some cause espy'd With strength and colour for his cause beside To Scotland come they welcome him at Court For Charles of France had prepossest the King And by his letters had prepar'd him for 't And to the Presence Chamber Perkin bring Where King and Nobles sate in state that day To be spectatours of a Puppet-play Admitted to have audience he presum'd To play the man he knew not he did looke Stately enough and Spiritlike assum'd The Body of another for he tooke Yorke from himselfe and having made a rape Vpon his Part thus acted in his shape Sir shall you please to lend a gratious eare To a sad story and a Princely eye To a sad spectacle then know that here Both of those objects represented lye And such that judgement will not censure right Whether the tale be sadder or the sight Englands fourth Edward as your highnesse knowes Two Orphans left to Crook-backe Richards care A man as farre estrang'd from faith as those With whom these Maximes Orthodoxall are Ravish Astrea and pull justice downe If on the ruines you may scale a crowne Soone he imploy'd his ministers of death To kill them both but take no blood at all But curiously to suffocate their breath To make a violent death seeme naturall 'T is a bold Cowardise when man shall dare To act the sinne and the suspition feare They posting to the Tow'r which was the fold Of these soft Lambs in a Wolves Custodie Sacrific'd one but they their Master told They had in both observ'd his Majesty He trusts them for from nature t is receiv'd An object much desir'd is soone beleeved Hard though they were and villanes to all worth They had some softnesse for they pittyed one As in the Chrystall which the freezing North Doth of an Ice convert into a stone Some little water uncongeal'd we finde Not hardned by the rigour of the wind And they in truth slew not the Eldest sonne For pittying Heav'n knowing that such a worke Is then done best of all when 't is not done Mov'd the Assassinates to spare poore Yorke The Holy-water issuing from his eyes Was Yorkes expiatory Sacrifice Now Royall Sir behold that Yorke in me Poore wandrer like that bird without a Gall Which was th' Espiall of the Arke for we Could finde no ground to rest our feete at all But our returnes should be of different kind She found an Arke I should an Altar finde First I was close imprisond in the Tow'r Then sent into the world which is to me But as the greater Gaole for to this How'r I never did enjoy a libertie So that you may this my strange freedome call A world of roome and yet no roome at all For but this peece of ground whereon I stand Lent by your Princely favour I have none And yet by birth the Monarch of a land A land by Tyranns now usurp'd upon Thus he whose hand should hold a Globe can meet No roome in all the Globe to set his feet Long have I gone as these tird limbes can tell Like restlesse Heav'n about the Earth 'till I Were certaine of his Death at last He fell At Bosworth field For Tyrans seldome die Of a dry Death it waiteth at their gate Drest in the colour of their Robes of State But what ' though Richard did at Bosworth dye The Persons are but changd and not the Case For now one Henry Tydder doth supply The vacant Seat and prides it in his place This Tyranne did of his corruption breed His grave was Henries wombe his blood his seed Henry for surenesse doth my sister wed It was his fortune to ascend a throne By the assistance of a Ladies bed Whose brother should have lost his life by one I had strange fate to Beds for once my owne Should have my life now hers will have my crowne Thinking to make the Truth by scorning weake He sports at me and sets himselfe aworke To give me names indeed he dares not speake Now thinke my owne without affright for Yorke Is Henries tetragrammaton and he dares No more pronounce it than the Jewes dare theirs He by th' imposing of the forged Stile Of Perkin would upon the Realme impose I am a counterfeit yet he the while Knowes I am Yorke but covers what he knowes Thus to the world two Counterfeits are brought Henry is one indeed J but in thought For were I an Impostor or a meere Imaginary Idoll why should He Me in his thoughts as the true Yorke revere And so commit civill Idolatry The World knowes his devotion and He Can sacrifice no more to Yorke than Me. For when in France his Armes were in the field To question the French Aribute and the Blade Drawne to decide so soone as France did yeeld T' abandon me so soone the Peace was made Here he confess'd my Birth and did advance My naturall Right I made the Peace with France Th' English with Flemmings trade the Flemmings come And trade with them but when th' Arch-duke did mak Some love to me he call'd his merchants home And interdicted trafficke for my sake Then can I be a nothing who have made A Kingdomes Peace and mar'd a Kingdomes trade And were I not that Yorke why should my Aunâ— Of Burgundy both recognize my Cause And second my designes who will not grant That she contesting against natures lawes Should wrong her Neece a Queene if she should get A Kingdome from her for a counterfet But to use farther demonstrations now Were in the Cause and to your judgement vaine Truth and your selfe were prejudic'd for you See clearely and the Truth it selfe is plaine But like to Truth of Old 't is in a Pit And must lie there unlesse you succour it Now in your brow Great Sir me thinkes I spy Characterizd both pitty and beliefe Of my sad state which with my selfe doth fly Vnto your pow'r and justice for reliefe These are the two which can my Hope 's compleat One makes you Good and both may make me great All Actions doe their consummations owe To Can and Will these Principles alone Are all-sufficient and doe grow in you One in your Pow'r and in your Iustice one You are my Gaurdian Angell these your wings Whose quills may write me in the list of Kingâ— The Greatest honour will be thine for I Shall be but as thy Creature a poore thing Temperd by thee and is it not more High And Glorious to make than be a King And know Brave Prince this shall thy honour be Kings have beene made Tyrans unmade by thee Thus Perkin boldly spake and did not spare To promise Mountaines to his Majestie Which are no more in nature than those are Call'd Hyperborean in some History And with such lâ—fe did personate his part That Nature never was so brav'd by Art King Iames to Perkins declaration sayd Who e're he were he never should repent That he had him his sanctuary made His winning lookes made all that saw relent For he
