that first did them inuent Both armies fit and at the point to fight The French assuring of themselues the day Send to the King of England as in spight To know what he would for his Ransome pay Who with this answere doth their scorne requite â—pray thee Herault wish the French to stay And e'r the day be past I hope to see That for their Ransomes they shall send to mee The French which found how little Henry makes â—f their vaine boasts as set therewith on fire Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes â—he Constable to raise his spleene the hyer â—hus speaks Braue frieÌ„ds now for your Grandsires saks â—our countrys honor or what may inspire Your souls with courage strain vp all your power To make this day victoriously ours Forward stout French your vallours and aduance â—y taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine â—nd strongly fixe the Diadem of France Which to this day vnsteadâ— doth remaine Now with your swords their Traitors bosoms lance â—nd with their bloods wash out that ancient staine And make our earth drunke with the English gore Which hath of ours oft surfetted before Let not one liue in England once to tell â—hat of their King or of the rest became Nor to the English what in France befell But what is bruted by the generall fame But now the Drums began so loud to yell As cut off further what he would declame And Henry seeing them on so fast to make Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake THinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause And he 's no man their number that will wâ— Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause The more they are the greater is our prey We 'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes And let report to England this conuey That it for me no ransome e'r shall rayse Either I l'e Conquer or here end my dayes It were no glory for vs to subdue Them then our number were the French no moâ— When in one battaile twice our Fathers flew Three times so many as themselues before But to doe something that were strange and new Wherefore I aske you Came we to this shore Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowâ— And with their swords we 'l hew yan forrest dâ— The meanest Souldier if in fight hee take The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne Without controule shall him his prisoner make And haue his ransome freely as his owne Now English lyes our honour at the stake And now or neuer be our valour showne God our cause Saint George for England sta 〈…〉 Now charge them English fortune guide yoâ— haâ— When hearing one wish all the valiant men At home in England with them present were The King makes answere instantly againe I would not haue one man more then is here â—â—e subdue lesse should our praise be then â—euer come lesse losse shall England beare And to our numbers we should giue that deed Which must from Gods own powerfull hand proceed The dreadful charge the drums trumpets sound With hearts exalted though with humbled eyes When as the English kneeling on the ground Extend theâ—r hands vp to the glorious skies Then from the earth as though they did rebound â—iue as fire immediatly they rise And such a shrill shoute from their thrâ—ats they sent As made the French to stagger as they went Wherwith they stopt when Erpingham which led 〈…〉 e Army saw the shout had made them stand 〈…〉 ting his warder thrice about his head â—e cast it vp with his auspitious hand â—hich was the signall through the English spread â—hat they should charge which as a dread coÌ„mand Made them rush on yet with a second rore Frighting the French worse then they did before But when they saw the enemy so slowe â—hich they expected faster to come on 〈…〉 e scattering shot they sent out as to showe 〈…〉 their approach they onely stood vpon â—hich with more feruour made their rage â—o glow â— much disgrace that they had vnder-gone Which to amend with Ensignes let at large Vpon the English furiously they charge At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy Tyde Shou'd by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise At the full height against the ragged side Of some rough Cliffe of a Giganticke sise Foming with rage impetuously doth ride The angry French in no lesse furious wise Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse Assayle the English to disperse their force When as those Archers there in ambush layd Hauing their broad side as they came along With their barb'd Arrows the French Horses pay And in their â—lankes like cruell Hornets stong They kick and cry of late that proudly nay de And from their seates their Armed riders flong They ranne together flying from the Dike And make their riders one another strike And whilst the front of the French vanguard ma 〈…〉 