faire Ierusalem was wonne , And king thereof they gladly him would make , All worldly titles he so much doth shunne , As he refusde the charge on him to take , One the vaine world that cleerely did forsake , So farre it was from his religious minde , To mixe things vile with those of heauenly kinde . No triumph did his victories adorne , But his high praise for sinfull man that dide , Nor other marke of victory is worne , But that red Crosse to tell him crucifide , All other glories that himselfe denide : A holy life so willingly he leades , In dealing almes , and bidding of his beades . Thus a poore Pilgrime he returnes againe , For glittring armes in Palmers homely gray , Leauing his Lords to leade his warrelike traine , Whilst he alone comes sadly on the way , Dealing abroad his lately purchasde pray ; An aged staffe his carefull hand doth hold , That with a launce his heathen foe controlde . But now to end this long continued strife , Henceforth thy mallice takes no further place , The hate thou bar'st him ended with his life , By thee his spirite can suffer no disgrace , Now in mine armes his vertues I embrace , His body thine , his crosses witnes bee , But mine his minde , that from thy powre is free . Thou gau'st vp rule when he gaue vp his breath , And where thou end'st , eu'n there did I beginne , Thy strength was buried in his timelesse death , when as thy Conquerour lastly came I in , That all thou gotst from thee againe did winne ; To whom thy right thou wholy didst resigne , That all thou hadst was absolutely mine . To the base world then Fortune get thee backe , The same with drery tragedies to fill , There by thy power bring all things vnto wracke , And on weake mortalles onely worke thy will , And since so much thou doost delight in ill , Heare his complaint , who wanting eies to see , May giue thee sight , which arte as blinde as hee . At her great words amazed whilst they stand , The Prince which looked dreadfully and grimme , Bearing his eies in his distressefull hand , Whose places stoode with blood vnto the brimme , In the great anguish shaking euery limme ; After deepe sighes and lamentable throwes , Thus gan at length to vtter forth his woes . Saith he , farewell , the lights are now put out , And where they were , is buried all my ioy , That are with darkenes compassed about , Which tiranny did wilfully destroy , To breed my more perpetuall annoy , That euen that sense I onely might forgoe ; That could alone giue comfort to my woe . You which beheld faire Palestine restorde , And from prophane hands of the Pagans freed , The Sepulchre of that most gratious Lord , And seen the mount where his deere wounds did bleed That with these sights my zealous soule did feede ; Sith from your functions night doth you disseuer , Seclude me now from worldly ioyes for euer . They sawe no Sunne , nor did they view the day , Except a candle , they beheld no light , Strong walles before those blessings kept away , What could be feard ' ? they could not hurt the night , For then teares wholy hindred them of sight ; O then from whence should Henries hate arise , Though I sawe nothing that I should haue eies ? The wretchedst thing the most despisedst beast , Enioyes that sence as generally as wee , The very Gnat , or what than that is least , Of sight by nature kindely is made free , What thing hath mouth to feede , but eies to see , O that a tyrant then should me deprane , Of that which else all liuing creatures haue : Whilst yet the light did mittigate my moane , Teares found a meane to sound my sorrowes deepe , But now ay me , that comfort being gone , By wanting eies wherewith I erst did weepe , My cares alas concealed I must keepe ; O God , that blindenesse stealing my delight , Should aboue all things giue my sorrow sight Where sometime stoode the beauties of this face , Those lampes once lighted with the vestall flame , Is now a dungeon , a distressed place , A harbour fit for infamy and shame , Which but with horrour none can scarcely name ; Out of whose darke grates misery and griefe , Starued for vengeance , daily beg reliefe . The day abhorres me , and me still doth flie , Night still me followes , yet too long doth stay , This neuer comes though it be euer nie , And this in comming vanisheth away , What now me booteth either night or day ; All 's one , stil day , or be it euer night , Sith one to me the darkenesse and the light . You wherewith once my comforts I did view , Th' alcouering heauen and glory that it beares , No more the same shall e're be seene of you , That happy sight that euery mortall cheares , No more to me for euer nowe appeares ; Betake you selues vnto your darkesome cell , And bid the world eternally farewell . His speech thus ending , Fortune discontent , Turning herselfe as she away would flie , Playing with babes and fooles incontinent , As neuer tutch'd with humane miserie , As what she was herselfe to verifie ; And strait forgetting what she had to tell , To other speech and girl●sh laughter fell . When gracefull Fame conueying thence her charge , With all these troupes that did to her resort , Gaue me this booke , wherein was writ at large , His life set out in admirable sort , T' amaze the world with this so true report , But Fortune angry with her foe therefore , Gaue me this gift , that I should still be pore . FINIS .
The Legend of Matilda IF yet a Muse there happily remaine , That is by truth so diligently taught , As vninstructed wantonly to faine , Declareth but what modestlie she ought ; If this be such which I so long haue sought , I craue by her my life may be reuealde , By blacke obliuion enuiously concealde . Oh if such fauour I might hope to finde , Heere in this world yet once to liue agen , As I yet lastly might expresse my minde , By the endeuour of a powrefull pen , In all my sorrowes happy were I then ; Three hundreth yeares by all men ouer-past , Finding one friend to pitty me at last . O you of him so happily elect , Whom I intreat to prosecute my story , Lady most deere , most worthy all respect , The worlds best jewell , and your sexes glory , It shall suffice me , be Idea sory , Reading my Legend sadly in his verse , Which now alone must serue me for a her●● . 〈◊〉 you the patterne by whose perfect view , Like your faire selfe he wisely may me make , For sure aliue none fitter is then you , Whose forme vnspotted chastitie may take , Be you propitious , for whose onely sake For me I know hee 'le gladly do his best , So you and I may equally be blest . Bright Rosamond so highly that is graced , Inroled in the register of same , That in our saincted kalender is placed , By him who striues to stellifie her name ; Yet will the modest say she was too blame , Though full of state and pleasing be his rime , Yet can his skill not expiate her crime . The wife of Shore winnes generall applause , Finding a pen laborious in her praise , ●lstr●d reuiu'd to pleade her pittied cause , After the enuie of so many daies , Happie 's the man their glories high'st can raise ; Thus the loose wanton liked is of many , Vice shall finde friends , but vertue seldome any . To vaunt of my Nobilitie were vaine , Which were I know , not bettered by the best , Nor should beseeme an honourable straine , And me a maiden fits not of the rest , Nor worldly titles fondly will suggest ; A vertuous life I meane to boast alone , Our birth our syres , our vertues be our owne : T' is shame to fetch our long descent from Kings , If from the gods deriued thou shouldst be , The old atchieuements of those wondrous things , Which thou thy selfe then liuedst not to see , What be their acts materiall vnto thee ? Staining that blood and honour that was theirs , Which could not leaue their vertues to their heires . Heauen powr'd downe more abundance on my birth , Then it before had vsually bestow'd , And was in me so bountifull to earth , As though the fulnesse meaning to haue show'd , On me it so immeasurably flow'd , That such a shape with such a spirit inspir'd , Did of the wisest make me most desir'd . Vpon my brow sate Beautie in her pride , Vnto the world as ministring her law , And vnto all such riches