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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A96665	Plantagenets tragicall story or, The death of King Edward the Fourth: with the unnaturall voyage of Richard the Third, through the Red Sea of his nephews innocent bloud, to his usurped crowne. Metaphrased by T.W. Gent.	Wincoll, Thomas, d. 1675.; T. W. (Thomas Weaver), 1616-1663, attributed name.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1649 (1649)	Wing W2973A; Thomason E1217_4; ESTC R204054	37,810	141

cries ô Fury flie Most ugly and ill-boding Mercury Let that Planet which in thy birth did shine For c're be plucked from the wheel of Time Brother This Orphan word is all that 's left To me by cruel Fate yet unbereft O Heav'ns if any Heav'ns at all there be Serve all your Starry eyes this shame to see Done to a Sonne of yours An idl'effect Has your all-whirling course Let Swains erect Fair Altars then unto your pow'rs in Chief Which smile or else are senslesse at our grief Goe strike some Hermit Death perhaps for that Thou shalt be curst of nothing but his Cat Or feed thy Glutton blade thou foretopt Sire On those extracted out of baser mire And from impurer Clay thou meagre Clown How dar'st thou be a Rivall to the Crown For all our wealthy Summs of peace repos'd And lodg'd in him do'st think that wee 'll be nos'd With dust For life whose active oyle was spent I' th' publick Lamp do'st think wee 'll be content Onely with brine-steep'd eyes to speak him dead Or for the flourishing Laurells on his head With sullen Cypresse sure such vast arrears Life ow'd for actions which out-pac'd his years As it to save so long a times expence Hath now cōspir'd with death to take him hence I 'se send my soul up in a cloud of sighes From this imprison'd Chaos where it lies Unto my Brothers Ghost to sacrifice Thus far he roar'd in Ela till this note Muzled below a Gammut in his throate Brother Thy drowsy ashes I 'le arrest And try if thou canst break the marble chest Where I 'le intomb thy dust hoping to see My rubs shall all be spurn'd away like thee I 'le Crimson-dye the ground and taste no wine Prest from the grape but of the Orphans brine And be the Leader to so bold a Fray The Gyants onset was but cudgel play I 'le hamstring all the Sons of Men below And make the world but upon crutches goe Reader These words when once thou knowest all Thou 'lt swear true Copy of th' Originall And though my Muse should her quotations miss In other Texts yet that shee 's true in this What Gloster was I 'le not forestall your eye To give you here his brief Epitomy Since 't will advantage much if so you please To gain his Character by just degrees Which to a wrinckle will describe the same Without Hic Leo est upon the Frame Richard who now had told the world he griev'd Glad most of all that he was so beleev'd Beginning Night to make a heavy stay Upon the eyelids of the drowsy Day Gives now Command for all to seek repose Since they so long had broyl'd their brains in woes And thinks it time for him to still his cries Wiping those moistned Hypocrites his eyes When straight a Post arriving thither late Did strongly beat a Call o' th' Palace gate Who with a look that seemed for to be Ingendered ' twikt scorn and fecrecie Did tell the surly Porter that he came From his Duke Henry's Grace of * Hen Stafford Duke of Buckingham Buckingham His Masters name bespake the easie sence Of Glosters eare now rowz'd for audience Stout Stafford greets you well and lets you know In this new World hee 's prest to follow you Taking such part as bold atchivments must Where danger onely is the Feoff in trust For Honours Legacy Disband your feares He can recruit you with a Thousand Speares Now Lovell Cat'sby Ratcliffe enters in Whom sympathy of humors long did pin Upon his sleeve He of whom Poets tell That was designed to be Judge in Hell Needed but in Commission such a Three To hold the devils Gaole-delivery This trayterous Juncto now thus closely set Gloster begins to broach what he had kept Under more keyes lock'd in his brests abysse Then Horace dame the strong Falernian juice My faithfull souls were you not known to be Under the like aspects of Fate with me Ne're should my wound this day have taken aire Lest I a Gangrene or a Feaver feare But rather fast bound up for to endure Till time might bring a balsome for the cure A budding thought yet ne're my breast did bear Unlesse your bosomes did the blossomes wear Which makes me think this secret you 'l interre Making your hearts the onely Sepulcher How oft