Vpon the English thinking them to Route Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes And being wounded turne themselues about The bit into his teeth the Courser takes And from his Ranke flyes with his Master out Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne If in the throng not both together throwne Tumbling on heapes some of their Horses cast With their foure feete all vp into the ayre Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last Soe breake their rains and thence their riders b 〈…〉 â—ome with their feete sticke in the stirrups fast â—y their fierce Iades and trayled here and there Entangled in their bridles one backe drawes And pluckes the bit out of anothers iawes With showers of shafts yet still the English ply â—he French so fast vpon the poynt of flight â—ith the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by â—or all this while had medled in the fight â—pon the Horses as in chase they fly â—rowes so thicke in such abundance light â—hat their broad buttocks men like buts might see Whereat for pastime bow-men shooting bee When soone De Lannies and Sureres hast â—ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle â—ith two light wings of Horse which had beene plac't â—ill to supply where any should recoyle â—t yet their forces they but vainely waste â—r being light into the generall spoyle Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine Yet scapes himselfe but braue Surreres slaine The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped â—ds his command that instantly it stay â—esiring Yorke so brauely that had led 〈…〉 hold his souldiours in their first array â—r it the Conflict very much might sted 〈…〉 mewhat to fall aside and giue him way Till full vp to him he might bring his power And make the Conquest compleat in an hower Which Yorke obayes and vp King Henry comes When for his guidance he had got him roome The dreadful bellowing of whose straitbracd dru 〈…〉 To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome And them with such stupidity benummes As though the earth had groaned from her wombe For
loue This opened wide the publike way whereby Ruine rusht in vpon the troubled Land Vnder whose weight it hapned long to lye Quite ouerthrowne with their il-guiding hand For their Ambition looking ouer-hie Could in no measure aptly vnderstand Vpon their heads the danger that they drew Whose force too soone they and their faction knew For whilst this braue Prince was imploid abroad Th' affaires of France his minde vp wholly tooke But being thus disburthen'd of that load Which gaue him leave into himselfe to looke The course he ranne in euidently show'd His late Allegeance that he off had shooke And vnder hand his Title set on foote To plucke their Red-Rose quite vp by the roote Thus hauing made a Regent of their owne By whom they meane great matters to effect For by degrees they will ascend the throane And but their owne all ayde they else neglect As with a tempest he to ground is blowne On whom their rage doth any way reflect Which good Duke Humfrey first of all must taste Whose timelesse death intemperately they haste This Henryes Vncle and his next of blood Was both Protector of the Realme and King Whose meekenesse had instiled him the Good Of most especiall trust in euery thing One to his Country constantly that stood As Time should say I foorth a man will bring So plaine and honest as on him I le rest The age he liu'd in as the onely best This graue Protector who both Realms had sway Whilst the Kings nonage his sound counsels crau'â— In his great wisedome when he throughly way'd How this French Lady here her selfe behau'd To make her Game againe how Suffolke play'd The Realmes from ruine hoping to haue sau'd Lost his deare life within a little space Which ouerthrew the whole Lancastrian race This Prince who still dar'd stoutly to oppose Those whom be sawe all but their owne to hate Then found the league o his inueterate soes To come vpon him wiâ—h the power of Fate And things to that extremitie still rose The certaine signe of the declining State As that their Faction euery day grew strong Perceiu'd his vertues like to suffer wrong Fierce Margarits malice propt with mighty me Her darling Suffolke who her forward drew Proud Sommerset of France the Regent then And Buckingham his power too well that knew The Cardinall Bewfort and with him agen Yorks great Arch-Prelate to make vp the crue By accusations doing all their best From the good Duke all Gouernment to wrest Who then compell the peacefull King to call Parliament their grieuances to heare 〈…〉 the Duke that to inforce his fall 〈…〉 y might haue something that might Collour beâ—â— â—ut then they doubt his answere and withall â—he murmuring people they farre more doe feare As their