did diuide , As vnto her all generally did draw ; And yet mine eye did keepe them so in awe , As that which onely could true vertues measure , Ordainde by Nature to preserue her treasure . My carrige such as might content the wise , My speech such comely decen●●e retaine , As of the yonger was not deemde precise , Nor of the aged was accounted vaine ; So well instructed to obserue the meane , So well compact , and natiue was each good , That did coher● with temper of my blood . Nature in me did such perfections vary , As that the least allow'd not of compare , And yet so well did teach me them to carry , That then themselues did make them seeme more rare , As in my portion suffering none to share , In her faire grace by placing me so hie , That there should sit the darling of the skie . When Fame beganne my beauty first to blaze , That soone became too lauish of the same , Hauing her trumpet laden with my praise , That euery place was filled with my name , For which report thou too much wert too blame ; But vnto thee is beautie subiect still , Which I may say , is causer of our ill . This jealous monster hath a thousand eyes , Her ayrie body hath as many wings , Now about earth , now vp to heauen she flies , And heere and there with euery breath she flings , Euen from the deepe her messages she brings , Nothing so secret but to her appeareth , As apt to credite euery thing she heareth . And Princes eares as open to report , As skill in blazing beauty to a King , Subiect vnto the censure of the Court , From whence Fame carries , thither she doth bring , And which soeuer she doth lowdly ring , Thither ah me vnhappily she brought , Where I my barre vnfortunately caught . There stood my beautie boldly for the prize , Where the most cleere and perfectst iudgements be , And of the same the most iudiciall eyes , Did giue the gole impartially to me ; So did I stand vnparaleld and free , And like a comet in the euenings skie , Strooke with amazement euery wondring eye . This t' was possest the breast of princely Iohn , This on his hart-strings endlesse musicke made , This wholy wonne him vnto it alone , And fully did his faculties inuade , From which not reason euer could disswade ; This taught his eyes their due attendance still , Holding the reines which rulde his princely will . When yet my father fortunate in Court , And by his blood ranck'd equall with the best , Hauing his quicke eare touch'd with this report , Which yet the newes but hardly could digest , And on my youth his onely care did rest ; Straitly pursues it by those secret spies , As still in Courts attend on Princes eyes . And he thus while who seemed but to sleepe , Till he the Princes purposes could sound , And to himselfe yet secretly did keepe , What he but late had prouidently found ; So well that wise Lord could conceale his wound , That well fore-saw how daugerous it would proue , To crosse the course of his impatient loue . When hauing found how violent a flame , Vnbrideled will had kindled in the King , If on the suddaine he should stop the same , A greater inconuenience might bring , Which being knowne so dangerous a thing , Me doth bethinke him fittest to perswade , E're for my safety further means he made . Deare girle quoth he , thou seest who doth await , T' intrap that beautie bred to be thy foe , Being so faire and delicate a bait , Tempting all eyes themselues there to bestow , Whose power the King is taught too soone to know ; Of his desire that what the end may bee , Thy youth may feare my knowledge doth fore-see . And for thou liuest publiquely in Court , Whose priuiledge doth euery meane protect , Where the ensample of the greatest sort , Doth more then opportunitie effect , None thriuing there that dwell vpon respect , Being a lottery where but few do winne , Falshood th' aduenture , and the prize but sinne . Subt'ly opposing to thy longing sight , What may to pleasure possibly prouoke , And fitly fashioned vnto thy delight , That with the grauest strikes too great a stroke , Hauing withall emperious power thy cloke ; With such strong reasons on her part propounded , As may leaue vertue seemingly confounded . Many the waies inducing to thy fall , And to thy safety none is left to guide thee , And when thy danger greatest is of all , Euen then thy succour soonest is denide thee : So sundry meanes from vertue to diuide thee , Hauing with all mortalitie about thee , Frailty with in , temptation set without thee . The leachers tongue is neuer voide of guile , Nor wants he teares when he would winne his pray , The subtilst tempter hath the smoothest stile , Sirens sing sweetely when they would betray , Lust of it selfe had neuer any stay , Nor to containe it bounds could haue deuisde , That when most fild , is least of all suffisde . With euery meane and maiestie is fraught , That all things hath contained in his power , And who wil conquer , leaues no meane vnsaught , Soft golden drops did pierce the brazen Tower , Watching th' aduantage of each passing hower , Time offering still each howre to doe amisse , Thy banefull poison spiced with thy blisse . And when this heady and vnseasned rage , Which in his blood doth violently raigne , Time , that the heate shall peceably asswage , Shall shew the more apparently thy staine , Which vnto ages euer shall remaine ; Sinne in a chaine leades on her sister shame , And both in gyues fast fettered to defame . Kings vse their loues as garments they haue worne , Or as the meate whereon they fully fed , The Saint once gone , who doth the shrine adorne ? Or what is Nectar carelesly if shed , what Princes wealth redeemes thy maidenhead , which should be held as pretious as thy breath , whose desolution consumates thy death . The stately Eagle on his height dooth stand , And from the maine the fearefull fowle doth smite , Yet scornes to tuch it lying on the land , When he hath felt the sweete of his delight , But leaues the same a prey to euery kite ; With much we surffet , plenty makes vs poore , The wretched Indian spurnes the golden ore . When now he points the periode with a teare , which in my bosome made so great a breach , As euery precept firmely fixed there , And still his councel vnto me did preach , A father so effectually should teach , That then his words I after euer found , Written on so immaculate a ground . The youthfull king deluded but the while , That in his breast did beare this quenchlesse fire , Whilst flattring hope his sences doth beguile , That with fresh life still quickned his desire , And gone so farre now meant not to retire ; Thinkes if that aptly winning him but place , By loue or power to purchase him my grace . Which still deferring , found he still did faile , Nor to his minde aught ( kindely ) tooke effect . Couragiously resoluing to assaile , That other meanes doth vtterly neglect , In spite what feare could any way obiect , And finding time , not booting to be mute , Thus to me lastly did preferre his sute . Deare maide ( quoth he ) when Nature had ordained Thee to the world her workemanship to bring , All other creatures knowing she had stained , By so diuine and excellent a thing , Onely therefore to gratifie a King , Seal'd thee the Charter dated at thy birth , Mirrour of heauen , the wonder of the earth . Hoord not thy beautie , heauen doth giue thee store , Pittie such treasure should lie idely dead , Which being imparted shall increase the more , And by the interest euermore be fed , To be mans comfort that was onelie bred , which of it selfe is of such power and might , As like the sunne ioyes all things with the sight . From those bright stars such streams of lightning glide As through the eies doe wound the very hart , Whose vertues may be sundrie waies applide , Hurting and healing like Achilles dart ; Such bountie Nature did to them impart , Those lampes two planets clearer then the seauen , That with their splendor light the world to heauen . Had Art such colours as could truly show , Each rare perfection rightly in his kinde , And on each one sufficiently bestowe , Vnto the glory properly assignde , Painting the beauties aptly to the minde , But O alone thy