set to sea But that soone was too late when towres doe stand With bending browes men will immediately Set buttresses he that would save a state In its decline must not procrastinate This stay made Henry censur'd and the blot Was mark'd of all set in so high a fane As Henries worth Small Starres obscur'd would not Be mark'd by Kepler or the Noble Dane But be the Sunne Eclips'd th' Eclipse will be Tooke to a Digit by some Alestrâ—e That which deceived him was he set his rest That Charles meant faire but he drew closely on His warre i' th' Treatie and that Rule profest That th' Eleventh Lewis lectur'd to his sonne To learne but so much Latine as might tell And tutour him how to dissemble well Besides his trust in Maximilians strength Who was to marry with Brittanias heire Impos'd upon him for that King at length Shew'd himselfe nothing when he lost so faire A Hope as She for he cold Suitour did Dutchesse and Dutchy too by Proxie wed This Confidence her followers betrayes Mounts us to foile us like the Eagle just When she will breake she will the Tortoise raise Henry had sav'd this Dutchy by distrust That argument of weakenesse seldome heard The weakest thing should be the strongest guard The subsidie was now to be collected But he must be beholden to his sword For 's mony which the Northerne men protected As Gryphons doe the Ingots which they hoord Or like the Mines which as Olaus writes Have for their Guardians Subterranean sprites For the Commissioners no sooner came To York-shire but they rais'd a mutinie In stead of mony for King Richards name Being there still in recent memory Rose like a spirit at some conjuration And the great word i' th' Circle was Taxation For they as once the Androsians did pretend Want whom when Athens did enjoyne to pay A Tax and for the levying it did send The Goddesse Violence We have sayd they A Goddesse too as powerfull as she A Goddesse which we call Necessity This roused Henry in just rage to see Th' authoritie of Parliament cast downe To countermand what there th' Estates decree Doth make a blow directly at the Crowne And should he suffer that he should commit Implicit treason ' gainst himselfe and it And should he winke at th' Antecedent there He would be forc'd this Consequent to see The rest by dangerous Logick would inferre If Yorke-shire will not pay it why should we And by strange Grammar never taught in Schoole From on Example make a Generall rule Then to Northumberland his Mandates goe With strict injunctions nothing to remit But he the businesse doth carry so That by the People thought the cause of it He 's slaine in th' Act sure Henry was at cost Before a Pennie got a Noble lost Being thus in Blood the malcontents agree To goe against King Henry and conclude Chamber and Egremond their chiefes should be And thus the many-headed Multitude Although it boasted Heads enough before To be more Monster will have two Heads more Fame with one of her Pinions soone had writ This newes to Court Surrie as soone was sent To hush this Tumult and annihill it Who like a Tempest scouring as he went Some of those Clouds scar'd at his presence flew But like the wind call'd Cecias others drew For the Principalls were tooke and led To Yorke where they did by just vengeance fall Chamber in gallant manner suffered For he was hang'd in State above them all Thus Chamber even in ruine did aspire For they erected him one story higher But Egremond seeing the cause miscarry And all his followers like a mist dispeld Fled into Burgundy that Sanctuary Of Traytours who like vapours hence expeld To Her as to the middle Region flew The Place whence Henries greatest Tempests grew Then Henry call'd a Parliament againe For subsidies he did remunerate With Lawes and such were framed in his Reigne As with th' old Heroes shall him celebrate Lycurgus would be prow'd if hither sent To be but Clerke of Henries Parliament For 't was a Principle amongst the Prime Of their Law givers t' have the law aspire To the Condition of the present time And seldome had their mounture planted higher But in all Henries statutes Henries eye Look'd through the present at futurity In England then as in Polonia now Were but two sort of People the whole land Or in too base servility did bow Or in too high a statelinesse command To have no meane a vacuum doth imply Abhor'd in states as in Philosophy The reason was inclosures farmes were then Turn'd to demesnes therefore the land as yet No Yeomen had but clownes or Gentlemen Th' abuse reform'd did that third sort beget So proving what our Logicke doth deny The best division is Trichotomie By this mysterious way our Soldiery Had its foundation layd in any states To live too poorely or too gallantly Vnapts the spirits and emasculates For through a softnesse and habituall feare One cannot suffer th' other cannot dare Which makes a morall Monster in the state A fortitude defective in one part For action joyn'd with passion integrate The All of valour and a Souldiers heart Must have them so that yet they hardly know Which is the chiefe to suffer or to doe But then this sort of men as a third creature Bred up in fulnesse and some taking paines