owne liues who lou'd him therefore they Must cast to make him secretly away And therefore with the Parliament proceed â—aint Edmunds-bury the appointed place Whereas they ment to doe the fatall deed Which with much quicknesse should decide the case The cruell manner soone they had deâ—reed And to the Act they hasten them apace On this good Prince their purpose ro effect Then when the people nothing should suspect No sooner was this great assembly met â—ut the high Marshall doth the Duke arrest And on his person such a guard they set That they of him were certainely possest His seruants were from their attendance lett And either sent to prison or supprest So that their Lord lefâ— in this piteous plight Lay'd in his bed was strangled in the night Then giue they out that of meere griefe he dyde To couer what they cruell had done But this blacke deede when once the day discride The frantique people to his Lodging runne â—ome rayle some curse yea little children chide Which forc'd that faction the faire streets to shun Some wish proud Suffolke sunke into the ground Somebid a plague the cruell Queene confound Thus their Ambition would not let them see How by his death they hastened their decay Nor let them know that this was only he Who kept the Yorkists euermore at bay But of this man they must the murtherers be Vpon whose life their safety onely lay But his deare blood them nothing could suffice When now began Queene Margarites Miserieâ— In either Kingdome all things went to wracke Which they had thought they could haue made to thi 〈…〉 His noble CouÌ„sells when they came to lacke Which could them with facility contriue Nor could they stay them in their going backe One mischiese still another doth reuiue As heauen had sent an host of horrors out Which all at once incompast them about Out flie the Irish and with sword and fire Vnmercied hauocke of the English made They discontented here at home conspire To stirre the Scot the borders to inuade The faithlesse French then hauing their desire To see vs thus in Seas of troubles wade In euery place outragiously rebell As out of France the English to expell The sturdy Normans with high pride in flamd Shake off the yoke of theiâ— subiâ—ction quite Nor will with patience heare the English nam'd Except of those that speake of them in spight But as their foes them publikely proclaim'd And their Alyes to open Armes excite In euery place thus Englands right goes downe Nor will they leaue the English men a Towne New-castle Constance Maleon and Saint lo With Castel-Galliard Argenton and Roane Pâ—nteu-de-mer with Forts and Cities moe Then which that Country stronger holds had none Set ope their gates and bad the English goe For that the French should then pâ—sâ—â—sse their owne And to the Armies vp the Forts they yeeld And turne the English out into the Field And that great Earle of Arminacke againe A puistant peere and mighty in estate Vpon iust cause who tooke in high disdaine To haue his Daughter so repudiate His countreys bordering vpon Aquitane Pursues the English nation with such hate As that he entred with his Armed powers And from that Dutchy draue all that was oâ—rs Th' inraged commons ready are to rise Vpon the Regent to his charge and layd That from his slacknesse and base cowardize These Townes were lost by his neglect of ayde Then follow Suffolke with confused cryes With Maine and Aniou and doe him â—pbrayd And vow his life shall for their losses pay Or at the stake their goods and liues to lay In th' open Session and Articulate Sâ—uen â—â—uerall Treasons vrg'd against them both As most p 〈…〉 tious members of the State Which was confirmed by the commons oath So that the King who sa 〈…〉 the peoples hate In his owneselfe though he were very loath â—o both the houses laâ—â—ly doth assent To â—et on Suffolke fiue yeares banishment His Soueraigne Lady Suffolke thus must leaue And she her seruant to her soule so deare Yet must they both conceale what they conceiue Which they would â—ot if any hâ—lpe
haue built thee Trophyes euery whâ—â— Wrought with our Crowne supported by thâ— Beâ—â— What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of â—ame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mountâ—cute ô base To aduance a â—raâ—tor to his â—oueraigne thus But to our Crâ—â—ne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall â—â—e Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents crâ—es Whom many a sad cuâ—se euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding theirâ— for whom our blood was 〈…〉 When in like language this great Earle agaiâ— Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former greeâ—e one thought to â—ntertaine Things are not now quoth he as once they were To talke of these past helpe it is in vaine What