excellence is such , As words though many lessen worth so much . He is thy king , who is become thy subiect , Sometimes thy Lord now seruant to thy loue , Thy gracefull features be his onely obiect , Who for thy sake a thousand deaths durst proue , A Princes prayer should some compassion moue ; Let woolues and beares be cruell in their kindes , But women meeke and haue relenting mindes . Daine ( deare ) to looke vpon these brimfull eyes , With tides of teares continually frequented , Where hope without foode hunger-staruen lies , which to betray me trecherously consented , That for the fact being lawfully conuented , Iudgde in these waters still to haue their being , For their presumption thy perfections seeing . Sit thou commanding vnder mine estate , Hauing thy tresses honored with my Crowne , As not vnworthie of a meaner fate And make the prowd'st to tremble with a frowne , Raise whom thou wilt , cast whom it please thee downe : And be my loue renowned through this I le , With all the titles fame may thee instile . What if my Queene repining at our blisse , Thee as did Iuno Ioues faire darling keepe , Mine I 'le preserue as that great god did his , Wise Mercury lulld Argus eies to sleepe , Loue euer laughs when iealousie dooth weepe , When most she stirs , our power shal keep hir vnder , She may raise stormes , but we doe rule the thunder . Thus hauing made the entrance to his loue , Which he supposde assuredly in time , Of better tidings messenger might proue , By which he after to his ioyes might clime , And of my youth now being in the prime , Leaues me , not knowing well which way to turne me , warm'd with the fire which vnawares might burne me . Vpon my weaknes that so strongly wrought , Whilst in my breast a mutiny arose , Feare and Desire a doubtfull combate fought , As like two eager and ambitious foes , This striues to winne , the other feares to loose ; By this oft cleered , and by that accused , Flattred by that most , most which me abused . And in my selfe that well suspected treason , Knowing who watcht to haue me for his pray , And in so apt and dangerous a season , when youth and beauty bare so great a sway , And where he battery still to me might lay , who girt so strongly euery way about , well might suspect I could not long holde out . All doubts end feares cast vtterly aside , Resolu'd at last away from Court to goe , Whither it pleasde my happy starres to guide , There I my selfe determinde to bestowe , Vntill time might this passion ouer-blow , Or if at least it wrought not the extrusion , Might lend me power to help my resolution . When he whose care this while me not forsooke , That many a sweete sleepe for my safetie brake , Much that was pleased with the course I tooke , As one that truely suffred for my sake , Did his abode at Baynards Castle make , which since the Court so happly did leaue one , To his protection kindely did receiue me . Whence sorrow seemed vtterly exilde , wherein my life I long before did waste , The present time that happily beguilde , with thought of that which was alreadie past , where I was now so fortunately plac'd ; Euen as a bird escap'd the Fowlers snare , whome former danger warneth to beware . When now the King whose purposes were crossd , which this euasion subt'ly did preuent , And that the meane to which he trusted most , was that which most did frustrate his intent , Seeing his sute preposterously went , Another course bethinkes himselfe to runne , Else now as farre off , as when first begunne . Thenceforth deuising to dissolue the masse , That lay so full betwixt him and the light , That in his sute so great a hindrance was And least exspected wrought him most dispite , Finding the cause that all things went not right , Casteth forth with my father to remoue , To make the way more cleerer to his loue . When scarcely cured of that sickely qual 〈…〉 And that my hart was happily at case , But as a ship that in a gentle calme , Floates vp and downe vpon the quiet seas , By some rough gust some aduerse starre doth raise , Driuen againe into the troubled maine , wh 〈…〉 well had hopde securely to haue laine . The powrefull Prince whome I did thus reiect , Heereon in Court doth first this Peere disgrace , Thereby to giue the people to suspect , T' offend in some thing sitting neere his place , Them it ( by all meanes ) vrging to imbrace ; Which if he cleerely modeld out , that path Should giue a passage freely to his wrath . And giuing colour to his ran'ckrous hate , By such false councell as to him he drew , Cunning in all the stratagems of state , My guiltlesse father ceaselesly pursue , Whose kingly power too quickely ouerthrew Him which I hop'd me succour should haue giuen , Till from all refuge absolutely driuen . And not their cleere and intellectuall sight , Into the quarrell that did throughly looke , Nor our alies that to their vtmost might Gainst his proceeding that our partie tooke , Vnto the end that neuer me forsooke ; Could the effect of his great power preuent , To stay from Fraunce my banisht father sent . Not all his seruice to his soueraigne done , In warre as valiant as in councell sound , Which from this Prince compassion might haue won , To him that faithfull euermore was found , How deepely thou ingratitude doost wound : Sure first deuised to no other end , But to grieue those whom nothing could offend . Ay me forsaken , left vnto my foe , Thus by my fortune fro wardly betraide , Neuer poore maiden was besieged so , And all depressed that should lend me aide , Such weight the heauens vpon my birth had laide , Yet her due merite vertue neuer loseth , Gainst her faire course though heauen it selfe opposeth . Embarkt for France his sd deiected eies , Filled with teares in plentifullest store , His parting threatned by the lowring skies , Then vnder saile from sight of any shore , Feare him behinde , and sorrow him before ; Wasting withall his sad laments in vaine , To the rude waters only to complaine . When like a deere before the hounds imboste , when him his strength beginneth to forsake , Leaues the smoothe lawnes to which he trusted most , And to the couert doth it selfe betake , Doubling that creepes from brake againe to brake ; Thus still I shift me from the Princes face , which hath me now continually in chase . The coast now cleere , suspition laide to rest , And each thing fit to further his intent , which with much pleasure quieted his breast , That euery thing so prosperously went , And if the rest successefully consent , Of former ayde that being quite forsaken , He hopes the fort may easily be taken . A Princes armes are stretcht from shore to shore , Kings sleeping see with eies of other men , Craft findes a key to open euery doore , Little it bootes in walles my selfe to pen , The lambe inclosed in the lions den ; whose watchfull eies too easily descride me , And found me soonst , where ●ur'st I thought to hide me . My paths by spies are diligently noted , O're me he holdes so vigilant a watch , And on my beautie he so fondly doted , That at my lookes he enuiously did catch ; Readie that stoode attending at my ●atch , where jealous loue continually did warde , Treason my handmaide , Falshoode on my guarde . Wherefore since this so badly sorted out , He to my shifts so narrowly me draue , Another course must needesly cast about , Where safer harbor happily to haue , Since insufficient this was me to saue , His power so spatious euery way did lie , That still I stood in his ambitious eye . And feare which taught me euery way to proue , When I of many long time did debate , Me at the last it pleasde the powers to moue , To take vpon me a religious state , The holy Cloister none might violate ; Where after all these stormes I did endure , There yet at last might hope to liue secure . Wherefore to Dunmow secretly conuaide , Vnto a house that sometime was begunne , By Iuga , of our ancestry , a maide , At whose great charge this Monastry was done , In which she after did become a Nunne ; And kept her order strictly with the rest , Which in that place virginitie profest . Where I my selfe did secretly bestow , From the vaine world which