good They first must pray so vndeserued gold Ill got we waste and haue no power to holdâ— Then they proceed to words from words to blowes The way to ill is easie but who knowes The Clue that we returne by hence proceeds A Challenge from wrong'd Wharton Steward needs No such stale prouocation Mischiefes feet Are swift to blood their quicke desires soon meet And met soone fight bold Steward falls by Fate Wharton by Chance those powers each other hate So I haue seene from th' Indies East and West Two Ships well rigg'd and mann'd vpon the brest Of Thetis dâ—ncing spreading flags abroad For ioy of their long-wisht-for English roade Past now all dangerous Roâ—ksâ— Gulphs Pyrats Sand Ready t'vnlade their rich fraught on firme land And tell the story of their perils past And frolicke with glad friends in peace at last When spying each other so bedeckt adorn'd With outward pomp ones pride the other scorn'd And from that enuious scorn some word proceeding And from that word some blow from that blow bleeding Then giuing way to fury all inrag'd Both are in desp'rate tearmes of fight ingag'd The fire in water Lead in th' ayre their center Doe madly seeke and both these râ—dely enter The strong ships wombe and ransacâ—e euery hold For pretious life neglecting Indiâ—n gold The shot seems thunder but the dying grones Of slaughtered soules shrike louder deeper tones Then roring Cannons whose thicke charging rout Le ts water freely in and poures bloud out In this hot fight both firmly doe defend Both nimbly do assault both madly spend Strength skill and all to hurt Conquest inclines To neither part as partiall Equall lines Are drawne betwixt them both by Fate and Chance Till th' one his topsaile fairely doth aduance To win the winde and in that vantage flies With force and fury on his foe who plies All meanes to salue this losse and to regaine Faire ods or equall standing once againe But all in vaine fortune the winde and sea Conâ—ederate with the aduerse seeme to be So this to sinke rather then yeeld resolues And halfe his tatter'd sides the Sea inuolues When th' other couetous grapples with his foe To bourd and rob him and being chained so The sâ—ip that leaks sinks and with his weight drawes The Conqueror with Conquest to deaths iawes So fares it with these noble Combatants Both equally of blood and honor vaunts Both enui'd and belou'd alike both friends Both yong both valiant and their life and ends So paralell and twin-like like in all That they obtain'd one graue one â—unerall One graue one funerall they obtain'd yet lost The â—ame and honor their youth thirsted most Because their quarrell on false grounds begun Could not produce true praise nor true blame shun The wounds thou gau'st stout Whartoâ— had bin good Against thy Kings or faiths foe and thy blood Heroicke Steward had been nobly shed Against such slaues so both had brauely bled And your brasse Monuments had spoke the fame Of Whartons noble Stewards royall name Then the fierce challenger for his quicke charge And stout assault with wounds giuen deepe and large His apt command of euery part soone shunning All wounds saue one giuen more by chance then cunning And the Defendant who so long time stood Drownd yet vndanted in his owne life blood And deadly wounded past all hope of liuing Death in his death to his haile fooeman giuing Had filld the largest leaues of Fames faire story And both worne wreath of triumph conquest gloryâ— And then like patterns â—o both Realms set out By vertue for example the wise and stout Had been your schollers and their lessons read In those greene fields where both so boldly bled Bnt now aye me as rocks bars sands at sea Or marks set vp to shew ships where they bee Or rather as some wrack'd ships selfe whose mast Ore-looks the waues and yet still sticking fast In th' eating silt bids the wise Pilot flye The tracklesse path where such hid dangers lye So stand these two the signes of woe and ruth Of shipwrackt honor fortune valour youth And by their deaths confirme this speech for good Vertue hath greater priuiledge then blood Our soules are Gods our bodies are the Kings And he that in his priuate quarrell brings Either of these in question doth betray The Kings part and giues Gods part cleane away England behold in Wharton what thou art And Scotland see in Steward euery part Of thy best power shun enmitie and strife None but your selues haue power of eithers life Let no slight toyes the snares and traines of hell Breed war