Amphibion like partaking of each nature Made able foote so having equall graines Of pow'r to doe and suffer valour went By this new mixture to a temperament This time were Maximilians subjects growne To Rebells and the newes to Henry flies Who like a King did make the case his owne For he stood Vmpire in all injuries As if Astrea when she did abhorre The Earth had made him her Executour And to such perfect Rebels that they tooke Their Soveraigne Prisoner after faith was made And loyalty was vow'd when he did looke For all things rather than to be betray'd Dangers most dangerous when we doe not minde it Not to looke for it is the way to finde it And in this Act a Smith stir'd most about Basenesse first tramples on a humbled Crest The Emblem proves that the ignoble rout Scoffes most at greatnesse clouded and deprest The Pygmies mocked Alcides when he slept And none but Hares by the dead Lyon leapt A Smith was busiest with the Emperour The Cornish Rebels did a Smith obey A Bardeaux Smith first strooke the governour Who came a civill discord to allay And the Ephesian Silver-smiths did make An uprore for their great Dianas sake Tumults seeme incident to Smiths by fatâ— Whose very Trade doth as an Emblem show Both the Incendiaries of a State And bellowes too which the sedition blow The Hammers with their harsh tumultuous jarre Make in their braines a kind of Civill warre How did that Time crosse its first course when fate Would Kings subject to their owne subjects doome Th' English rebell These their King Captivate The Scots Kill
discipline Who would the Body of an Armie make Must the beginning at the Belly make Then men were rais'd and ammunition brought Monie's indeed the sinew of all warre But sinewes of the Armes and Armes are thought By Machiavell to be preferred farre Thus Solon deem'd when he that Monarch told The better Iron would have all the Gold For leaders of these men he did assigne Bedford and Oxford so they us'd to be His choyse had in it something of Divine Fix'd with a kinde of fatall Constancie None from his Grace but Stanly fell away He was the onely State Apostata He would not their Election decline Their fortunes did for their election call Felicity is an egregious signe And proper Marke to choose a Generall Let judgement valour in the Van appeare T is nought if Fortune bring not up the Reare But Henries Agents now to Henry sent That Maximilian could no succour be Henry so cover'd this advertisment That none perceiv'd he saw what he did see Like to the Opticke vertue in the eyes Vnseene it selfe yet all things else discries His weakenesse did Originally rise From 's Flemmings who indocile to obey Did contumeliously their Prince despise Which made him once in jesting earnest say That other Kings were Kings of men but He Was King of Kings who would no subjects be So true was that which Machiavell once spake On Maximilian who so e'r despends Shall from his freindship no more succour take Than the Campanians brought unto their friends Who being small in strength and great in Fame Vnto their aydes brought nothing but a name Then Henry ship'd his men meaning to be Alone in th' Action and the Honour too He had so soone pass'd the obedient sea As if it had profess'd what our Lawes doe 'T was under his dominion and his owne As of the Ligeance of the English crowne Then march'd to Bulloine and already took 't In their capacious thoughts with threatning eye They look'd upon it as Gonsalvo look'd On Naples when he vow'd rather to dye With one foote forward in a noble heate Than live an age with halfe a footes retreate But sudainely coole Aires of Peace did breath Lord Cordes did negotiate that Peace Whose Spirit once breath'd onely warre and death Treates now that all hostility may cease The Fabled Clowne would wonder to behold One like his Satyre blowing hot and cold And here was Henries wisedome not to heare Peaces soft tunes before the Drummes had strooke A low'd defiance when his forces there Might force his owne Condition to be tooke That 's the brave Peace whose Articles are made Vnder a shield and written with a blade This Peace pleas'd Henry which the Frenchmen bought With more than th' English gave unto the warre But yet the People seeing he did nought With all the Money were enrag'd so farre That to a dangerous Proverbe they presum'd Himselfe he feather'd and his people plumd But our young gallants had most neede of blackes Who to be bravely furnish'd paund their lands In hope of these French warres and on their backes Brought so much English ground to Callis sands That they left none A strange Armoriall shield That they should beare their Armes without a field He therefore meant to make the peace be thought His Councels act and suffer'd them to take Rich presents as with which the Peace was bought Vnder their shapes Henry this Peace did make Examine Iove and looke upon his scapes The Poets make them done in other shapes The course he us'd might prejudiciall prove By winning of his Councels hearts to France For Mutianus thus pretending love To Antonine did all his friends advance But Mutian by this Practise did so please Antonine lost all his dependances Yet Henry had faire Glosses for this Peace Which did his Honour with his subjects save T' exhaust no blood and to imburse th' increase Of yearely Tributs satisfaction gave None bled but the French treasure and the King Open'd that veine for Physicke every spring The End of this French warre was to rewinne Brittaigne which was past all Eviction gone And Maximilians aides which should have beene Meanes to acquire this End came never on No Agent doth his purpose more extend Which is defective both in meanes and end But this was his best Argument he heard That Burgundy was making of a King Out of a Duke of Yorke and justly fear'd The stormes which follow'd