fruetfull feeld what can be sweet or sownd But in that soyl whear for offence is due correction fownd Wee make the sâ—uill lawes to shien and by example mield Reform the rued rebuek the bold and tame the contrey wyeld We venter goods and lius ye knoe and trauill seas and land To bring by trafick heaps of wealth and treasuer to your hand We aer astay and stoer howse boeth to kingdoms farr and neer A cawse of plentie throw foersyght whan things war scarce and deer And thoghe our ioy be moest in peace and peace we do maintain Whear on to prince and realm throw out doth ries great welth and gain Yet haue we soldyars as you see that stoers but whan we pleas And sarus our torns in howshold things and sits in shop at eas And yet daer blaed hit with the best when cawse of contrey coms And cals out courage to the fight by sound of warlike Droms We Marchants keep a mean vnmixt with any tarryng partâ— And bryng boeth Treble and the Baess in order still by art A Souldiour shal be liked well if his dezarts be sutch A noble mind for noble acts shall suer be honord mutch But if men glory all in warres and peace disdayns in deed We skorn with any Siroep sweet their humour sowre to feed And blest be God we haue a Prince by whom our peace is kept And vnder whom this Citie long and land hath safly slept From whom liekwyes a thousand gifts of grace enioy we do And feell from God in this her raygne ten thousand blessyngs to Behold but how all secrets fâ—en of falshed coms to light In these her dayes and God taks part with her in troeth and right And mark how mad Dissenshon thriues that would set warres abroetch Who sets to saell poer peoples liues and gets but viell reproetch And endles shaem for all their sleights O England ioy with vs And kis the steps whear she doth tread that keeps her countrey thus In peace and rest and perfait stay whearfore the god of peace In peace by peace our peace presarue and her long lief encreace ¶ This was to be don and put in exersies befoer the Queen cam to the knittyng vp of the matter but perswasion beyng dismist the battry was planted befoer the FORT and they within so straitly enclosed that they must needs abied the mercy of the Sword and Cannon ¶ At which instant in the after noen that present day the Prince was in her Skaffold to beholde the sucksesse of these offers of warre and so went the Battry of and the asâ—aut was geuen in as mutch order as might be the enemie was three times repolsed and beholdyng nue suckors commyng from the Courte to the Forts great comfort the enemye agred on a parley whearin was rehersyd that the cortain was beaten down and the fort maed sawtable and yet the enemie to saue the liues of good Citizens and Soldiors thearof would giue them leaue to depart with bag and bagaeg as order of wars required To the which the Fort maed answer that the Corttayns nor Bulwarks was not their defence but the corrage of good peple the force of a mighty prince who saet and beheld all these doyngs was the thyng they trusted to on which answer the enemie retired and so condicions of peace wear drawn and agreed of at which peace boeth the sides shot of their Arttillery iâ— sien of a triumphe and so â—â—yinge God saue the Queen these triumphes and waâ—lâ—k pastimes finished the Prince likyng the handlyng of these causes verie well sent iâ— hundreth crownes to make the Souldiors a banket Now heer is to be considered that the Prince went into the Gallees and so down to Kyngroed aer these things wear brought to an end ¶ At her highnes departuer a gentilman in the confiens of the Towns liberties spaek this speech that follows The dolfull a Due OUr Ioy is ioynd with greuous groens Our triumphe tornd to tears The brantch whoe 's blosoms gladnes broght a bitter berry bears In howse and street whear mirth was hard is moen and moorning noies The sommer day is dimd with clowds eclypsed aer our ioyes The loedstar leaus our wished cowrs and clims the heauens hie Our sofrant will no longer lord in walls of Brislow lye No maruell sins our barrain soyl and ground of groes deuyce Haeth yelded no thing that might pleas a prince of so great price Our deuties aer not half dischargd no thoghe we kist the grownd And prostraet fall full flat on face whear her foet steps aer fownd The Persians daer not cast vp eies nor loek apon thear king Shall Christians then presuem to preace on sutch a Sacred thyng And tho no part of duties bownds â— nod forbid I say But that the lords anointed should be honord eury way Long loâ—kt this Câ—â—te for a prince loâ—g â—eâ—s and many a yeer A â—ing or Queâ—n beheld this town short time she taâ—yes heer Good fortuen folow thee O Queen god gieb thy doings all A world of threfold blessed happ apon thy kingdom fall As loeth to taek our heauy leaue as leaue our lius in deed A due deeâ— lady of this land the liuing Lord thee speed ¶ Som of these Speeches could not be spoken by means of a Scholâ—maister who enuied that any stranger should set forth these shoes FINIS ☞ A Skirmishe at Dumbar Vnder the pretence of