though it ease your heart please your eaâ—â— This is not it no â—t must be our Swords Must right our vvrongs deare Lady not our w 〈…〉 Madam quoth he by this my vexed heart On Edwards head which oft hath wish'd the Crown â—t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part â—his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe â—nd if from Henry Richard Neuill start Vpon my house let Heauen for euer frowne Of backe the Crown to this yong Prince I le bring Or not be VVarwicke if he be not King When they accord Prince Edward should affye Anne the Earles Daughter to confirme it more By Sacrament themselues they strictly tye By Armes againe King Henry to restore Or in the Quarrell they would liue and dye 〈…〉 ptising likewise in the oath they swore That th' Earle and Clarence should Protectors be When they King Henry and the Prince should free When soone great VVarwicke into England sends â—o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare â—â—g Henrys Title and to them commends â—â—at they should take his cause into their care â—ow is the time that he must try his friends â—hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the coÌ„mons rose Whom they should ayde and whom they should oppose Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre â— great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent â—arwicke vvhose name Fame sounded had so far 〈…〉 t men with Wonder view'd him as he went Of all men liuing the most popular Thought eu'ry houre to be but idely spent On Englands troubled earth vntill he were To view the troupes attending for him there And in his Army tooke with him along Oxford and Penbrooke who had beene destroy'd By Edward sworne now to reuenge their wrong By Burgoyne the French Admirall conuoy'd At whose Aâ—iue the shores with people throng At sight of Warwicke and so ouerioy'd That eu'ry one a VVarwicke VVarwicke cryes Well may the Red-Rose by great VVarwicke riâ—â— Like some black cloud which houering lately hu 〈…〉 Thrust on at last by th'windes impetuouspower The groues and fields comes raging in among As though both foules and flockes it would deuoure That those abroad make to the shelters strong To saue themselues from the outragious shower Sofly the Yorkists before VVarwicks Drummes Like a sterne Tempest roaring as he comes When Edward late who wore the costly Crowne Himselfe so high and on his Fortunes bore Then heard himselfe in euery place cry'd downe And made much lesse then he was great before Nor dares he trust himselfe in any Towne For in the In-lands as along the shore Their Proclamations him a Traytor make And each man charg'd against him Armes to takâ— For which the VVashes he is forc'd to wade And in much perill lastly gets to Lin To saue himselfe such shift King Edward made For in more danger he had neuer bin Where finding three Dutch Hulkes which lay for trade â—he great'st of them he hires to take him in Richard his brother Hastings his true friend Scarse worth one sword their personâ— to defend When VVarwicke now the only Prince of power Edward the fourth out of the Kingdome fled Commands himselfe free entrance to the Tower And sets th' Imperiall wreath on Henrys head Brings him through London to the Bishops bower By the applanding people followed Whose shâ—ill re-ecchoing shouts resounds from far A VVarwicke VVarwicke long liue Lancaster And presently a Parliament they call In which they attaint King Edward in his blood The lands and goods made forfâ—itures of all That in this quarrell with proud Yorke had stood Their friends in their old honours they install Which they had lost now by an act made good Intayle the Crovvne on Henry and his heyres The next on Clarence should they fayle in theirs Whilst VVarwicke thus King Henry doth aduance â—ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene â—uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance â—efore that time as seldome had bin seene That twice from Sea she was forc'd back to France As angry Heauen had put it selfe betvvene Her and her loyes and would a witnesse be That naughâ— but sorrow this sad Queene must see This might haue lent her comfort yet at last So many troubles hauing vndergone And hauing through so many perils past T' haue seene her husband setled on his Throne Yet still the skies with clowds are ouercast Well might shee heare but of this sees she none Which from far off as flying newes doth greet her Naught but mischance when she comes in must meet her But all this while King Edward not disâ—ay'd His brother Charles of Burgondy so plyes That though the subtill Duke on both side play'd Edward and Henry both his neere Allies Vpon the Duke King Edward yet so layd Hauing his sisters furtherance who was wise That Vnderhand his strength he sorestores As that