have you and I repin'd to see O The Kingdome sway'd by such a milksop Hee More fit to Tilt and Tourny with a Lasse Or whil'st she spots Vermilion hold the glasse That beauteous * Jane Shoar the beloved Concubine of Edward the 4. Shar where he so oft arriv'd Could with her Oar both Law and Justice guide The Judge is deaf-unto the Pleaders cry Be it enacted from her very eye So many nets as gestures to ensnare Affections and with pleasing smiles to dare All men to serve her eye-beames could defray A pow'r not onely for to presse but pay All Honours Offices did streame from hence She blest or blasted with her influence Ask me not why Hee 's but a Fool will prate Thinking on Reason to inoculate The graffs of phansie who to take pretends Cloud-climbing heights of Princes favors stands On equal monture with them since their pleasure Is th' onely Jacob staffe by which they measure Shall Harlots Fillets bind on Princes Crownes And Statute Law phylacterize their Gownes Cease Students then on many prints to look For Shoars faire face was made your stature book Brave sport my friends to see a King thus led To sport men out of thousands in his bed Some gallant Trophies did his reigne repleat But all the Laurel's maystned with our sweat The quill was dipt i' th' Standish of my wounds That wrote th' Indentures of his purchas derowns I clipt great * Rich Nevill or Make-King Earle of Warwick greatly beloved of the commons in those daies Warwicks high-aspiring wings Who thought it lesse to be then set up Kings Now let your thoughts resent well our affaires On which depends our hopes and of our Heires For to enstall us with the peoples love Some of the Serpent needs as well's the Dove First 't will doe well to cast some oil i' th' fire Of that fast rooted unappeased ire Long bred between us of Plantagenets line And the Queens upstart Lordlings of her Kinne Thus having tutor'd well our passions so That whilst each part shall challengeout his Foe Wee 'l lay the capstone where we mean to build And rear our Trophies in the blood that 's spill'd Then shall no rubb once boldly dare to peep When we 're dispos'd the Alley for the sweep Like as Mower when he barbs the meads If any surly Bents perk up their heads Fodders his sithe as he along doth passe In the soft entrails of the withring grasse I bind you fast by Styx conceale our ends Hearts are the Midwives at the birth of friends And thus we having jointed close before The severall rifts and chinks of every doore No glim'ring

the sword but for to see That I a Sacrifice am made by thee Who for to raise the Out-works of thy crown Slighted the Brest-work of my Faith to drown Where I expected Palms and all my suits Blasted like Sodoms most accursed fruits To tread on Thorns when men of my deserts Are Crown'd with roses Heav'ns how it smarts Is this to build the seat of Tyranny To pull those stayers down he climbed by Loathing the fight of our guilt-striking faces As Debtors do of Bayliffs to whose Graces They owe the payment of those borrow'd sums Of favours lent unto such bankrupt sons Had I serv'd God with so sincere Religion As I have tend'red to his damn'd Ambition I never at his hands should need t' have cry'd Mercy O mercy and been thus deny'd O could my-brine-steep'd prayers now prevail To cut off from my Children this Intail Of wickednesse 'T is Grace must sue a Fine To cut off sins Reversion from my line Though Gloster seems to cut down ev'ry Tree That clouds th' ambitious prospect of his eye One sturdy Oak may yet remain unslain Of which at length he may his gallows claim Well this Revenge I 'le take I 'le on before In Domes-dayes book to write so dire a score When Richards conscience shall read the tally The Stygian flames shal lighten through the sally Of an infernall blush Beware the shelf Statesmen where I unhappy split my self Who lendeth Hastings to a Tyrant shall Lose both his Interest and Principall Their Maxim is they may the charges save Of paying wages to desert a Grave Is full discharge and seems to cancell all Claimes and demands that were or ever shall T is a cheap trick to quarrell such from hence Whose over merit was their worst offence But ah my understanding's stricken blind T'record a passage that now comes in mind At the same time the Lords at Pomfret dy'd So Fate had taught her rowling wheels to slide Ensnar'd by Hastings the same day and hour Was he himselfe cut shorter in the Tow'r But thou my Muse dare not with feeble wings Soar to the height of Gods eternall things Forgetting that thy plumes can't raise thee