betwixt you two but kindly dwell Within this I le as in one house the rather Being thereto wooed by your good King kind father If not peruse this glasse and let not me The fatall Prophet of such ill newes be To your succeeding times but choose you whether You 'le still liue friends or like these die together DVELLI FINIS A cast of Falcons in their pride At passage scouring fowle eâ—pide Securely feeding from the spring At one both ayme with nimble wing They first mount vp abouâ— Mans sight Plying for life this emulouâ— flight In equall compasse and maintaine Their pitch without a lazie plaine Then stooping freely lightning like They counter dead each other strike The â—owle escapesâ— and with her wings Their funerall dirge this lesson sings Who aimes at glory not aright Meetâ—s death but Glorie takes her flight Epitaphium Georgii Whartoni Milit. TH' offence was great worse the report The iniâ—râ—e Reuenge acquitting And life with many wounds ta'ne for 't Argâ—'de a minde true honour fitting For sluggish Cowardice doth shame Anoble Stocke and â—onour'd nameâ— Epitaphium Iacobi Stewardi Armigeri VVIth an vndaunted heart I fought Reuenge and Choller me assailing In fight I fell with courage stoâ—t My life and â—oes together failingâ— I dig'de my graue out with my sword And stroke whilst life would strength afford IVSTITIA IACOBI Dedicated to the graue reuerend and iudicious Knight Sr. ROBERT GARDINER sometime Lord Iustice of Ireland SO many men presse now for place in State Deseart and Worth cannot come neere the gate â—ut happy were it for the State and Vs â—f we as Rome did sought for Curius â—here should we finde him farre from Court with you â—erhaps a Gardiner or perhaps at Plow â—et euen the same which Pyrrhus did withstand â—amnites and Sabines ruld as you Ireland â—hen should our Kings cleare Iustice shine too brighâ— â—o suffer potent wrong cloude impotent right â—hen should this act of Iustice so aboue â—ll presidents make others like it mooâ—e But wretched we whilst few the doore can passe Of high preâ—erment but the Lâ—den Asse Regalis Justitia IACOBI DEVS VIDET Man Angell nor the Fiend of Hell Can Mans heart see search and tell That God aloâ—e doth vnderstand Closing all thoughts within his hand He better knowes then Priest Iudge Scribe Who gaue the last cause-carrying bribe He sees
with him so 't was agreed To beare him company Well mote they speed The Man a saddle sets vpon his backe A halâ—er on his head which wit doth lacke What meane you master quoth the simple Asse These will but make me weary as I passe Foole quoth the Man thinke you I le haue my Pageâ— Not suited to the fashions of this age I should be sham'd to sâ—e you neere me stand Without a cloake and bout your neck a band Proud was the silly Asse to heare he stood So high in fauour and doth onward skud With willing pace not like a sleepy snaile But tossing of his eares winching his taile Long trauailde they till to a brook they came Wherein a many siluer fishes swam A bridge was nâ—â—re but Man withheld his eye And would not see the bridge some reason why The Asse went through the water quoth he then All beasts are far more happier than all Men. You are by nature safely cloth'd and armde Gainst cold heat drought and wet we easly harmde With any small annoyance You are free And gainst all these extreames must patient be The Asse being prais'd vpon no ground stood still But must turne backe againe to shew his skill To boast his valour let his Master know All his good parts and sâ—ruices arow Now sir quoth he you on my backe I 'le beare Safe o're this waterâ— Gâ—t vp nothing fearâ— The Man leapt lightly vp Dissimulation Doth neither stirrup nâ—â—d nor great perswasion The Asse doth quickly passe the Riâ—er Then He stayes and prayes him light No sâ—ith the Man Proceed vpon your iourney you can beare I dare not light to fall I stand in fearâ— I 'le kneele then quoth the Asse and down he kneels The Man straight raisde him with his whip and heels O Master quoth the Assâ—â— you promisde meat Youâ— couâ—nant giues no liberty to bâ—at â—oole quoth the Man the word expresly meant Wages for worke impliâ—s a punishmâ—nt For sluggishnesse and sloth make haste away Our businâ—sse and the time permits no stay So on they goe till the Asse now almost tyred Askt pitty of the Man and ease desired Thâ—t the would daigne a little while to light The Man denide it and then laught out-right And doubled blowes with whip with heele staffe O tyrant