he dar'd t' attempt the English shores With foureteene Ships from th' Easterlings being hir'd And foure Burgonians excellently man'd After some time with stormes and tempests tyr'd He neere the mouth of Humber haps to land Where though the Beacons at his sight were fir'd Yet few or none his entrance doe withstand For that his friends had giuen it out before He sought the Dukedome and he would no more Vpon his march when forward as he came Resolu'd to trye the very worst of Warre He Summons Yorke where of he bare the name To him her Duke her Gates that doth vnbarre And comming next to Rocke-rearâ— Nottingham Mountgomery Borough Harrington and Par Bring him their power at Lecester againe Three thousand came to Hastings that retaine To Couentry and keeping on his way Sets downe his Army in the Cities sight Whereas that time the Earle of Warwicke lay To whom he sends to dare him out to fight Which still the Earle deferrs from day to day Perceiuing
charge whereof proud Warwicke on him too 〈…〉 In their intended bus'nesse neuer slept Nor yet their former enterprise forsooke In t' Henryes Counsailes who had those that crept And did each day his actions ouerlooke From whom as their aduertisements still are So they their strengths accordingly prepare And in meane time the Kingdome to embroyle That with lesse noise their frieÌ„ds might raise an host They plâ—gue the seas with Piracy and spoyle And rob the Hauens all along the Coast They ne'r take pitty of their Natiue soyle For that they knew this would auayle them most That whilst the State was busied there about Armes might be rais'd within by those without And slaughtring many that were set toward Th' especiall Ports th'vnweldy Anchors wayde Of the Kings ships whose fraught as prize they sharde And them to Callice carefully conuayd With their stoâ—nâ— Fleet and his great Nauy darde As late by land so now by Sea they sway'd All in Combustion and their bloody rage Nor Sea nor Land can possibly asswage Then haue they Forces rais'd for them in Kent Their next and most conuenien place to land Where should the aduerse power their hopes preueÌ„t In Douer Road yet were their ships at hand And by their Posts still too and fro that went They certainly were let to vnderstand That Kent was surely theirs and onely stayd To rise in Armes the Yorkists power to ayde When Falconbridge who second Brother was To Salsbury they send away before To see no ships should out of Sandwich passe To hinder them from comming to the shore There of Munition tooke a wondrous Masse Heapt in that Towne that with abundant store He Armed many at their comming in Which on their side would scarcely else haue bin That they no sooner setled were on land But that in Armes th'rebellious Kentish rose And the Lord Cobham with a mighty band With their Calicians presently doth close That now they sway'd all with a powerfull hand And in small time so great their Armie growes From Sussex Surry and those parts about That of her safety London well might doubt But yet at last the Earies shee in doth let To whom the Clergy comming day by day From further sheers them greater forces get WheÌ„ towards Northampton making forth their way Where the sad King his Army downe had set And for their comming onely made his stay With all the force his friends could him afford And for a fight with all things fitly stor'd Who in his march the Earle doth oft molest By their Vauntcurrers hearing how he came In many a straight and often him distrest By stakes and trenches that his Horse might lame But the stout Yorkists still vpon them prest And still so fearefull was great Warwicks name That being once cryde on put them oft to flight On the Kings Army till at length they light When th' Earle of March theÌ„ in the pride of blood His Virgin valour on that day bestowes And furious Warwicke like a raging flood Beares downe before him all that dare oppose Old Salsbury so to his tackling stood And Fauconbridge so sayes amongst his foes That euen like leaues the poore Lancastrians fall And the proud Yorkists beare away the Ball. There Humphrey Duke of Buckingham expir'd King Henrys comfort and his causes friend There Shrewsbury euen of his foes admir'd For his high courage his last breath doth spend Braue Beamout there and Egremount lay tyr'd To death there Lucy had his lucklesse end And many a noble Gentleman that day Weltring in gore on the wild Champion lay The wretched King as Fortunes onely sonne His souldiers slaine and he of all forsaken Left in his Tent of men the most forlorne The second time a prisoner there is taken The wofull Queene out of the Battaile borne In a deepe swound and when she doth awaken Nothing about her heares but howles and cryes Was euer Queenes like Margarites miseries YOrke comming in from Irelandâ—n