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A20853	The tragicall legend of Robert, Duke of Normandy, surnamed Short-thigh, eldest sonne to William Conqueror. VVith the legend of Matilda the chast, daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater, poysoned by King Iohn. And the legend of Piers Gaueston, the great Earle of Cornwall: and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second. By Michaell Drayton. The latter two, by him newly corrected and augmented	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Matilda.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Peirs Gaveston Earle of Cornwall.	1596 (1596)	STC 7232; ESTC S116748	75,207	228

tears sith eyes your small drops cannot see And since the Fountains cease of my full eyes Teares get you eyes and help to pitty mee And water them which timelesse sorrow dryes Teares giue me teares lend eyes vnto my eyes So may the blind yet make the blind to see Else no help is to them nor hope to mee 189 Body and eyes vsurping others right Both altring vse contrarie vnto kind That eyes to eyes those dark which shold giue light The blind both guide guided by the blind Yet both must be directed by the mind Yet that which both their trustie guide should be Blinded with care like them can nothing see 190 The day abhors thee and from thee doth slie Night followes after yet behind doth stay This neuer comes though it be euernie This ere it comes is vanished away Nor night nor day though euer night and day Yet all is one still day or euer night No rest in darknes nor no ioy in light 191 Whilst light did giue me comfort to my mone Teares sound a meane to sound my sorrows deepe But now alasse that comfort being gone Tears do want eies which shold giue tears to weepe Whence I lost ioy there care I euer keepe What gaue me woe from me doth comfort take Delight a sleepe now sorrow still must wake 192 I saw my ill when ill could scarclie see I saw my good when I my good scarce knew Now see not ill when as my ill sees mee Hasting to that which still doth mee pursue VVith my lost eyes sorrow my state doth view In blindnes loosing hope of all delight And with my blindnes giue my cares full light 193 As man himselfe so the most hatefull beast The Worme enioyes the ayre as well as wee The little Gnat or thing that liues the least Of this by nature kindly is made free what thing hath mouth to brethe but eyes to see Though honor lost yet might I humbly craue To haue what beasts or flies or pore worms haue 194 Mine eyes hurt not the Sun nor steale the day Except a candle they see neuer light These monstrous walls do take that doubt away What feare then y t they shold harme y e night Needles is that sith tears haue blotted sight I know not then frō whence this hate should rise Except it onely be that they be eyes 195 The man-betraying Basilisk hath eyes Although by sight those eyes be made to kill Though her owne works be made her enemies Though naturally ordained vnto ill Yet in her selfe so iust is nature still How monstrous then am I alone in nature Denide of that she giues the vilest creature 196 Oh tyrannie more cruell far then death Though death be but the end of tyranie Death lends vs sight whilst she doth giue vs breath Of all the sences that the last doth dye In lyuing death how miserable am I In life of this sence me thus to depriue To make the others dye my selfe aliue 197 Eyes which with ioy like Sunnes haue risen oft To view that holy Citties glorious Towers And seene the Christian Ensignes raisd aloft Crowning the walls like garlands of rare flowers Now lie you perrisht in your Iuory bowers Nor shal you henceforth boast what you haue been But leaue the minde to thinke what you haue seen 198 You which haue seene faire Palestine ●estor'd And gorgeous Syon from the Paynims freed The Sepulcher of your most glorious Lord And y t faire Mount wher his sweet woūds did bleed And with these sights my hungry soule did feed Within you brincks be drownd in your own blood Which oft haue view'd great Iordans sacred flood 199 Rake vp the sparks which nourished your fire VVithin the ashes of consumed eyes Those little brands which kindled youths desire The haples starrs of passed miseries VVander no more within your circling skies Vnder the Globes great compasse euer roule And in my minds great world now light my soule 200 Good night sweet Sunns your lights are cleane put out Your hollow pits be graues of all your ioy VVith dreadfull darknes compassed about VVherein is cast what murther can destroy That buried there which did the world annoy Those holy Fanes where vertue hallowed stood Become a place of slaughter and of blood 201 Poure downe your last refreshing euening dew And bathe your selues in fountains of your tears The day no more shall euer breake to you The ioyfull dawne no more at all appears No cheerfull sight your sorrow euer cheers Shut vp your windows ere constraint compell Be-take your selues to nights eternall Cell 202 HIS passion ending Fortune discontent Turning her back as shee away would flie Playing with fooles and babes incontinent As neuer toucht with humane misery Euen after death shewing inconstancy As straight forgetting what she had to tell To other speech and girlish