For this twice-born thing Like to the twice-borne Bacchus at his Birth Amaz'd with Thunder the affrighted Earth The linkes of causes set in Homers chaine Not closer joyn'd nor more continued are Than the affaires of Kings no Interreigne Is in their State nor Vacuum in their Care The sweating sickenesse in his Dayes so great Was a Presage that he should Reigne in sweate He having not respir'd since he last did Strive with a King in Substance falls at Oddes With a Phantasme an Idoll King will bid Henry defiance Kings are Earthly Gods And this prov'd Henry one that he should see So many Idols tempt his Deitie Burgundies Dutchesse knew imposture could As the best Ingen torture Henry most Therefore sh' had Spials for such Boyes as should Make Dukes of Yorke at last on one they crost So apt to take a forme that if there were A Rellicke of the Chaos it was there And this that Perkin was that Errant Knight Henries Landloper Ape of Majestie Sonne of a Jew who was a Convertite Oweing to England his nativitie And out of zeale the Dutchesse now will doe Her best to make the Sonne a convert too But this was pretty our fourth Edward did Christen the Boy and hence suspition feignes Some of that wanton Princes blood was hid To make him something Yorke in Perkins veines And this might well the Boyes ambition touch God-father had a sillable too much This is that metall must trans-changed be By leaving its first nature others doubt If Gold can be produc'd by Alchymie But I 'le presume this metall had come out If Henries starres did not the worke restreine As faire a peece as any Soveraigne Let Paracelsus glory that he can Make Artificiall men she will doe more And by a resurrection bring a man To ' a Naturall life which he had lost before Who in so neere a likenesse did survive As that he pos'd the clearest Perspective Soone as her Art this Bullion had refind She stamp'd him with the face of majestie And soone as she had this Rose Noble coyn'd She sent him from her least the mystery Might be discover'd and suspition should Thinke he were cast in a Burgundian mold Hot from her shop to Portugall he goes To waite a fit Conjuncture which must be When France and England are declared foes Soone as they had this opportunitie This Peece was vented on the Irish shore Where one as false was currant once before From thence King Charles sent for him into France Where he a guard and Princely service had So great an invitation might
Masters head should loose his owne Some Authours make his Case abstruse to know As if by Henry riddled up in doubt And though Kings Hearts cannot be search'd into They doe pretend to picke his secrets out And by a wondrous kind of theft to get The Iewels and not ope the Cabinet I dare nor say he could ungratefull be As in Divinity 't is better farre To thinke there is no God than thinke that he Can be unjust so I had rather sware That he in nature never was at all Than thinke he could be so unnaturall And though by some Lewis the Eleventh be thought Our Henries patterne I will not divine That Henrie alwayes like his Sampler wrought Or that he rul'd this Action by that line Which Lewis once drew out when he profest Whom he was bound to he affected least Nor will I thinke the sense of Stanlies pow'r So wak'd his feares that he his death decreed Onely because he fear'd if to that houre His Power into Act did not proceed He gave that pow'r and must not Stanly live For having that which Henries selfe did give Or why should Henry have the smallest touch Of that Great benefits which cannot be Repayd displease For Stanlies were not such Or why should any man conceive that he Was one of their disciples who dare write We hate him whom we thinke we not requite For Henry equall'd him nor thought it hard To poyze his merit and requitall make For Bosworths spoyles were Stanlies a reward Worthy a King to give and him to take Stanly had all the Riches that were there And Henry nothing but a Crowne and Care Then made him Chamberlaine and did commit His life into his hands Who can repine At an advancement so sublime as it For is it not an Attribute Divine The lives of Kings are in his hands then what Could Stanly challenge more since he had that For Stanlies over-merit which some finde I see 't not Man is bound to save a man By Natures lawes and lawes of Nations bind Our Countryman to rescue then who can Thinke he doth over-merit who shall doe But that which two great Lawes to binde him to Rather than over-merit Stanlie had Over-ambition That peculiar sinne And solemne vice of greatnesse If you adde The highest honour which they sweat to winne They stand upon it and aspire to more And that 's a step which was the top before He lookd on Henries savour through a Glasse Which made the object lesse but on his owne Through such a Perspective as made it passe In magnitude by which himselfe was blowne So great that out of haughtinesse of spirit He lookd not on his dutie but his merit Then he a quarrell pickd for he did make A suite for Wales which suit he knew would end In a distaste whence Stanlie meant to take Occasion to forsake his King and friend Those Dutch who purpos'd to revoult did crave Of Flaccus what they knew they should not have 'T is true he rescued Henry but to raise The greatnesse of the rescue by the sense And greatnesse of the danger Stanlie staies 'Till safety it selfe could hardly bring him thence We should for Princes are such tender things Not onely save but not endanger Kings As when Severus with our Brittaines fought Was beaten from his Horse and did begin To make a flight his safety Let us brought A tardy but a certaine rescue in He sav'd his Lord yet suffer'd for that act And grave Herodian hath approv'd the fact But the concurrence of these causes were Without the influx of a stronger cause Too weake to take the life of