I too long had tride , One whom affliction taught my selfe to know , My youth and beautie gently that did chide , And me instructing as a skilfull guide ; Printed with all such coldnesse in my blood , That it might so perpetuate my good . The King who with an enuious eye did see , His power deluded , strongly discontent , who thence his power not possibly could free , Which his sad breast doth grieuously torment ; which since that I so wilfully was bent , And he past hope now euer to enioy me , Resolues by some meanes lastly to destroy me . And he that knew one fit for such a fact , To whom he durst his secret thoughts impart , One that for him would any thing enact , And in performance wanted not his Art , That had a strong hand , a relentlesse hart ; On him the King ( in madnesse so enrag'd ) Imposde my death , himselfe thereto that gag'd . Who making haste the fatall deede to do , Thither repaires , but not as from the King , One that did well know what belong'd thereto , Nor therein needed any tutoring , But as one sent vpon some needefull thing ; with a smooth countenance and with setled browes , Obtaines to get in where I paide my vowes . Where I alone and to his tale exposde , As one to him a willing eare that lent , Aye me , too soone himselfe to me disclosde , And who it was that him vnto me sent , From point to point , relating his intent ; Which whil'st I stoode strooke dumbe with this invasion , He thus pursues me strongly with perswasion . Saith he but heare how greatly thou doost erre , Fondly to doat vpon thine owne perfection , Whenas the King thee highly will preferre , And that his power desireth thy protection ; So indiscreetly sort not thy election , To shut vp in a melancholy cell , That in the Court ordained was to dwell . How dangerous is so bountifull an offer , If thy neglect do retchlesly abuse it , who was it euer that did see a coffer , Filled with gold , and proffered did refuse it ; Greater thy fault the more thou doost excuse it , Thy selfe condemning in thine owne good hap , Refusing treasure cast into thy lap . Wrong not thy faire youth , nor the world depriue Of that great riches Nature freely lent , Pitty t' were they by niggardize should thriue , whose wealth by waxing craueth to be spent , For which thou after iustly shalt be shent ; Like to some rich churle burying his pelfe , Both to wrong others , and to starue himselfe . What is this vaine , this idle reputation , which to the shew you seemingly respect , Onely the weakenesse of imagination . which in conclusion worketh no effect ? Lesse then that , can the worshippers protect , That onely standeth vpon fading breath , And hath at once the being , and the death . A feare that grew from doting superstition , To which still weake credulitie is prone , And onely since maintained by tradition , Into our eares impertinently blowne , By follie gathered , as by error sowne ; Which vs still threatning , hindreth our desires , Yet all it shewes vs be but painted fires . Thee let it like this Monastry to leaue , Which youth and beautie iustly may forsake , Do not the Prince of those high ioyes bereaue , Which happy him eternally may make , Which sends me else thy life away to take ; For dead to him if needsly thou wilt proue , Die to thy selfe , and buried with his loue . Rage that resumde the colour of his face , Whose eye seemde as the Basalisks to kill , The horror of the solitary place , Being so fit wherein to worke his will , Each good omitted , euery present ill ; Which all doe seeme my ouerthrow to further , By feare disswaded , menaced by murther . In this so great and peremptory triall , With strong temptations grieuously afflicted , With many a yeelding , many a deniall , Oft times acquitted , oftentimes conuicted , Whilst feare before me liuely stands depicted , And at the instant by a little breath , Giues me my life , or sends me vnto death . When nowe my soule that gathred all her powres , Which in this neede might friendly giue her aide , The resolution of so manie howres , whereon herselfe she confidently staide ; ( In this distresse their helpe together laide , ) Making the state which she maintained good , Expeld the feare , vsurping on by blood . The which my tongue did modestly enlarge , From those strict limits terror it confinde , My greeued bosome sadly to discharge , And my lost spirites did liberally vnbinds ; To my cleere eyes their residence resignde , And strongly there mine honour to maintaine , Check'd his presumption with a chaste disdaine . Finding me thus inuiolably bent , He for my death that onely did abide , Hauing a poison murdring by the seent , Vnto the organ of that sense applide ; which for the same when fittest time he spide , Vnto my nosthrills forcibly did straine , Which at an instant wrought my deadly baine . With his rude tuch ( my vaile disordered then ) My face discouering , whose delitious checke Tinckted with crimson , fading soone agen , with such a sweetenes as made death euen meeke , Seeming to him , beholding it euen like Vnto a sparke extinguish'd to the eye , Breakes forth in fire e're suddainely it die . And whilst thereat amazed he doth stand , wherein he such an excellencie saw , Ruing the spoile done by his fatall hand , whom nothing else my beauty now did awe , And from his eyes would force him teares to draw ; Of which depriu'd and setled euen as dead , Greeuing for me that it had none to shed . When life retreating gently towards the hart , ( On whom cold death inuasion now did make , winning by little euery outward part ) As more and more her succours her forsake , To this last fort enforc'd her to betake , To him whom sadly yet did me behold , Thus with milde speech my greefe I did vnfold . Is this the gift the King on me bestowes , which in this sort he sends thee to present me ? I am his friend , what giues he to his foes , If this in token of his loue be sent me ? His pleasure thus , it must not discontent me ; Yet after sure a proucrhe this shall proue , The gift King Iohn bestow'd vpon his loue . When all that race to memory are set , And by their statues their atchieuements done which wonne abroad , and which at home did get . From sonne to syre , from syre vnto the sonne , Grac'd with the spoiles that gloriously they wonne ; O that of him it onely should be said , This was that King , the murtherer of a maid ! O keepe it safely from the eares of Fame , That none do heare of this vnhalowed deede , To him be secret and conceale his shame , Lest after ages hap the same to reede , And in their eyes the very letters bleede ; O let the graue my innocency hold , Ere of a King so heynous sinne be told . Vttering my minde my sorrow to asswage , The heauy burthen of my pensiue breast , The poison now that inwardly did rage , The present vigor forcibly exprest , Me no way suffering to declare the rest ; Longer for him t' was now no time to stay , And death call'd on to hasten me away . Thus in my closet being left alone . Vpon the floore vncomfortably lying , The deede committed and the murtherer gone , Almost arriued at the point of dying , Some of the sisters me by chance espying , Calls all the rest that in most wofull plight , Came to behold this miserable sight . Where like a rose by an vnkindly blast , Mongst many buds that round about it grow , The withered leaues improsp'rously doth cast . Yet all the rest their soueraigne beauties show , Amidst this goodly sisterhood euen so ; Nipt with cold death vntimely did I fade , Whilst they about me pitteous wailing made . When as my poore soule in hir suddaine flight , Neglects the organ of each severall sense , with all that horror could the same affright , Being disturbed in her parting hence , Onely constrained for her best defence , Vnto her spotlesse innocence to take her , Which her not leaues when all the rest forsake her . When all our pleasures are but childrens toyes , And as meere shadowes presently do passe , As yeares encreasing , waning are our ioyes , As we forget our fauours in a glasse , Euen as a tale of that which neuer was ; Death our delights continually doth seuer , Vertue alone abandoneth vs neuer . And