quoth the Asse dost fight and laugh Are these th' effects of promises and words Is this the peace your law bond faith affords Keep you your couenants thus O man thinke how You make vs traytors when you breake your vow Why quoth the Man my couenants are vnbroke I haue performde whatsere I wrote or spoke I giue you meat my meaning likevvise vvas To giue you blovves if that you plaide the Asse I was to haue your exâ—remâ—nts and sweat I cannot haue those but by vvorke and heat Therefore I ride you You were to attend In all my iourneyes on me like a friend And vvhat is liker to a friend I pray Then a mans drudge that toyles both night day That carries him through thicke and thin vvith paine And a sure stud for all turnes doth remaineâ— O quoth the Assâ— the vvorld vvas neuer good Since other on mentall reseruation stood I only vvas to beare you company True quoth the Man to beare that 's carry me O damn'd equiuocation vvho at first quoth the poore Asse this double Doctrine nurst No Merchant Tradesman Lavvyer nor Diuine Though much froÌ„ truth they warp froÌ„ grace decline Could be the aâ—thors of this ample euill But truthes professed foe that iâ—gling deuill That Diuell who taught it first and practiz'd too In paridise vnto our generall woe That Diuell which doth renue in euery age By this alone his kingdome and image For without this his kingdome would decay And without this his image weare away This onely murthers truth opposeth faith Deceiuing whether true or false it saith If true we dare not trust it fearing ill If false like truth it looks and tempts vs will Quoth Man thou preachest well and well mightst passe Couldst thou speake Latin too to say a Masse Thy folly was in fault rashly to draw Thy articles without aduice at law There wanted stops pricks letters here and there And by your leaue some words the truth to cleere Nay quoth the Asse had euery word stop letter Been left vnwritten my estate were better This is the plague when power expoundeth lawes Not as the truth requires but as the cause When euery letter may an error breed To helpe the rich and begger such as need When tyrants do capitulate and treat Not to conclude but to deceiue and cheat When your false minds are candi'de ore with words As your gay sheathes conceale your bloody swords Now quoth the Man I thinke that Balaams Asse Or golden Apuly's thy Tutor was Thou art so eloquent so learned witty As if thou hadst been taught in Athens Citty In Athens quoth the Asse now I espie You speake no truth but when yee thinke to lie I was a Cockny once of noble blood Traind vp in Athens Court and in the flood of pleasure bathde my youth but not in Art Which causde this transformation teares and smart Yet went our Master and was well allowdeâ— With many of my kin in that thicke crowde When Philip did so learnedly dispute And made Demost â—enes with wonder mute I was in fauour then and then did passe For braue and wise though now I be an Asse For no Man ought to iudge by forme or face By fauour or imployment or by place Which are the wise and foolish Dunces oft â—Passe by great doctors Baboones leap aloft And they may proue like me liâ—e to be switcht If they my fortune meet to be bewitcht How I bewitched was you now shall heare There is no true accomplisht Caualere That hath not trauailde And the'rs few of these Which scape bewitching passing ouer Seas When I first trauail'd my braue Spirit did moue T' attempt great Ladies and to purchace loue I purcha'st loue so long till all I had Was purcha'st from me and my selfe full glad To leaue both Court and Citie and to try A better Country fortune to espie With much much toyle and many courtly shifts At length I did arriue mongst craggy clifts And barraine rocks t' a smoaky house which stood Alone besides a fearefull desart wood There with a wither'd witch I long time staid A Bel-dame that had been Medeâ—es maid She turn'd me to an Asse that very day Th' Odcombian wit did odly scape away He may his good shooes praise pray for his heeles By those he scap't And yet I feare he feeles His braine was turning if he euer passe That way againe he will turne perfect Asse And so will many more as well as I Except they stop their eares as they passe by No quoth the Man this is a pretty fable Fitting the end so neere vnto the stable I le now alight we two are perfect friends My iourney and thy