such a peere Not yet or deedes or words had broke the lawes Say Henry thought his thoughts had must he dye Onely for 's owne and Henries phantasie But now I heare him speake and words they say Are femalls of sedition If I thought That this young man were Yorke and not a play Or a disguise I never would be brought T' encounter him He might as well have sayd That Yorke in his affection overswayd T was this rows'd Henries feare for the least winde That should from Stanlies lippes most calmely blow Could raise a Tempest in the Peoples mind If he preach thus they will Apostates grow And take his doctrine up without a proofe For Stanlies Ipse Dixit was enough But other arguments prov'd his intent His words were strongly seconded with deedes He promis'd ayds and in the Interim sent Treasure to Perkin to support his needs What wealth on Stanly Henry did bestow Stanly will spend in Henries overthrow 'T was prou'd and Stanly did the proofes allow But vainely trusting in his merits thought Confession would availe but he was now Fall'n from his faith and workes could merit nought Henry in his Divinity denyed That Stanly should by workes be justified Yet hasted not his death as those who doe Alter the formes of Iustice and advise That punishment should before judgement goe Like lightning which before the Thunder flies And in such Cases this proceeding like Strike him at once whom once ye meane to strike In such diseases they begin the Cure With Execution as he did averre That we should rather make the Traytour sure Than of the manner of the death conferre For should you trust a Lyon in a Toyle He might both breake it and his Hunter spoyle But this suspicion could not Henry move To change the course of Law yet when his eye Was fixd upon his danger and the love Due to himselfe Stanlie is judg'd to dye Their safeties had no counterpoise at all Like scales this cannot rise unlesse that fall Thus he was brought to Act his fatall houre Vpon a scaffold to let greatnesse know The twofold danger of too great a Pow'r To him that hath it and the giver too Let greatnesse held by Nimium feare her fate For 't is a Tenure of the shortest date Greatnesse triumphing on the towring height Of Honour if it once be turnd at all Finds motion in it selfe the very weight Great Bodies have accelerates their fall There is no Medium in their declination Betweene the height and the precipitation Pow'r's a strange thing which even additions make Weake and disposd to fall few can digest The swelling cheere of fortune if you take But one dish more you prejudice the rest Some fortunes that have flow'd gently before Run over if you adde one Honour more Nilus which issues from the Zembrian Lakes His chanell without inundation fills But when th' accession of those snowes he takes Which are dissolv'd upon the Cynthian hills Then with licentious rage he breakes the reines And turnes the Plains to Bankes his bankes to plaines Lord Stanlies fall a generall silence brought Vpon the Subject not a man durst speake But closely did imprison every thought Even to a suffocation which might breake Out with more horror for by giving vent The Peccant humours are exhaust and spent But since they dare not speake the Pillars now And
Pasquills will by a more dangerous way Traduce his name and defamations throw Which wound him worse which made Severus say That he lesse feard a hundred Lances then Th' impetuous charges of a single Pen. But from within such Humours being tooke By a bloodletting which is held a part Of the worlds Physick he began to looke Outward to Ireland and his thoughts convert Thether for Henry by experience found That venemous things might breed in Irish ground T' Egest such venim as did festring lye Poynings went over with an armed pow'r With him the active Prior of Lanthony Who was so oft imploy'd went Chancellour To try if Irelands health might be restord Or by Bellonas or Astreas sword But there was neither of these swords so long Could reach the Irish in their flying course So runnes the Tygresse which hath lost her young Borne from her denne on some Numidian horse And they eluded Poynings not by fight But as the Parthians did old Rome by flight Swift foote which Homer did so oft impose Vpon his Knight the Irish much concernes And yet Revenge would reach them though she goes On wooll if Nature did not guard the Kernes Their bogges are inaccessible and would Give a repulse to Iove though turn'd to Gold Sometime sayd he in Xenophon we try To Master things the greatest fight of all T is hard to combate with an Enemie Whose Armes are tooke from natures arcenall Man rarely from that fight a conquest brings Which is with Place and not with men but things Thus Swethland fortified by Natures care Vpon that side which lyeth opposite To Russia doth not the Invasions feare And vaine attempts of the cold Muscovite For prudent nature set a fringed hem Of Finland Marsh betweene the Sweds and them Let not the Irish glory that their might Rob'd us the Honour of a victory The Nature of the soyle and Countries site Scornes an assault and mockes an Enemie That Poynings then so meanely came away The bogs must set up Trophies and not they That great Castruccio who soar'd so high And was so low in his Originall Who twice o'rthrew the Armes of Thuscany Once at Fucecchio once at Serravall Machiavell who so fam'd him was thus free To say the places beate them and not hee But the production of an act so great As Irelands peace did its perfection lacke Vntill Eliza did the Worke compleat That Virgo of our English Zodiacke Her maiden fingers tun'd the Irish Harpe And made that note a meane which was a sharpe Yet Poynings there perform'd one worke of fame That all the English lawes in Ireland should Have force which Constitution beares the name Of Pâ—ynings law It seemes that Poynings would