â—n the end And to his hands thus finds the Battaile wonâ— By the high Prowesse of his faithfull friend Great Warwicke and that valiant March his son Hâ—s present hopes the former so transcend That the proud Duke immediatly begun By his bold Actions to expresse his thought Through so mucâ— blood which he so long had sought The Kings Command'ment daring to deny His Soueraigne Lord being cal'd to waite vpon And on his Fortune beares himselfe so hiâ— That he in State presumes t'ascond his Throane From the Kings lodgings puts his â—â—â—uâ—nâ—s by And placeth in them such as were his owne So infinitely insolent the growes As he the Crowne at pleasure would dispose When he procures a Parliament with speed In which himselfe Protector he doth make And only Heire apparent to succeâ—d The King when death him from the world doth take And what had bene at Couentry decreed He there Annulls from him and his to shake The seruile yoke of all subiection quite Downe goes the red Rose and vp goes the white And he with Fortune that this while doth sport Seeing the Southern to him still were sure Thinks to the North if he should but resort He to his part the Northerne should procure Seeking all wayes his greatnesse to support Nor would an equall willingly endure Downe into Yorkshire doth to Sandall ride Whose lofty scyte well suted with his plide The vexed Queene whose very soule forgot That such a thing as patience it had knowne And but shee found her friends forsooke her not As madde as euer Hecuba had grovvne Whilst both her wrongs and her reuenge were hot Her mighty mind so downe could not be throvvne But that once more the bloody set shee le play With Yorke ere so he beare the Crovvne away And dovvne to Sandall doth the Duke pursue With all the povver her friends could her prouide Led by those Lords that euer had been true And had stood fast vpon King Henryes side With that most valiant and selected crue This brau'st of Queenes so vvell her businesse plide That comming soone to Sandals lofty sight Into the Field she dares him foorth to fight And for this Conflict there came on with her Her hope Prince Henry her deare only Sonne Stout Somerset and noble Excester Dukes that for Margarite mighty things had done Devon and Wilt Earles vsing to conferre With this vvise Queene when danger she vvould shun Vndaunted Clifford Rosse in vvar vp brought Barrons as braue as ere in battaile fought When this stout Duke who in his Castle stood With Salsbury who beat them all at Blore Both which were flesht abundantly with blood In those three But aâ—les they had wonne before Thought in their pride it would be euer Flood Noâ— gainst Queen Margarite that they needed more For they â—d Fortune chain'd with them about Thâ—t of theâ—â— conquest none but fooles could doubt And for the Field soone Marshalling their force All poore delayes they scornefully defie Nor will the Duke stay for
and high he did coruct Ere he himselfe could settle He made him turne and stop and bound To gallop and to trot the Round He scarce could stand on any ground He was so full of mettle When soone he met with Tomalin One that a valiant Knight had bin And to King Oberon of Kin Quoth he thou manly Fayrie Tell Oberon I come prepar'd Then bid him stand vpon his guard This hand his basenesse shall reward Let him be ue'r so wary Say to him thus that I defie His slanders and his infamie And as a mortall enemie Doe publickly proclaime him Withall that if â— had mine owne He should not weare the Fayrie Crowne But with a vengeance should come downe Nor wee a King should name him This Tomalin could not abide To heare his Soueraigne vilefide But to the Fayrie Court him hide Full furiously he posted With euery thing Pigwiggen sayd How titâ—e to the Crowne he layd And in what Armes he was arrayd As how himselfe he boasted Twixt head and foote from poynt to poynt He told th'arming of each ioynt In euery piece how neat and quaint For Tomalin could doe it How fayre he sat how sure he rid As of the courser he bestrid How Mannag'd and how well he did The King which listned to it Quoth hee goe Tomalin with speede Prouide me Armes prouide my Steed And euery thing that I shall need By thee I will be guided To strait account call thou thy wit See there be wanting not a whit In euery thing see thou me fit Iust as my foes prouided Soone flew this newes through Fayrie land Which gaue Queene Mab to vnderstand The Combat that was then at hand Betwixt those men so mighty Which greatly she begâ—n to â—â—w Perceiuing that all Fayrie knâ—w The first occasion from her grew Of these affaires so weighty Wherefore attended with her Maydes Through fogs and mists and damps shee wades To Proserpine the Queene of shades To treat that it would please her The cause into her hands to take For