high't Then the ground but alwaies learn t' admire His mystick Secrets which none know but they That have shak't off the luggage of their clay Gloster knowing such crownes are hedg'd with thorn As are upon usurping foreheads worn Takes Stafford for a glove whose Eloquence Might break the hedge or pluck them from the fence Like as the Ape made use of Pusses foot To scrape the embers for the roasted nut Hee 's now in labour and the Gossyps come Wondring to see such struglings in the womb Of his design the throwes are violent And one in hast is for a midwise sent 'T was strange to hear that Richard waited him When few beleev'd he was so near his Time This part was Staffords who did here great sted By 's skill to bring Ambition ●●e a bed False Buckingham whose tongue 's the onely part In him I can commend had learn'd the art To broach what ever he had barrel'd up Not like to some which have more bung then tap Opening the golden floudgates of his throat He charm'd the people with a pleasing note And mounted on a high Tribunall spake Fitter't had been a Gibbet or a Stake Stroaking the vulgar beast in lushions stile As made it stand wide gaping all the while Like as they say the Egyptian Crocodile When Trochilus picks his teeth there is a Time He saith when Heaven doth to States designe To carve out Happinesse they must expect Never to cut so well if they neglect Coy Virgins which refuse to pluck their May May sighting sit but long enough may stay The Blessing to this Isle so long was meant God by the Duke of Gloster now hath sent A Prince so fit for rule that should we slight The tender is too good for such despight 'T is he will doe in Kingdomes what the brain Of pregnant Archimedes ne're could sain In scatt'ring all the brutish fogs which rest I' ch' brackish fens of mans ungovern'd brest Through Justice which if once of this berest The largest Kingdome is the greatest Theft If that this worlds great All be subt'ly fram'd Into a Harp as by Synesius nam'd Hee 'll winde the strings and move the fingers so That sweet-life breathing Ayres thence shal flow Composing well that Musick-book of white And blacker notes and tune them to delight Being in Libra alwaies known to sit Ordering affairs as the day and night When Sol runs round the girdle of the year Do in the yernall Equinox appear To make it short his Word-robe was you see Set out wich flowers of Embroidery Save that this generall sault it did contain Each colour's counterseit and hone in grain Like to a writhel'd Carion I have seen In stead of fifty write her down fifteen Wearing her bought complexion in a box And ev'ry morn her closet-sace unlocks Plants cherries in her cheeks her eye she chears And with her pencill cancells thirty years Opening her lustfull windows which are shown Nigh to the navell o're with Lillies sown Clad in the ruins of a Brokers shop Her musky mouth she practiseth to ope To a just size by magick of her glasse She learneth how to set Spells in her face So long till with her poysned past she get Some witlesse gallant for to take the bait And nothing can his love-sick heat asswage Burning far hotter then the Dog-days rage But day and night God Hymen doth invoke Till they are coupled in the wedding yoke But thinking in the morn to kisse his bride He finds an ugly Proserpine by 's side Smelling all over like a Surgeons box Of salves and unguents if she scape the Then let me dye if any vice can say It more deserves the great Anathema Of all mankind then this which seeks t' entrap By nearest unto vertue keeping Shop The silly Bird when she the fowler spies Approaching her with blear and running eyes Rowling in 's crafty hands a pair of beads From this same holy man she nothing dreads Till at the length full tremblingly she stands A prey to th' blood and rapine in his hands In all Heav'ns court there 's ne're a deity But deeply suffers by Hypocrisy Having wound up the bottome of his speech The Duke stood listning seeming to beseech A Plaudit from the ' maz'd circumstants who Were speechlesse like pale Images of dough And could not all raise such a Stock of breath As made up a reply as if that death Had by the fatall Sisters then been sent To seise upon their clayey Tenement So fat from hugging of such thoughts as these Their loyall hearts were all Antipodes Taking their silence for a joint consent H' interprets counter what the people meant Saluting Gloster King which welcome peal Was onely by his servants rung through zeal Unto their Lords commands but could not hire A voice in Consort with Rebellions