The Irish Rebells to obedience draw Not by the Law of Armes but Armes of Law Now Perkin calls me who lookes boldly out Hearing that Henry is a progresse gone 'T was Henries absence that made Perkin stout And counsel'd him to put a boldnesse on When Henry like the sunne was progrest North This Mercury and wandring starre peep'd forth This counterfeit and Artificiall Rose Like to the true ones which in Winter goe Backe to their Causes and themselves disclose In Summer did himselfe in Summer show But all the Winter with the Dutchesse kept Where like a Rose he in his Causes slept But from this sleepe when he was well awake And had on England an attempt design'd Debtours and Malcontents his part did take And Bankrouts flock'd by swarmes which is a kind Of Resonable Insect that is made Of the corrupted matter of some Trade No man of marke was in the Armie seene Except men marked for some Villanies Felons and Theeves whose fortune it hath beene To lay the frames of puissant Monarchies A man as Henry Great might feare their force For Rome and Turkie did beginne from worse Fierce Spartacus the Fencer once defi'd Rome at her full with Gaole-birds lately flowne Out of their Cage so bravely that he try'd Great Pompei's fortune to be overthrowne The fight is doubtfull with that foe to try Who brings despaire arm'd with necessity That none of name and family were there Henries preventing wisedome did effect They by the hand and Sword of Iustice were Cut off whose Fortunes Perkin might protect His vitall spirits floated in their blood And all his hopes were drowned in that flood They land in Kent but there no people rise Because no braver men with Perkin came A meane Aspect strikes not the vulgar eyes But shew a great though an inglorious name You cannot then their wild devotion hold They will adore a Calfe if made of Gold Nor did the Gentry second his designe But mustring up the People that were there They Marshall'd them in warlike discipline Without confusion which made Perkin feare For Tumult was his Hope they did not looke Like men of Perkins Church that Orders tooke Himselfe lands not when he their Order saw Which was a Badge and Livery of a foe Their faire array did so the stripling awe He durst not venture from his shippes to goe And it was thought that had he come a shore The Youth had never made Sea voyage more The Kentish seeing that no more would land Nor touch the fatall ground the Battaile strooke And slew them fore they could their ships command Some sevenscore of the Heard were Prisoners tooke A just mischance to them for 't was no more Than they had beene or should have beene before Henry for terrour put them all to death Here he was strangely rigorous hut Hee At the more great Rebellion of Black-heath Was strangely mild so that a man may see Caesars and Cato's nature met in one Spare all like Caesar or like Cato none When just revenge hath a right levell made Home to the head she may the arrow bring And when provoked Iustice drawes her blade â—nto the fire she will the scabber'd fling Iustice and sinne should keepe an equall race If sinnes doe gallop justice must not pace And thus the courses kept by Rome of old Were full of terrour or without it quite Camillus sayd the way to Latium hold Was Punishment or love And Henry might From Alexander some such notion have Or to save all or none at all to save Once by the Samnites when the Hoast of Rome Was streight en compas'd one did thus advise Or slay them all or send them fairely home Shunne the third way so place your courtesies That Rome endeard may be your friend or so Confound her that she cannot be your foe This blaze extinct Perkin to Flanders sail'd To fetch more fuell thence to Ireland came That fumes and vapours from those bogs exhal'd Might the expired Meteor reinflame But the late thunder made by Poyrings there Had purg'd the ayre and made the Region cleare Ireland did nothing to his succours bring But blustring pray'rs and uneffectuall vowes Therefore they thinke on Scotland whose young king They did presume the quarrell would espouse Glad that with England he
did play True Yorke with such a grace 'T was hard to know the Mettall from the face Diamonds and Saphyres are ascrib'd to Jove In which if any feature be imprest The owner as Magicianâ— would prove Shall with the favour of great men be blest Then Perkins face was in some Saphyre cut Or in a Diamond his Image put And to assure him that he was as much In his opinion as himselfe profest Young Gordon that same beautifull Non-such And by the Kings consent his Nuptialls blest Me thinkes he look'd when both of them were mâ—â— Like a false stone and yet most richly set He then ammassed a sufficient pow'r And after the most hostile manner enter'd in Northumberland and Perkin Yorkes false flow'r Was wagging in the field and did begin By a Proclamation a true King to play Which like a Herald thus prepard his way It sayd that Yorke fourth Edwards second sonne That Lyon so long Couchant now was rowz'd Whose case from Heav'n had so much pitty won That Scotland now his quarrell had espousâ—d Which with the English got but small applause Who for his Company did hate the cause It promis'd that this warre was but to free Himselfe from danger them from Tyrannie His Princely care forsooth was such that he Would not the state or subject damnifie Which made King James to smile for doing so Was but to be a Steward to his foe It praised Richard that unnaturall Prince Who though he enterd in by usurpation Yet both his equity and lawes convince That he was noble in administration Nor was this such a wonder for one can Be a good King and yet a wicked man It told of Stanlies and of Mountforts fall Murderd by Henry most inhumanely Thus vertuâ— like himselfe he did miscall And what was Iustice nicknamd cruelty But had not Stanly