now my spirit thus liberally enlargde , By gently flitting from this earthly roome , The debt to Nature faithfully dischargde , And at the howre conditiond on my toombe ; Such is the heauens ineuitable doombe , Me Baynards Castle to the earth did bring , D 〈…〉 againe my place of burying . Now scarsly was my breathlesse body cold , But euery where my tragedy was spred , For tatling Fame in euery place had told , My resolution being lately dead , Ruing my blood so prodigally shed , And to my father flies with this mischance , Which then remained in the Court of Frarce . His losse too great to be bewailde with teares , Nor were there found wordes to expresse his woe , Terror it selfe so settled in his eares , No more might enter , nothing out might goe , O while againe should griefe distract me 〈◊〉 ? Enough of sorrow is already showne , And telling his renewing of mine owne . Me t' shall suffise my fortunes to relate , And beare the burthen of my proper ill , If I expresse my pittifull estate , T is all I aske , and I obtaine my will , For whie , true sorrow needes not others skill , It is too much the bitternesse we taste , without remembrance when the same is past . Somesaie , the King repentant for this deede , whenas remorce to thoughts thereof him draue , Poorely disguised in a Pilgrimes weede , Offered his teares on my vntimely graue , For which , no doubt but heauen his sinne forgaue ; And did thereby my grieued spirite appease , H●●●●ing contrite , I happly at ease . Thus tolde my storie , I my state deuise , To you sweete Madam , fitt'st with you to r●st , which do my vertues daily exercise , That be impressed in your patient breast , By whome alone I rightliest am exprest ; For whom my praise ( it grieues me ) is too scant , Whose happie name an Epethite shall want . Then most deere Lady for a maidens sake , To shead one teare , if gently you but daine , For all my wrongs it full amends may make , And be my passe to the Elizian plaine , In your chast● eies such powre there doth remain● , As can th' afflicted prosprously deliuer , Happy be they may looke vpon them euer . FINIS .
The Legend of Pierce Gaueston . FRom gloomy shadowes of eternall night , Shut vp in darkenes where I long did dwell , O heere beholde me miserable wight , Lastly , inuokt my tragedie to tell ; Giue me then leaue my sorrowes to impart , Somewhat to ease my poore afflicted hart . Goddesse of Artes and Armes , Pallas diuine , Let thy bright fawchion lend me Cipresse bughes , Be thou assisting to this Poet of mine , With funerall wreathes incompassing his browes , Pittying my case when none would heare me weep , To tell my sorrowes , layes his owne to sleepe . And mournefulst maiden of the sacred Nine , That balefull sounds immoueably doost breathe , With thy swolne visage , and thy blubbred eine , I vnto thee my sad complaints bequeathe ; Matter that yeelds sufficient for thy glorie , If thou exactly prosecute my storie . Tell how the starres my wandring state did guide , Th' unconstant turnes of euerie changing houre , Of manie a lowe ebbe , manie as high a tide , Manie a smoothe calme , manie a stormie showre , The height whereto I lastly did ascend , My strange beginning , and my fatall end . When Edward sate vpon the English throne , Long-shankes that so victoriously did raigne ; First of that name , and second vnto none , In all to knighthoode euer did pertaine , My life begunne , and then begunne my blisse , Euen in those daies , those happie daies of his . So much did vertue gratious harts inflame , Promotion then not purchased with golde , And in those times he that desired fame , Bought it of them that it full deerely solde , Hatefull excesse so much did not deuoure , Lawes had lesse force , and honesty more powre . And since that time so violently prayes Vpon those ages that euen holiest bee , Let me remember those more happie daies , In these sad houres my grieued eies doe see , With greater griefe that makes me these deplore , When I doe thinke of those that were before . And Muse , to thee I sadly then appeale , Since thou my life wilt need●ly haue me show , That I by thee may faithfully reueale , Euen what the most inquisitiue would know , Whilst that my soule heere bodied did abide , In the vaine world that pampred mein pride . From Gascony our name and our descent , Of which my father naturally was borne , In all his warres that with king Edward went , To him a 〈…〉 ege man and a souldier sworne : And in his country ventred his estate . To follow him that seemd to gouerne fate . Whose trust that great king highly did imploy , And neare his person tooke him for the same , Who with my selfe , but then a little boy , Vnto the Court of famous England came ; Whereas the King for seruice he had done , Made me a page vnto the Prince his sonne . In me what shape that man 's did not excel , Where euery part such harmony did beate , As in this modell Nature seemd to tell , T' was not perfection if it were not there , As euery age reseru'd his rarest feature , Thereof to make so excellent a creature . My lookes the powrefull adamants to loue , Which vnto them attracted euery sight , With which the same was fixed or did moue , As svmpathizing naturally delight , That where my thoughts intended to surprise , I at my pleasure conqu'red with mine eies . If euen the best in Paintings curious art , In some rare peece his workemanship should show , Imag 〈…〉 on helping with her part , w●●n th' hand had done the vtmost it could doe Vnto that bodie modelling a minde , Such a one was I the mirrour of my kinde . This was the baite was laide for Edwards loue , That bred the league of amitie thereby , That no misfortune after could remoue , when she the vtmost of her force did trie , Nor death it selfe retained power to sunder , Friendship seld seene , and in the world a wonder . Heere on this earth th' onely meane thou art , Whereby we hold intelligence with heauen , And it is thou that onely doost impart , All good can to mortalitie be giuen ; That 〈…〉 red bo●d that neuer canst be broken , O word diuine to be with reu'r●nce spoken ! With this sweete Prince in height of worldly blisse ; whilst Tutors care his wandering eares did guide , I liu'd enioying whatsoe're was his , who ne're my pleasures any thing denide , Whose deare affection still me so attended , As on my ioyes his happines depended . Whether that it my rare perfections were , That wonne my youth such fauour in his eie , Or that the heauens to whom I seemde so deare , On me downe showr'd this blessing from the skie ; I cannot tell , but well it did direct , That could produce such wonderfull effect . Thou Arke of heauen where wonders are enrouled , O depth of Nature , who can looke vnto thee ? What might he be that hath thy doome controuled ? Or hath the key of Reason to vndoe thee ? Thy workes diuine , which thine alone doe know , Shallow mans wit , too short for things below . The soule her liking subt'ly doth espie , In the high power that is to her assignde , By the cleere sight discouering through the eie , The thing agreeing aptliest with her kinde ; And by each motion quickely apprehendeth , That which it selfe past humane sense extendeth . This Edward in the April of his age , Whilst yet the crowne sate on his fathers head , Like that great loue with his rap'd Phrigian page , Me with Ambrosiall delicacies fed ; He might command that was the Soueraignes son , And what I said , that onelie must be done . My will a lawe autentically past , My yea by him was neuer crossd with no , Who in affection chained was so fast , He as my shadow still with me did goe , To me this Prince so pliant was in all , Still as an eccho answering to my call . My smiles his life , his heauen was in my sight , And his delight confinde by my desire , Who from my cleere eies borrowed all his light , As pal 〈…〉 I de Cinthia from her brothers fire ; My cheeke the pillow where he laide his head , My brow his booke , my bosome was his bed . Like faire Idalia bent to amorous sportes , With yong Adonis in the wanton shade , Figuring her passions in as sundry sortes , As he to her indeerements to perswade Eithers