Harmonie of the whole consisteth The weights are the priuiledges immunities prerogatiues and donations of seuerall kinds bestowed vpon the Church in seuerall ages by good Kings liberall professors and benefactors The challenge the Clocke seemes to make hâ—ere to rule the Dyal resembleth the controuersie the Church of Rome raiseth in the Catholicke Church about the exposition the restrayning or publishing of the Scriptures 2. The Dyal is the written word which is of it selfe dead and vnprofitable without farther illumination Since none of the Philosophers nor Salomon himselfe by the meâ—re strength of Nature could from thence draw sauing knowledge without sauing grace But as the Dyal hath reference to the Sunne so hath this to the Sonne of righteousnesse Neither am I without warrant for vsing this bold Allegorie since the sweet Singer of Israel compares the same word to a lanterne and the spirit to a light when he saith elegantly and like a Diuine POET Thy word is a lanterne vnto my feet and a light vnto my path Now as it is absurd that the Dyal should bee set by the vncertaine gadding of the Clock So is it more absurd that the Clergy should so iudge of the Scriptures as to conclude oâ— teach any thing by wâ—â—â— pretence soeuer against it or to vouch vnwritten veriâ—â—es as some call them or traditions contradictorie to the written word But much rather as the 〈◊〉 ought to be set by the Dyal so ought the Church to subiect it selfe to bee directed by the Scriptures and to prooue and examine it selfe by the same rule whether it be in the faith or no. And finding iâ— selâ—â— in the right it ought by manifest proofes and argâ—â—ents from thence to shew forth the same faith 〈…〉 3. Thirdly the Weather-cocke who 〈◊〉 himselfe as iudge in this controuersie betweene the Dyal and the Clocke is that Pope of Rome who challengeth the same prerogatiue iure diuino oueâ— the Church and Scriptures How falsely he doth this and yet how impudently is well knowne to all For I know not what the Pope hath more to doe with the rule of the Catholique Church then the Weather-cocke because he stands vpon the top of the steeple hath to doe with the gouernment of the Clock and Dyal I haue heard and read the reasons vpon which the contrary opinion is grounded but for my owne part can see no strength in them able to turne any but Weather-cockâ— The prioritie of place the whole Church perhaps would bee content to yeeld him for the generall peace and to expresse the true humilitie of holy Pastors who follow the example and doctrine of their master Christ But for him that turnes and returnes as vncertainely with euery blast of humor or occasion as any Weathercocke at â—e change of the winde to challenge not onely the â—mmunitie from errors and the infallibilitie of iudgeâ—ent but also to be Christs Vicar Generall vpon earth 〈◊〉 Peters Successor the Apostolicall Prince and Vniuersall Bishop of the whole Church to haue all power in Heauen and on Earth and all iurisdiction both temporall and spirituall impropriated to his Chaâ—re and â—nnexed to his place this seemes strange and they â—ustly deny it him who are not giddy with standing â—oo neere him or troubled with the same vertigo by â—eason of the height of place from whence they looke â—pon the rest of the poore afflicted and distressed â—ocke of Christ Iesus But for this proud challenge â—hey know truly how to style him the great Antichrist and crowne him with this triple Crowne the Man of sinne the Whore of Babylon the Vicar Generall of HELL CERTAINE PIECES OF THIS AGE PARABOLIZD viz. Duellum Britannicum Regalis Justitia Iacobi Aquignispicium Antidotum Cecillianum By THOMAS SCOT Gentleman Scire tuum nihil est LONDON Printed for Francis Constable 1616. DVELLVM BRITANNICVM DEDICATED To the eternall memorie of that admirable Combat performed by two valorous Knights Sir Robert Mansell appellant and Sir Iohn Heydon Defendant where both equally expressing fortitude and skill in giuing and receiuing wounds scaped death notwithstanding by the onely fauour of Prouidence SInce you haue done more then I can relate A miracle in conquering Death what hatâ— Is that then death more deadly which suruiues To cloude the glory of your after liues Be reconcilde we shew most strength and skill In mastering our strong frailtie our weake will Duellum Britannicum HOMO HOMINI DAEMON Man may Man perswade amisse But the skill and cunning is To rule him right to cause him doâ— What true wisedomâ—â—oâ—gs â—nto See how the busie Lawyers throng Twixt Man and Man for right and wrongâ— Those Papers all those bookes are writ To reconcile Mans iarring wit Pistols Muskets Rapiers Swords All the Engines war affordsâ— Are for Man prepar'd not hell There no foe like Man doth dwell Man for sport baites Lyons Beares Man alone Man hates and feares GReat Volumes in few lines epitomiz'd Are easiest apprehended and so priz'd Large Countries in small Maps are best suruaide Because the sense in these abridgments staid Keeps company with Reason neuer flitting From that firme obiect their ioynt powers fitting Thus the whole world is in one Man exprest And euery part describ'd and iudged best Then noble Britainâ— do not scorne to see Thy owne face in this Glasse I proffer thee Two of thy children whose fortune tels What danger and assur'd destruction dwels In thy dis-vnion and how fond they are Who with false reasons nurse thy ciuill warre The two two Worthies nobly borne and bred Inrich'd with vertue and vpon the head Of Court and Kingdome placâ—d as Iewels worne For vse and ornament now rent and torne Remaine sad spectacles and cry aloud O Man why being mortall art thou proud Why art thou proud of beauty Roses blast Or of thy wealth the mines of India waste Or of thy strength since sicknes age or wounds Let loose the stiff-strung ioynts and spirit confounds Or of thy honour and thy high-borne blood Since to be great is not worth praise but good Or of all these since all these and much more Whâ—rton and Steward had lost and di'd poore Much more they had so much that hard it is To tell what either wanted Earths chiefe blisse Their Princes fauour like the Sunne aboue In his hot Solstice stood and did improue Their blooming youth's with ripened fruit before Their thoughts could hope ô what could they wish more Friends sought theÌ„ fortune blest theÌ„ blest them so That which might happiest seeme was hard to know Neither had cause of Enuie except thus As th'eiesâ— hands feet which guide guard carry vs Whose selfe like shape and equall vse admits No warre but fellow-feeling of such fits Griefes and diseases and each part sustaines So shar'd they in all pleasures toyles sports paines Nor had these other cause of warre at all And causelesse warre is most vnnaturall Yet oh that subtle Spirit incens'd rash blood With franticke rage that enery ill seem'd
If sport hurt so O what will open force and malice do Thy King rides hunts and falls Are horses then Turn'd traitors too will beasts proue like to men Can Kings finde sportfull peace so hazardous To armes then Caesar shun the Senate house Like poison ponyards pistols Death aâ—oue Attends on ' Prâ—nces when they feed sleep moue Bâ—neath like powder that the ground they tread Seemes all one continent to quicke and dead And is 't not so with others too behold This silly Fencer in his ignorance bold Think 's his submissiue sorrow will suffice For that vnhappy thrust at Sanquiers eyes And begging pardon seemes to haue it then What foole dares trust the vnseald words of men Yet Turner will A reconciled foe Seemes a true friend to him would haue him so He thinks now Dunne is dead to die in peace but blood cries out for blood and doth not cease Till vengeance followes Vengeance euen at hand Whaits like a treacherous Groome of Sanquiers and When Turner nothing of his neere death thinkes But laughes plaies to his deaths-man drinkes Let 's his charg'd pistoll flie whose mouth spits lead With fire-wing'd speede striking the Fencer dead No ward auoides that blow Palâ— Death we see A fellow-gamester in all sports will be The Murtherers flee Iustiâ—e pursues with speede Th' Abettor Actor Author of this deede Who apprehended apprehend too late If friends helpe not the issue of their fate But friends will help One steps vnto the King Kneeles and thus pleads Leige Lord you are the spring From whence Nobilitie flowes And all our blood The neerer yours it comes the neerer good As you first gaue so let your power preserue Those that are set a part the Crowne to serueâ— Others by fit election these by fate Are made hereditarie to the State Distinguish'd from the common ranke of those Who only know they are not when they rose And priuiledâ—ge aboue the raskall rout Whose words and deeds haue reference to account Else why did our bold fathers with the losse Of lymmes and liues honors for vs ingrosse O why do these new Nobles deâ—râ—ly buy Those attributes for which they dare not die Or why should land or goldâ— which all things can Be giuen for â—itles if they mend not man And something adde besides an emptie