laughter fell 203 VVhē graceful Fame conuaying thence her charge With all these troupes attended royallie Gaue me this booke wherein was writ at large Great Norman Roberts famous history T'amaze the world with his sad Tragedy But Fortune angry with her foe therefore Gaue me this gift That I should still be poore FINIS THE ARGVMENT OF MATILDA MATILDA for her beauty named the faire A second Lucretia the daughter of a noble Barron the Lorde Robert Fitzwater a man of great wisdom courage was long time followed of king Iohn who sought by all meanes possible to winne her to his vnlawfull desire But finding that all hee could deuise tooke no effect such was her wonderfull chastitie hee sought by force to take her from the Court and to sende her to some secret place where hee might fitlie accomplish his wicked intent but his purpose was preuented by her Fathers pollicie The King hereat enraged through despight subborned certaine malicious persons subtilly to accuse the Lord Fitzwater of rebellion where-vpon hee is banished Matilda flieth to Dunmowe in Essex and there became a Nunne in a Religious house there builded by IVGA a Virgin one of her Auncestors to vvhich place the King sendeth one to solicite his old sute with poyson eyther to yeelde to his desire or to end her life Shee seeing her Father banished none left to succour her and fearing to be takē out of the Nunnary tooke the poyson and ended her dayes THE LEGEND of Matilda the chaste 1 IF to this some sacred Muse retaine Those choise regards by perfect vertue taught And in her chaste and virgin-humble vaine Doth kindlie cherrish one pure May den thought In whom my death hath but true pittie wrought By her I craue my life be reueald Which black obliuion hath too long concealed 2 Or on the earth if mercie may be found Or if remorce may touch the harts of men Or eyes may lend me teares to wash my wound Or passion be exprest by mortall pen Yet may I hope of some compassion then Three hundreth yeeres by all men ouer-past Now finding one to pittie mee at last 3 You blessed Imps

doth run The Marble-skyes with checker'd varnish faire My branch-embossed bed of natures care The flowers my smell the slood my thirst to steep Thus like a King with pleasure rock'd a sleepe 8 VVhen in a dreame it seemed vnto mee A noyse of trumpets from the flood arose As when great BETA in her pompe wee see VVhen shee by London on the water goes The dauncing Barge with silent musick rowes The people thronging on the wharfes shores The ayre with shouts the water fill'd with oares 9 A troope of Nymphes came suddainly on land When thus was ended this tryumphant sound Encompassing mee lying on the strand Taking theyr places on the grassy ground Theyr ory tresses all with Laurell crown'd Casting theyr sober modest eyes a space Vpon my swarty mellancholly face 10 Betwixt two Ladies came a goodly Knight As newly brought from some distresfull place It seem'd to mee he was some noble wight Though his attyre were miserable and base And care made furrowes in his manly face And though cold age had frosted his faire haires It rather seem'd for sorrow then for yeares 11 The one a princely Lady did support This feeble Image which coulde sarcly stand The other fleering in disdainfull sort With scornefull iesture drew him by the hand VVho being blind yet bound with many a band At length I found this proude disdainefull Dame Was FORTVNE and the other glorious FAME 12 FAME on his right hand in a robe of gold VVhose stately trayne Time as her Page did beare On which for rich embrawdery was enrold The deedes of all the VVorthies euer were So strōgly wrought as wrong could not empeire VVhose large memorialls shee did still rehearse In Poets man-immortalizing verse 13 Two Tables on her goodly breast shee bore The one of Christall th'other Ebony Engrau'd with names of all that liu'd before That the faire booke of heauenly memory Th'other the black scrowle of infamy One stuffd with Poets Saints Conquerers Th'other with Atheists Tyrants Vsurers 14 And in her words appeared as a wonder Her during force and neuer-failing might VVhich softly spake farre of were as a thunder And round about the world wold take their flight And bring the most obscurest things to light That still the farther of the greater still Did euer sound our good or make our ill 15 Fortune as blinde as he whom she doth leade Her feature chang'd each minute of the hower Her riggish feet fantastickly would tread Now would shee smile suddainly would lower And w t one breth her words were sweet sower Vpon her foes she amorously would glaunce And on her followers coylie looke a scaunce 16 About her necke it seem'd as for a chaine Some Princes crownes broken scepters hong Vpon her arme a lazie youth did leane VVhich scornfully vnto the ground shee flong And with a wanton grace passing along Great bags of gold from out her bosome drew And to base Pesants and fond Ideots threw 17 A dusky vaile which hid her sightles eyes Like clowds which couer our vncertaine liues Painted about with bloody Tragedies Fooles wearing crownes wisemen clogd in giues Now how she giues againe how she depriues In this black Map thus shee her might discouers In Campes and Courts on soldiers kings louers 18 An