sufferd Henry must And to himselfe be cruell and unjust It cry'd how Henry did with taxes get His coffers filld and the poore Realme abusd But had the people but the foxes wit 'T was a poore plea for him the Fox refusd To have the Flies removd which suck'd him first He knew that fresh ones would torment him worst It promisd impositions should cease And th'hated names of Tax and subsidie It breathed nought but Dialects of Peace And silken notes of Ease and libertie It might perswade the people that they saw Too much of Gospell to have any law It profferd worlds to him should take the King And give to Perkin Royall Honours He Did imitate the Divell in this thing All this I 'le give if thou wilt worship me The Divels and Perkins liberality Was but to draw men to Jdolatry But these faire words could not the people take There was not one that did assistance bring Nor would his Proclamation perfect make By the addition of God save the King They had not studied Pedegrees to learne What Yorks or Edwards sonnes might them concern King Iames despairing of accesse of aid Turnd his intended Warre int h a Road And then with speed returnd for had hee staid Our Armie would have easd them of their Load Of spoile and bootie soone as that should come They'de have their Handsfull yet goe Emptie home Before that Henry would the wrong repay Made by this depredation Henry made A reparation of the trades decay And with the Flemmings did renew the trade That with his Treasure a Decorum kept Twinlike they smild together twinlike wept This mutuall entertrafficke seemes a thing Purpros'd by Nature Isles which in the sea Are set like stones within a Chrystall Ring Nature hath not so farre removâ—d but we May from some part some other land descry To minde us of this Sociable tye Trading confirm'd he calls a Parliament And shewes that war with Scotland must be made Though he conceal'd his inference they sent His Logicke was as if he should have sayd If warre then Coine when he his medium drew From warre they easily his Conclusion knew With sixescore thousand pounds the subjects prove They tooke his meaning right In one we reade His warres were a strange Ore Iron above And Gold below 't was a strange Ore indeed For Natralists observe that in the ground Where Iron is there 's no rich metall found The Kings Collectours at S. Michaels Mount Met with a Cruell rub for while they strive To bring the stubborne Cornish to account Those People buried in their Mines alive Mistaking it for Doomesday did begin To Rise out of their Sepulchers of Tin These Pioners as if they ow'd their Birth To the Earth matrix crept out of the Ground And like the Giants the old sonnes of Earth Against the gods doe an Alarum sound To undermine had beene their trade of late And so 't is still but not the ground but state Want made them murmur for the People who To get their Bread doe wrastle with their fate Or those who in superfluous riot flow Soonest rebell Convulsions in a state Like those which naturall Bodies doe oppresse Rise from repletion or from emptinesse While this rough Sea of People roules and raves With giddy Ebbes and Tydes some â—winds began Like those dismis'd from the Eolian Caves T' exasperate this troubled Ocean This Rabble quickely with Commanders sped Ill Humors thus soone gather to a Head A prating Lawyer one of those which Clowd That Honour'd Science did their conduct take He talk'd all Law and the tumultuous crowd Thought it had all beene Gospell which he spake At length these fooles that Common Error saw A Lawyer on their side but not the Law A Blackesmith next did in this tumult sweate To have this monster brought to light which they Bred in their Noddles when Ioves Braine was great With Pallas Vulcan did the midwife play The People thus did thinke a Vulcan fit To be the Midwife of their Bare-whelpe wit They say this Action was but to defend The Poore and Chastise some about the King Iustice and Mercie blanch what they intend With faire pretexts Who on the Stage doe bring Rebellion must to Countenance the Fact Have vertues clothes wherein the vice must act When these two Chiefes as farre as Wells had gone They met Lord Audly and transferre to him Their Place and Pow'r by Resignation As I have seene two little Bubbles swim Vpon the Chrystall pavement of a Lake Then meete a third and one great Bubble make Turbulent spirits with the buzzing winde And aires of People are puff'd up and blowne Popular Audly quickely was inclinde To be their Head although he lose his owne The discontents of Nobles often sleepe Till People wake them with the noyse they keepe Proud of the Gallant change they now obey A Lord and under a new conduct goe And Audly was as vainely proud as they To be their Leader yet he was not so In a just warre he had their Leader bin Here but their fellow equalliz'd by sinne He undiscreetely led them into Kent Which Henry by those two great props of
Bodies cease to grow 't is the presage Of a decline to their decrepit Age. Cald to these warres Henry good will did show To pay his money that himselfe might stay Yet please the Pope he would in person goe If Christian Princes first their discords lay For Henry knew they had the causes beene Why Christian Armes no good successe had seene While our first Richard that same Lyon-heart His banners did in Syria advance And with his Conquests made the Sultan start King Phillip seizd on Normandy and France Forc'd him to lay that glorious action downe And quit the worlds affaires to save his owne But when another Phillip had espousd The quarrell and such preparations made That the East trembled our third Edward rowsd And claiming France the expedition staid Thus Emulation foiles us and while we Conquer our selves the Turks triumphers be But at this time no Holy warre went on The pence for other use were kept in