affections happily to moue , With all the tender daliances of loue . The table ( thus ) of our delight was laid , Scru'd with what dainties pleasure coulde deuise , And many a Syren musicke sweetely plaid , ( O that youth had vs wherewith to suffice ) whilst we on that vnsatiately doe feede , Which our confusion afterwards did breed . For still I spurd his violent desire , Holding the reines wherewith he rulde the sunne , My blandishment the fuell to the fire , In which to frie already he begunne ; waxing his wings taught him Art to flie , Who on his back might beare me through the skie . Whilst the vaine world vpon vs still did winne , Inticde his flatteries stedfastly to trust , Loosing the clew which led vs safely in , Are lost within this Labyrinth of lust ; For when the flesh is nussed once in vice , The sweete of sinne makes hell a paradice Who thy deceits vile world yet euer told , In thee what is that 's not extreamely ill ? A shop where poison's onely to be sold , whose very entrance instantly doth kill , where all deformed wickednesse do dwell , And all thy waies guide head long into hell . The King that saw his hopefull sonne betraide , That like young Phaeton ventred on the skies , Perceiu'd his course with danger hardly staide , ( For he was graue and prouidently wise ; ) That wanting skill to maister youthes desire , Might by misguidance set his throne on fire . This was a corsiue to King Edwards daies , That without ceasing fed vpon his bones , That in the day bereau'd him of his case , Breaking his night-sleepe with vnquiet grones ; That did depresse and burthened him downe , More then the weight that sate vpon his Crowne . When now their iudgement that seuerely tride , The matter whence this malladie first grew , Likewise must now a remedie prouide , To preuent the perill likely to ensue , The cause must end e're the effect could cease , Else ( well ) of one , there many might encrease . When such in Court my opposites as were , On all aduantage that could wisely play , Who did to me inuetterate malice beare , That for their purpose found so faire a way ; On this their forces instantly did ground , My name and fame perpetually to wound . And the time fit for venting their vntruth , Me into hate more forcibly to bring , Sticke not to charge the loosenesse of my youth , T' offend euen in th' vnnaturalest thing , And olde fore-passed outrages awake , With all that me contemptible might make . Wherefore the Prince to priuacie bestow'd In Realmes remote I banished to rome , Censured of all men fitst to be abroad , That had betraide my honest trust at home , A diudg'd to die , if after I were found , The day prescrib'd vpon the English ground . So much astonish'd with the suddaine blow , That I became insensible of paine , Vntill awak'd with sharpnesse of my woe , I saw the wound which open did remaine ; By which my ioyes still fainted more and more , No hope at all me euer to restore . Euen as a Turtle for her faithfull make , Whose youth her deare virginitie enioyde , Sits shrowded in some solitary brake , With melancholy pensiuenesse annoide ; Thus without comfort sit I all alone , From the sweete Prince infortunately gone . My beauty once which sdainde the summers sight , Beaten with bleake and chilly winter stormes , Those tender limbes must trauell day and night , So often hug'd in Edwards princely Armes ; Those eyes oft viewing pleasure in her pride , With fearefull obiects euery way supplide . And whilst these stormes me strangely thus did tosse , where I my selfe confined yet in France , Thwarted the while with many a greeuous crosse , Inseperables to my sad mischance ; Others that stem'd the current of the time , By which I fell , prou'd afterwards to clime . Camelion-like the world doth alter hue , And as false Proteus puts on sundrie shapes , One change scarce gone , another doth ensue , This fild , that likewise for promotion gapes ; Thus did they swarme like Bees about the brim , Some drownd , and some as dang'rously swim . And some on whom the higher powres look'd faire , Yet of the season little seemde to vaunt , For there were clowdes hung in the troubled ayre , which shew'd something to their desire did want , That forc'd them stoope which otherwise would flie , Whilst with much care they fading honor buy . When restlesse Time that neuer turnes againe , Whose winged feete are sliding with the sunne , By the fleete howres attending on his traine , His resolution fatally begunne ; In a iust course eftsoone to bring about , That which long since the wiser sort did doubt . For whilst the King doth seriously attend , His long-hop'd voyage to the Holy-land , For which his subiects mighty summes did leud , Euen whilst this buisnes onely was in hand ; All on the suddaine happily doth fall , The death of Edward quickely altred all . Should I assay his vertues to report , To do the honor due vnto his name , My meane endeuours should come farre too short , And I thereby should greatly wrong the same ; But leaue it to some sacred Muse to tell , Vpon whose life a Poets pen might dwell . His princely body scarsly wrapt in lead , Before his mournefull obsequies were done , But that the Crowne was set on Edwards head , With whom too soone my happy daies begunne ; After blacke night like brightnesse of the day . All former sorrowes vanished away . When now Carnaruan calls within a while , Whom Edward Long-shanks hated to the death , He whom the father lately did exile , Is to the sonne as precious as his breath , What th' old inscrib'd the yonger forth did blot , Kings wils perform'd , and dead mens words forgot . When the winde wafts me to that happy place . And soone did set me safely on that shore , From whence I seemde but banish'd for a space , That my returne might honored be the more ; Vnto this new King happily to leaue me , Whose princely armes were ready to receiue me . Who would haue seene how that kinde Roman dame . O●e-come with ioy did yeelde her latest breath , Hersonne returning laden with such fame , When thankfull Rome had mourned for his death , Might heere behold her personated right , When I approached to the Princes sight . My Ioue now Lord of the Ascendant is , In an aspect that promisde happy speede , Whilst in that luckie influence of his , Some praisde the course wherein I did proceede ; Yet it to some prodigiously appeares , Telling the troubles of ensuing yeares . When like to Midas all I touch'd was gold , Powr'd as t' was once downe into Danaes lap , For I obtained any thing I would , Fortune had yet so lotted out my hap ; The chests of great men like to Oceans are , To whom all floods by course do still repare . The Isle of Man he first vnto me gaue , To shew how high I in his grace did stand , But fearing me sufficient not to haue , I next receiued from his bounteous hand , Faire Wallingford that antiently had beene , The wealthy dower of many an English Queene . The summes his father had beene leuying long , By impositions for the warre abroad , Other his princely benefits among , At once on me he bounteously bestow'd ; When those which saw how much on me he cast , Soone found his wealth sufficed not his waste . He giues me then chiefe Secretaries place . Thereby to traine me in affaires of state , And those high roomes that I did hold to grace , Me Earle of Cornwall franckly did create ; And that in Court he freely might pertake me , Of England Lord high Chamberlaine did make me . And that he would more strongly me alie , To backe me gainst their insolent ambition , Doth his faire Cosen vnto me affie , A Lady of right vertuous condition , which his deare sister prosperously bare , To the Earle of Gloster blood-ennobled Clare . O sacred bounty , mother of content , Fautresse and happy nourisher of Arts , That giu'st successe to euery high intent , The Conquerour of the most noblest harts : High grace into mortalitie infused , Pitty it is that e're thou wast abused . When those that did my banishment procure , Still in my bosome hated did abide , And they before that could me not endure , Are now much more impatient of my pride ; For emulation euer did attend , Vpon the great , and shall vnto th' end . And into fauour closly working those , That from meane places lifted vp by me , And factious spirits being fittest to oppose , Them that perhaps too powerfull else might be ; That euen gainst enuie raised by my hand , Me must vphold to make themselues to stand . And since the frame by fortune so contriu'd , To giue protect to my ambitious waies , Vrging thereby their hate to me deriu'd , From those hie honours 〈◊〉 vpon me layes , Drawing the King my courses to pertake , Still to maintaine what he himselfe did make . Thus doth my youth still exercise extreames , My heed fond rashnes to forerunne my fall , My wit meere folly , and my hopes but dreames , My councell serues my selfe but to inthrall , That me abused with a vaine illusion , When all I did intending my confusion . And now the King , to hasten his repaire , Himselfe by marriage highly to aduance , With Isabel a Princesse , yong and faire , As was her father Philip king of France , When now the more to perfect my command , Leaues vnto me protection of the land . My power confirm'd so absolute withall . That I dranke pleasure in a plenteous cup , when there was none me to account to call , All to my hands so freely rendred vp , That earth to me no greater blisse could bring , Except to make me greater than a King . When being now got as high as I could clime , That the vaine world thus bountifully blest , Franckly imbrace the benefite of time , Fully t' enioy that freely I possest ; Strongly maintaining he was worse than mad , Fondly to spare , a Princes wealth that had . Their counsells when continually I crosst , As scorning their authoritie and blood ; And in those things concernd their honor 's most , In those against them euer most I stoode : And things most publique priuately extend , To feede my riot that had neuer end . When lastly Fortune like a treacherous foe , That had so long attended on my fall , In the plaine path wherein I was to goe , Layes many a baite , to traine me on withall ; Till by her skill she cunningly had brought me , Vnto the place where at her will she caught me . The mighty busines falling then in hand , Triumphs ordain'd to welcome his returne ( Before the French in honour of the land ) with all my power I labourd to adiourne ; Till all their charge was lastly ouer throwne , who likde t' haue seene no glory but mine owne . Thus euery thing me forward still doth set , Euen as an engine forcing by the slight , One mischiefe thus a second doth beget , And that doth leade th' other but to right ; Yet euery one himselfe employing wholy , In their iust course to prosecute my folly . Which when they found how still I did retaine , Th' ambitious course wherein I first beganne , And lastly felt , that vnder my disdaine Into contempt continually they ranne ; Take armes at once to remedy their wrong , which their cold spirits had suffred but too long . Me boldely charging to abuse the King A wastefull spender of his needefull treasure , A secret thiefe of many a sacred thing , And that I led him to vnlawfull pleasure , That neuer did in any thing delight , But what might please my sensuall appetite . That as a scourge vpon the land was sent , Whose hatefull life the cause had onely beene , The State so vniuersally was rent , Whose ill increasing euery day was seene ; I was reproached openly of many , Who pitti'd none , not pitti'd now of any . And for opposde by men of greatest might , ( The King my danger that had wisely waide ) That did pursue me with such deadly spight , Me into Ireland secretly conuaide , Vntill he might my peace againe procure , And his owne safety better might assure . As one whose house remedilesly burning , Seeing his goods now heapt together lost , His griefe no whit disburthen'd by his mourning , Taking some one thing that he loueth most , To some remote place doth with that retire , Leauing the rest to 'th mercie of the fire . Yet he so much that still did me esteeme , That euer stroue to couer my disgrace , To make my absence otherwise to seeme , And to the world to beare a fairer Face , Lest my exile suggested by their hate , Might ouerthrow my liuelihoode and estate . By their neere councell that were him about , His Deputy of Ireland doth me make , And causde it each-where to be giuen out , My iourney thither instantly to take , To stop their mouthes that gladly would embrace , Any report might tend to my disgrace . There liu'd I in that honourable sort , As to my high place purchased renowne ; with no lesse bountie managing a court , Then hourely crau'd th' reuenues of a Crowne ; To me his loue such soueraigntie did bring . That though he raignde , I absolutely King . Few weekes there went but some the channell crosst , With some such present Princes holde in price , Some jewell that him infinitely cost , Or sumptuous roabe of excellent deuise ; When they that sawe what he vpon me cast , Found that his treasure long time could not last . And since the floud me followed in this wise , His fulnes I as amply entertaine , It might shew folly to be found precise , That to refuse which fell as did the raine , Such as no age before did euer winne , And since his being , yet hath neuer bin . When now th' abated Baronry that found , The cunning vsde for couering of my flight , That me but shifted to a surer ground , On which so vainely they bestow'd their might ; Perceiu'd farre off where greater perill rose , Then they could finde how rightly to dispose . Like those that striue to stop some violent sourse , whose plenty Nature planted not for boundes , Climes aboue all the opposers of his course , Or let at large the neighboring plaine surrounds , That in it selfe s'enated is bless'd , That will the more be , more it depress'd . And fearing now the force I had abroade , who knew the way the Irish harts to winne , Fitter by farre at home to be bestow'd , ( And to the State more safety found therein ) where though my riots they could not preuent , Yet might suruey the giddy course I went . Whereof they scarsly entertain'd the thought , And did thereto but seemingly descend , But that his loue immediately it caught , Nor cares he by it what they doe intend ; Plot what they could , so he therby might gaine him , That with delight , which still did entertaine him . O how thy presence maiestie commands ! That so seuerely humbleth euery eie , whose onely selfe actes more than many handes , In thee such vertue secretly doth lie , Hauing about thee the high power of fate , Art both emperious ouer loue and hate . He that occasion neuer did neglect , That aught vnto my happinesse might winne , My buisnes did so carefully effect , That euer was so fortunate therein , As he to passe doth prouidently bring , Before deemde so impossible a thing . And Messengers immediately are sent , Me into England instantly to call , Authorizde by the generall consent , Although not likde of inwardly of all ; Yet , t was sufficient that it freedome gaue me , But to be there where he desirde to haue me . My sailes now swelling with a prosperous winde , The boisterous seas do homage to mine eies , That much aboue their vsuall course are kinde , All lowring clouds abandoning the skies , Nothing discern'd that any whit might feare me , Fortune herselfe sittes at the helme to steare me . What time the King his progresse then did take , That part of Wales pretending now to see , For which he forward instantly did make , which was ( indeede ) there but to meete with me , with all the fauour that he could deuise , To giue me honour in the publique eies . Where for my landing long he did prouide , That ●ought might want intending my delight , And at each place as leasurely we ride , Did 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 with some pleasing sight , And vnto L●ndon to the pompous Court , Bring , me in the magnificentest sort . Which prou'd but spurres to my vntamde desire , Giuing the 〈◊〉 to my 〈…〉 ious will , ●ho let me forth vnto my full ca●●re , On places slippe●y , and my manage ill , Small my forefight , and ouermuch my haste , That me alas infortunately cast . The Princes eare , that hauing at command , That