easie rysing little banck there was The seate fayre FLORA somtime sat vpon Curling her locks in louely Isis glasse To reuell in the Springs pauilion Here was her court and this her princly throne Here set they downe this poore distressed man And in this sort proude Fortune first began 19 BEhold quoth she this Duke of Normandy The heire of William Conqueror of this Ile VVhich thou poore Fame hast vow'd to glorifie VVhose history this Poet must compile My slaue my scorne my prisoner an exile Whose life I mark'd with my black dismall brand And thou would'st now eternize with thy hand 20 Thou art an Eccho a by-word a wind Thine ayrie bodie is composd of breath A wandring blast within no place confin'd VVhich oft of nothing silly somthing saith Yet neuer canst speake well till after death And from imagination hast thy birth Vnknowne in heauen vnperceiu'd on earth 21 First in opinion had'st thou thy creation Form'd with conceit the needy Poets frend And like opinion keep'st no certaine fashion Yet in a circle still thy course doth end And but a Post which all base rumors send An needles burden of an idle song The prophane accent of each witles tongue 22 Slaunders vile spy a runnagate a thiefe VVhich day and night in euery chinck doth peepe A blab a wanton lightest of beliefe Nor in thy gate a meane doost euer keepe But now hie in the ayre now in the deepe Reporting that which thou doost but suppose And telling that thou neuer should'st disclose 23 VVith extreame toyle and labour thou art sought Danger the way that leadeth to thy Cell Onely with death thy fauours must be bought And who obtaines thee fetcheth thee from hell Where thou ensconst w t fiery swords dost dwell And when thou art with all this perrill found Thou art a suddaine voice a tinckling sound 24 My out-cast abiects such as I disgrace And euer-more haue held in hatefull scorne And in the world haue set in seruile place These be thy fauorits these thou doost subborne These wait on Fame whose weeds be neerly worne Yet cannot these poore wretches come to thee Vnlesse before they be preferr'd by mee 25 That trump thou saist wakes dead men from theyr traunce Is not of precious gold as somē do deeme A brazen pipe by which vaine fooles do daunce And but to sound so loude doth onely seeme Sith points of vertue no man doth esteeme And with this toy the idle braine abusest And so their folly and thy fault excusest 26 Except in perrill thou doost not appeare And yet in perrill ebbing still and flowing Flying from him that seeth succour neere Diminished at hand augmented going On fertile stocks decay'd on barraine growing Lost life with rumors thou doost but repayre And what thou promisest thou payest with ayre 27 In balefull Hearses sad and sable grounds On gory letters thy memorialls lye Thy lines are deepe immedicable wounds And towards the dust thou point'st thy tearful eye Neuer discouer'd but in Tragedy Thy stony hart is pittifull to none But Syren-like to their destruction 28 This orbes great reuolution knowes my power And how I raigne with the eternall Fates VVith whom I sit in counsell euery howre On change of times subuersion of states On their beginnings on their seuerall dates In destining haps past on things to come In iudgement till the euerlasting dome 29 The starrs my table-Table-bookes wherein I write My Register the spacious circling Sky On heauens great brow I carefully endite Vnhappy mans long birth-markt desteny And by my power my lawes I ratefy And his fraile will imperiously controule VVith such quaint clauses as I there enroule 30 To me the heauens haue theyr Commission

wit wit courage arms This is the thred which leadeth on his will This is the steere which guides him in these storms To see his good and to foresee his harms Not flying life in fortune so content Not fearing death as truly valient 144 He feasts desire with sweetest temperance Greatnes he decks in modesties attire Honor he doth by humblenes aduance By sufferance he raiseth courage hier His holy thoughts by patience still aspire To fashion vertue strangely he doth seeke Making poore hope impatient sorrow meeke 145 Then in his ioy he nothing lesse inioyes Still of him selfe the worser part he is What most shold please him him the most annoyes Of his there's nothing can be called his And what he hath that doth he euer misse His thought of conquest so doth rest inuade Thus is he made as vnto others made 146 All things to him be prosperous as he would Not trusting Fortune nor distrusting Fate Resolu'd to hope hap what soever could Ioying in woe in ioy disconsolate Ioy lightneth woe woe ioy doth moderate Carelesse of both indifferent twixt either VVooed of both yet yeelding vnto neither 147 Endlesse his toyle a figure of his fame And his life ending giues his name no end Lasting that forme where vertue builds the frame Those sums vnnumbred glory giues to spend Our bodies buried then our deeds ascend Those deeds in life to worth cannot be rated In death with life our fame euen then is dated 148 VVilling to doe he thinketh what to doe That what he did exactly might be done That due foresight before the act might goe VVhich wisely warning might all errors shun That care might finish what he had begun Iustly directed in the course of things By that straight rule which sound experience brings 149 From famous Godfrey and the Christian hoast Vnto the migty Grecian Emperor Now is he sent through many perrils tost This Norman Duke the braue Ambassador His royall spirit so much ne're seene before As with his princely traine when he doth come Before the towne of faire Bizantium 150 From forth the holy Region is he sent Bending his coure through Macedon and Thrace Yet neuer would he sleepe but in his Tent Till he return'd vnto that hallowed place Till he beheld that famous Godfreis face Nor neuer rest his body in a bed Till Palaestine were free deliuered 151 Triumphall prowesse true disposed care Cleare-shining courage honourable intent Vertuous-apparreld manhood thoughts more rare Mind free as heauen imperiall gouernment Numbers of vertues in one sweet consent Gyfts which the soule so highly beautifie Humble valour valiant humilitie 152 Sweet ayre with Angels breath be thou refin'd And for his sake be made more pure then ayre And thether let some gentle breathing wind From Paradice bring sweets which be most rare Let Sommer sit in his imperiall chayre And clothe sad Winter in the cheerefull prime Keeping continuall Sommer in the clime 153 Delight be present in thy best attire And court his eyes with thy delightfull change Oh warme his spirit with thy soule-feasting fire To base delight-abusers be thou strange Such as in vainest pleasures boundlesse range For pleasure he all pleasures quite forsooke And arm'd with zeale these toiles first vndertooke 154 O let Danubius in her watry roome VVhere she the name of Ister first did take VVith threescore riuers swelling in her wombe With seauen large throats her greedy thirst to slake Doth swallow in the great worlds vastie lake Vnto all regions which doe know her name In Roberts glory tell our countries fame 155 And broad-brim'd Strymon as she vaulteth on Slyding along the fertill Thracian shore Kissing the stronds of famous Macedon Which once the name of old Aemathia wore Whose fame decay'd her drops do now deplore May raise another Orpheus with her mones To sing his praise vnto her trees and stones 156 Time on his life thy gathered store disburse VVhich may enrich thee with eternall gaine VVhich art a beldame now become a nurse And in his end begin his glorious raigne That yet truth may of truth be forc'd to faine That of his praise thy selfe a part maist be VVhich praise remaines the better part of thee 157 O thou immortall Tasso Aestes glory VVhich in thy golden booke his name hast left Enrold in thy great Godfreis liuing story VVhose lines shall scape vntoucht of ruins thest Yet vs of him thou hast not quite bereft Though thy large Poems onely boast his name Ours was his birth and we will haue his fame 158 The curious state of greatnes he doth scorne Carelesse of pomp to be magnificent Deeming the noblest minded noblest borne Him worthiest honor which the furthest went His blood most pure whose blood in wars most spent Esteeming all fond titles toyes of naught Most honoring those which were with peril bought 159 His richest roabes are his approoued Armes His sports were deeds of peerelesse chiualrie He flies all pleasures as the Syrens charmes To his great mind no pleasing harmonie Not touch't with childish imbecillitie As sacriledge to his religious mind To mix base thoughts with those of heauenly kind 160 A mind which of it selfe could rightly deeme Keeping a straight way in one certaine course As a true witnes of his owne esteeme Feeding it selfe from his owne springing source And by himselfe increasing his owne force Desirous still him daylie to enure To endure that men thought none could endure 161 Deuinest touch instinct of highest heauen Most gracefull grace purest of puritie To mortall man immortall vertue giuen Manhood adorn'd with powerfull dietie Discreetfull pitty hallowed pietie In secret working by itselfe confest In silent admiration best exprest 162 Not spur'd with honor dearely louing peace Constant in any course to which he fell A spirit which no asffliction could oppresse Neuer remou'd where once his thought did dwell Opynionate that what he did was well VVhich working now vpon so good a cause Approueth his conceit the surest lawes 163 No braggarts boast nor ostentacious word Out of his mouth is euer heard proceed But on his foe-mans curats with his sword In characters records his valiant deed That there vnpartiall eyes might plainly reed In modest silence by true vertue hid That though he dumb his deeds told what he did 164 He cheres his Souldiers with sweet honied words His princely hand embalmes the maimeds wound Vnto the needie gold he still affords To braue attempts encouraging the sound Neuer dismaid in perrill is he found His Tent a seate of iustice to the greeu'd A kingly court when need should be releeu'd 165 His life each hower to danger he doth giue Yet still by valour he with perrill striues In all attempts as he did scorne to liue Yet lyuing as his life were many liues Oft times from death it seemes that he reuiues Each hower in great attempts he seemes to die Yet still he liues in spight of ieopardie 166 Euen by that town o're which his Lord did weepe Whose precious tears were shed