store For when the Faire and Jubile were done The rattle of the war was heard no more When the Deneirs were paid they understand They were for Rome and for no Holy-land Our Arthurs nuptiall with Spaines Katharine Succeedes this yeare of Jubile at Rome Which we deluded with our Hopes divine Would be a yeare of Iubile at home Vaine man to Hopes vaine as himselfe will trust And Dust will build its confidence on dust Things with slow strides to their perfection grow Then they take wings and to their period hast A seav'n yeares treaty made this marriage slow Whose joy with Arthur did not seven months last To the conjunction of the Moone and Sun A month 's requird but in an hou'r 't is done And heav'n it seemd the Marriage would retard The windes displeasd her landing did oppose Or Sea-borne Venus her arrivall bard Who with a frowne wrinckling the waves arose And stopd the Bark vext that her youthfull Nun Should tast of sweets which should so soone be don Married at Pauls with state celebrious The Tryumphs of the marriage did succeede He was Arcturus she was Hesperus And King Alphonsus did their fortunes reade No story tels what his predictions were But if for good he or the stars did erre For these two Princes in November met And th' April following divorced are By the command of Death Arcturus set And had his even before his evening-star His Hesperus who the new spheare did prove Of Henries armes where she did longer move For compensation of this yeare th' encrease Of Triumphs doe attend th' ensuing yeere With Brittaine 't is the Epocha of peace Her peace begins her computation there Write all that yeare in Red for it is all But as one Holy-day and Feastivall Margeret eldest daughter of the King King Iames to wife did by a Proxie take Which told by Fame the Bels contend to ring A peale as lowd as Fames and Bon-fires make So great a light that if heav'ns light were don They might have made a Day without a Sun Then into Scotland did this new Queene goe Whom a brave troope of Lords and Ladies bring Iâ—â—â—llant order and Majestick show To Edâ—nborrough to her spouse the King And there with all magnificence of state This glorious Marriage they did consummate A thousand little Cupids with their wings Did blow their fires and heighten their delights And every Grace a flowrie present brings Then Hymen president of marriage Rites Beckned for silence with his Torch of Pine Vsed at Nuptials and did thus divine My Torch turnes cleare and with the pointed flame Not dimme nor winking doth white houres foretell And if my skill be true I see the same Portended in the stars by which I spell Future events and fortunes that are set Downe in those lights Heav'ns mystick Alphabet In them Faire Bridegroome fairer Bride I reade This Marriage shall two hostile Realmes attone Which must be married too yours doth preceede As Introduction to that greater one That marriage as the substance Heav'n points at Yours is the figure and the Type of that Your Marriage is their contract and inferres Th' espousals of those Kingdomes in your hands The Genij of two nations hold out theirs Which shall hereafter consummate those bands But the Solemnities are kept by fate For your posterity to celebrate It is a worke of Time there cannot be The spring-time in your Age and Harvest too Your Age the seede the next the blade shall see A third the Eare. Thus China Grandsires doe Bury their Porcellan dishes in the ground Whose profits but to their sonnes heires redound Both Realmes a while with their own blood shall flow Alli'de in blood before alli'de but th' End Shall be a firmer love for a brave foe If reconciled mâ—kes the bravest friend All things from strife Originally rose And discords must this harmony compose Thus th' Elements did in the Chaos fight When jarring seedes did in her Matrix lye When cold with hot when heavie with the light Did combate with intestine mutinie Till on th' Abysse a Spirit did display His brooding wings and arbitrate the fray Mars bath'd in blood shall on the borders ride With terrour in the Van death in the Reere And in this quarrell fatall to decide These realmes with mutual cuts their brests shall teare As if they meant through those large wounds to see Each others hearts 'fore they would married be â—et shall this Vnion no debtour be To victory nor be a Conqu'rours prize The Authour shall descend from you and Hee â—hat must unite this Paire from you shall rise And that Rich Pearle which doth the Vnion hight Shall be derived from this Margarite Your off-spring a Pacificke Prince shall knit This sacred bond this true-love Knot shall tye Biest are Peacemakers shall be justly writ His Glorious Motto in whose Monarchie Drummes shall be silenc'd and alarums cease As at the Birth of the great Prince of Peace If the impressions of licentious rage And markes of ancient enmitie remaine They shall be cancel'd and effac'd that age By the milde peace of his auspicious reigne Nature no more her prickles shall disclose In Scottish thistle or in English Rose Thus Hymen spake this Heav'ns accomplish'd have And with the Sea as with a Ring have Knit This Royall paire Let Venice cease to brave That she contracts the Sea and marries it Let her stand dumbe at this more glorious thing What there is marri'd here is but the Ring Ne're could the Sea which doth about them flow With her imbrace put them in minde of love For her encircling armes did nothing doe But make a stage whereon their Armes to prove And two feirce realmes the Gladiatours were To combat in this Amphitheater T is thought the Policie of France did breake Th' intended marriage of this froward paire For if for us alone France were too weake Th' united Scots would force her to despaire Since th' English Aspect was alone so fear'd At their Conjunction how had they beene scar'd Therefore when th'