ancient loue and friendships sake And soone thereof an end to make Which of much care would ease her A while there let we Mab alone And come we to King Oberon Who Arm'd to meete his Foe is gone For proud Pigwiggin crying Who sought the Fayrie King as fast And had â—o well his iourneys cast That he arriued at the last His puissant foe espying Stout Tomalin came with the King Tom Thum doth on Pigwiggin bring That perfect were in euery thing To single fights belonging And therefore they themselues ingage To see them exercise their rage With faire and comely equipage Not one the other wronging So like in Armes these champions were As they had bin a very paire So that a man would almost sweare That either had bin either Their furious Steeds began to nay That they were heard a mighty way Their staues vpon their rests they lay Yet e'r they flew together Their Seconds minister an oath Which was indifferent to them both That on their Knightly faith aad troth No Magicke them supplyed And sought them that they had no charmes Wherewith to worke each others harmes But came with simple open armes To haue their causes tryed Together furiously they ran That to the ground came horse and man The blood out of their Helmets ran So sharpe were their incounters And though they to the earth were throwne Yet quickly they regain'd their owne Such nimblenesse was neuer showne They were two gallant mounters When in a second course againe They forward came with might and maine Yet which had better of the twaine The seconds could not iudge it Their shields were into pieces cleft Their Helmets from their heads were reft And to defend them nothing left These Champions would not budge yet Away from them their staues they threw Their cruell swords they quickly drew And freshly they the sight renew They euery stroke redoubled Which made Proserpina take heed And make to them the greater speed For feare lest they too much should bleed Which wondrously her troubled When to th' infernall Stix she goes She takes the Fogs from thence that rose And in a Bagge doth them enclose When well she had them blended She hyes her then to Lethe spring A bottell and thereof doth bring Wherewith she meant to worke the thing Which onely she intended Now Proserpine with Mab is gone Vnto the place where Oberon And proud Pigwiggen one to one Both to be slaine were likely And there themselues they closely hide Because they would not be espide For Proserpine meant to decide The matter very quickly And suddainly vntyes the Poke Which out of it sent such a smoke As ready was them all to choke So grieuous was the pother So that the Knights each other lost And stood as still as any post Tom Thum nor Tomalin could boast Themselues of any other But when the mist gan somewhat cease Proserpina commandeth peace And that a while they should release Each other of their perill Which here quoth shee I doe proclaime To all in dreadfull Plutoes name That as yee will eschew his blame You let me heare the quarrell But here your selues you must engage Somewhat to coole your spleenish rage Your grieuous thirst and to asswage That first you drinke this liquor Which shall your vnderstanding cleare As plainely shall to you appeare Those things from mee that you shall heare Conceiuing much the quicker This Lethe water you must know The memory destroyeth so That of our weale or of our woe It all remembrance blotted Of it 〈…〉 can you euer thinke For thâ—y 〈…〉 sooner tooke this drinke But nought into their braines could sâ—nke Of what â—ad them besotted King Oâ—eron forgotten â—ad That â—e for â—â—aâ—ousie ranne madd But of his Queene was wonderous glad And ask'd how he came thither Pigwiggen likewise doth forget That he Queene Mab had euer mett Or that they were so hard beset When they were found together Nor neither of them both had thought That e'r they had each other sought Much lesse that they a Combat fought But such a dreame were lothing Tom Thum had got a little sup And Tomalinâ—â—arse â—â—arse kist the Cup Yet had their braines so sure lockt vp That they remembred nothing Queene Mab and her light Maydes the while Amongst themselues doe closely smile To see the King caught with a wile With one another iesting And to tâ—e Fayrie Court they went With mickle iâ—y and merriment Which thing was done with good intent And thus I left them feasting FINIS THE QVEST OF CYNTHIA WHat time the groues were clad in greene The fields drest all in flovvers And that the sleeke-hayrd Nimphs were seene To seeke them Sommer Bowers Foorth rou'd I by the sliding Rills To find where Cynthia 〈…〉 Whose name so often from the hilles The Ecchos wondred at When me vpon my Quest to bring That pleasure might excell The Birds stroue which should sweetliest sing The flowers which sweet'st should smell