who would aught haue , me must entertaine , And yet before it passde my gripple hand , Got the greatst share vnto my priuate gaine ; Nor carde I what from any I did wring , Many thereby too much impouerishing . And daily begging of Monopolies , Taking the lands belonging to the Crowne , 〈◊〉 ●ence transporting those commodities , 〈◊〉 England vsefull comming of her owne , And basely selling offices ( ere then ) The due reward of best deseruing men . And being irrecouerably prowd , Held all things vile that suted not my vaine , Nothing might passe , my iudgement not allow'd , A great opinion to my wit to gaine , Giuing vile termes and nicke-names of disgrace , To men that sate in honourable place . By which brake out that execrable rage , That long before had boiled in their blood , And for reuenge they boldly them ingage , When lastly for their libertie they stood ; And in this quarrell open Armes they take , Or to marre all , or better it to make . They durst affirme my mother was a witch , And for the fact condemned burnt to be , And I her sonne and rightly of her pitch , She had bequeath'd her damned Art to me ; Vrging it an inseperable thing , That I by Magicke wrought vpon the King . And into France did charge me to conuay , A goodly table that was massie gold , A relique kept at Windsor many a day , ●●at to King Arthur did belong of old ; Vpon whose margent as they did surmise , Merlin ingraued many prophecies . And by appealing to the sea of Rome , A Legat thence procuring to the land , With malediction by the Churches doome , On any one that on my part should stand : The King suspending should he not consent , And ratifie the generall intent . Which they did but to prosperously effect , Being so strong to counterprize his force , The Clergy still being ready to direct Them the best way in all their restlesse course , That at the last they strongly him procure , By solemne oth me euer to abiure . Th' vncertaine biding of each earthly thing , ( Set out most liuely in my starre-crost state ) That doth remaine in Fortunes mannaging , Appearing in my variable fate On me that frown'd and flattered me so oft , Casting me downe and setting me aloft . To Flanders then my present course I cast , Which being the near'st , lay fittest for my ease , Safest the way the sooner it was past , All not my friends that were abroad at seas ; Such meanes in France they daily do procure , That there my selfe I doubted to secure . And though I chang'd my habite and my name , Because I meant to liue vnknowne to any , Yet swift report had so divulg'd my shame , My hated life was publish'd to too many ; In euery streete that as I pas'd along , I was the talke of euery common tongue . And finding that which onely I did craue , A secret meanes to send vnto the King , To me certaine intelligence that gaue , Of the state and course of euery thing ; Who labored now ( more euer then before ) Me into England safely to restore . For which relying on my Soueraignes loue , ( To whom my life had euer beene so deare ) Which I then now had ne're more cause to proue , Striuing t' obtaine ( if any meane there were ; ) A dispensation for his former oth , In their dispight that thereto seem'd most loth . Where casting many a sundry course at length , ( Being by marridge mightily alide , And but too much presuming of my strength ) Resolu'd for England , come what could be●ide ; And in a ship that for the iourney lay , Thither my selfe did suddainely conuay . And safely landed on the wished shore . Vnto the Court me secretly betooke , Of which the King had notice long before , And for my comming euery day did looke , Wisely that plotted when I should arriue , All helpefull meanes my safetie to contriue . Which soone being known whilst yet their blood was hote , That to their strength now onely were to trust , For what before was done preuailed not , And for my sake the King did proue vniust ; Bringing thereby whilst trifling they did stand , Wrong to themselues , and danger to the land . Now when the time did generally distaste , Our lewd and inconsiderate neglect , when those in Court that our high fauours plac'de , Giue vs iust cause their dealings to suspect , And they that view'd vs with the pleasedst eye , Yet at our actions sometimes looke awric . Wherefore the King inforced to prouide , A present Armie trusting to his friends , Rep●irde to Yorke vntill he were supplide , From whence for , aide he into Scotland sends , To warlike Balioll and to Wales , from whence He might get power to frustrate their pretence . But they his purpose wholy intercept , Not now to seeke in any secret thing , The marches that so vigilantly kept , And yet renounce all malice to the King ; Only to chastice my abhorred sinne , Who had the cause of all this trouble bin . Thus Like a ship dismembred of the sailes , Forc'd by the winde against the streamefull tide , From place to place with euery billow hales , And as it haps from shore to shore doth ride ; As that poore vessell rests my brittle stay , Nearer the land , still nearest cast away . Corsiue of kingdoms home-begotten hate , which in no limits euer yet wast bounded , when didst thou seize euen on the greatest state , By thee that was not vtterly confounded ? How many kingdome be there that doe rue thee ? Happy the world was till too well it knew thee . Thus of our succour instantly bereft , Hauing but now some little force at sea , Lastly to trust to , onely vs was left , On which our hope infortunately lay ; Which he to hasten , speedily doth make , His former courses forced to forsake . The present danger mannaging it so , That did for aide importunately call , Wherefore in Yorke as farthest from the foe , Leaues me vnto the safegard of the wall ; Till his returne me further helpe might giue , Whom more and more he studied to relecue . From Bedford now the Armie setting on , Th' appointed randy whore they gathered head , When they had notice that the King was gone , Vpon their way more hastily them sped , ( Me t' afflict as purposed they were , ) Whose presence else might force them to forbeare . To Skarborough immediately I poste , With the small force my fortune then did lend me , A Fort best fitting standing on the coast , And of all other likest to defend me , And came the worst , resistlesse were their might . The sea should safely priuiledge my flight . But they the Cittie lying round about , Keepe euery passage with a watchfull spie , That gaue them notice of my passing out , With their light horse pursue me by and by ; Whereas vpon me suddainely they came , E're I had time to fortifie the same . Along the lands towards Oxford they conuey me , Wondring my sight as birds do at the Owle , And by the way continually they bray me , As hungry woolues at passengers do howle ; Each one exulting that I now was caught , That in the land such mischiefe euer wrought . And being brought to Dedington at last , Where the Ea●le of Pombrooke wild me to be staid , To vnderstand 〈◊〉 further that I past , Things to my charge that secretly were laid ; And to the King he speedily had sent . T' acquaint him with the generall intent . But the Earle of Warwicke ( lying but too neare ) ( The dog of Arden that I vsde to call , ) That deadly hatred still to me did beare , And that I euer doubted most of all ; Thither repairing with a powerfull band , Ceazed vpon me with a violent hand . And vnto Warwicke carrying me along , Where he had long desired me to get , With friends and tenants absolutely strong , Whom all the puissant Barronry abet ; Since now occasion offered them such hold , Hasten my death by all the meanes they could . North from the Towne , a mile or very neare , An easie hill in publike view doth lie , Blacklow then call'd of those that dwelled there , Neare to the antient Hermitage of Guy ; Thither with arm'd bands strongly they me led , Whereas I lastly forfa●ed my head . My sundry passions hauing thus exprest , In the sad tenor of my tragicke Tale , Let me returne vnto the fields of rest , Thither transported by a prosp'rous gale ; I leaue the world my destiny to view , Bidding it thus for euermore a diew . FINIS .