sound To recompence the glosse of gold and ground If honour doth nought but a name afford A Lordship then is betteâ— then a Lord. Nobilitie this priuiledge doth bring It makes the owner something like a king Exempting him from penall lawes which crack With heauy pressure the poore Commons back This Sir I speake t' excite your royall power To rescue Noble Sanquir who this houre Is by the too-strick't vnrespectiuâ— lawes Condemn'd to die a villa ines dâ—ath The cause And quarrell this The Barron chanc'd to play With a rude Fencer where both did bewray Their best ability at Rapier foyles The â—encer to vphold his credit toyles But wanteth skill which makes his hate arise And with an enuious thrust at Sanquirs eyes The wicked and inchantâ—d foyle depriuâ—s An eye of sight worth many Fencers liues The suffering Lord forbeares to kill him then But being after scorn'de by watermen Fidlers and such base instruments of hell For this foule blemish his great heart did swell And full of noble courage loth to do So blacke a deâ—de himselfe he puts it to His mans performance who obaide too soone Repentanâ—e came before the deede was done The equall lawes to equalls doth appoint An eye should haue an eye ioynt answere ioynt But where sucâ—â—ddes of persons be I ghesse An eye should haue a life to boote no lesse Yet not on this or that doth Sanquir stand His death his life his doome is in your hand He doth confesse the foulnesse of his guilt He sorrowes for the blood that he hath spilt Your mercy royall Sir he doth implore For this rash act who neuer beg'd before Scarce had he donâ— and e're the king could speake An other thus begins If you should wreake Each English peasants life with bloud so hie As noble Sanquir is No memorie Of your faire traine of Natiue Scots should stand To let times know the glory of that land Souldiers must doffe their armes and gowns put on If villaines so foule may passe vpon Lords vnreueng'de or if those antique names Those honors trophees and eternall fames We got by killing many Englishmen Be for the death of one thus lost agen If thus to quench the fewde you pleased are You thereby quench the heart of lawfull warre Remember what a souldier he hath bin How easly might forget it was a sinne And thinke he did but chastice one of those Who'gainst his Leader muteni'de and rose Many of th' English haue been pardoned For treasons capitall Some honored For their knee-seruice and no other merit Then Sir let vs who lineally inherit Allegeance worth and honours sometime finde You left not all your Scottish blood behinde Nor meane to leaue vs in the hands of â—hose Who kill with law more friends then fewdes kil foes Thus ended he And then as in a Queere Of solemne singers one shall euer heareâ— After the Trebles hath the Antheme sung And their diuisions with shrill vtterance â—ung The Base the Tenor Counter-tenor sweet With Howboyes Cornets Trumpets Organs meet And ioyne their hye-stretcht notes that all the ring Seemes Eccho-like their sonnets to resing So did the graue and gallant troope which stood About the King like a dew-dropping wood Conuey their powres to make this consort full And cryed Be stil'd King â—ames the mercifull Or if to satisfie the course of law And stop Opinions wide-gull swallowing iaw Life must haue life take Carlisâ—e one for one And one to boote too so this Lord be none With that as if all aymes would this aduance Comes from the Regent and the King of France Letters intreating for their Pensioners life And last as if the difference of a wife Should from this fact take characters to know A true good wife from a good wife in show Comes his forsaken Lady all in blacke Wâ—ose youth from him did due beneuolence lacke Weeping intreating for her lost Lords sinne And then like fullomes that run euer in A baile of Gossips some true beggars borne Pittying this Lord more then the Lord of Lorne Beg his remission with obstreperous voice But mongst the rest she that made lowdest noise Was Turners Widdow whose shrill throat did yell That she was satisfied and all was well The king abhord it and his vpright heart Beholding these assaults on euery part Made it his glory to be onely good And from his crowne to wipe those staines of blood Thus he repliesâ— The crowne for Iustice sake Heau'n plac'd vpon our head which none can shake Or touch till with vniustice we make way And for respect that strict rule disobay God is our Guard of proofe that we may be A guard to you vnpartiall iust and