peace they shotte in oâ—â— faces One mâ—â—laine at the 〈◊〉 All haue noâ— same that do well Sir Harry Kniuet hurte manfully at the charge Tvvelue men of good name slaine on the FreÌ„ch side and v. gentlemen taken prisoners The â—ishop of Valence The vvoman vvas duckt in vvater The bloudy monday Sir Iames a Croâ—â—es led the soldiours on their enemies The lord Gray that novve is vvas sore hurte at a valiaunt charge he gaue Rashnes of souldiouâ—s running out veide of condâ—â—â— losâ—th all many tymes Sir Andrevve Corbet vvas here and other gentlemen Policy 〈…〉 of all gouernmentes Maister Pellam Lieutenaunt of â—he ordinaunce Captaine Randall gaue vvarning vvhen thassault should beginne The Earle of VVorceters brother maister Frances Somerset Sir Frances Leake came to our reliefe A larom in our ovvn campe by the French policie The byshop of Valence from Fraunce My Lorde of Burleighe that novveâ— came to conclude thâ—s peace Lord Bâ—rleigh ended these bâ—oyleâ— Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note Note A right figure of Death A pattern of death My Lord of Sussex â—orâ—eys I set out in my secoÌ„d book Note Note The Duke chattilleroy waâ— at this â—eeâ—e and 〈◊〉 away disâ—oraged Note Battred And randered Chery Prouision â—as made for tâ—e preseruation of sicke persoÌ„s mâ—n â–ª vvomen and children 〈◊〉 A â—oet of iorney to â—eâ—ell Sir Thomas Manners two nombers vnder oen Aâ—seent Of footmen was sent before to sâ—ay the gates Two fawlters punished Syr Simon Burley complaines to him that knows
and order taken for our retorn from Donbriâ—taine the Camp martched homewards coÌ„ming to Glasâ—o wher our power reposed them selues a whiel either than or soen after they besieged Hammulton Castell tooke hit whearin there was the bishop of saynt Andros son Lord Daui son to to the Duke Shattilleroy sundry gentilmen of Scotland and this castell subdued and blown vp was a terrour to the rest that as yet our camp had not viseted and for the more â—â—en of victory the generall broght from this castell a dozen good bras peeces which now remain in EnglaÌ„d Eatch thiÌ„g randered and put vnder the commandement and plesure of our generall at Hammulton from thens the camp marched to many placis of importance ouerthrue housis and pallacis that belonged to any notorios enemie or falsefyer of promes fidelitie AmoÌ„g the rest was the Dueks house bornt a staetly and delicaet palace and thrée or foure myles about the saem was ransaekt and spoyled with â—laem and fier A pyell called Netherrey the Lord Seactons house was by the enimies fortifyed and yet the lady of the castell was glad to make humble peticion on her knées for the Generals fauor and after her suet and submission she kissed the keyes of the aforesayd seat and deliured them from her by which humility she found fauor at the Generals hand coÌ„dicionally that a Baron shuld be bound with her that this castel shuld euer heerafter be at the deuotion of the Queenes Maiestie our mestres and so the band was maed and order taken Another place called Commernawd the Lord Flemmings cheef house was yelded vpon great suet maed to the generall who took the lyk bande and order thearfore as was taken of Netherrey The Lady LiddingtoÌ„ great with child mistrusting her self or her husbands double dealings towards our countrey in great fear began to flée But Syr VVilliam Dâ—ury héering therof sent her word he came not to make warres with women but rather to sho pitie to the weake and comfortles thereupon she stayd had no further harm I haue kept this in stoer as a thing to be throwly conâ—ithered wiâ—h is the comming to Lâ—â—â—hoe the vsaeg therof don only for a speciall poynt of seuerâ—â—â—e to terrefie the stobborn stomacks inconstantnes of proud people The Generall hauyng entred the towne called for the Prouost and commanded him to prepare with all expedicion to receiue a iust plaege and correction thorowe the whole towne for treason and vnpardonable offencis committed And deeclaring that the inhabitantes thereof had suckored and supported traytors to our contrey contrary to the leags quietnes of the realms of England and Skotland and for that cawse he was fully resolued to ouerthroe that town and receptakul of traytors and so commaunded eatch Captayn and souldiour what so euer they were vnder his charge to se due execution on that which he purposed and takyng good regarde that the goods thereof shold not be possest by Englishe souldiours nor lost or cast away by vehemencie of fyer he wylled the prouost to appoynt a place conuenient to bring the sayd goods vnto whiche might be employed to the Skottes mens vse and commoditie And the Generall grauntid vppon his owne corâ—tezy eury noble mans lodging and Captayns howse to be free from hornyng The enemies all this season beholding a far of the suckses of theas matters Thus as the day and owre approtched for this determined execution caem the Earl Mortton as intercessor to entreat and sue for pardon yf fauour might be porchased and the Earll Mortton broght before the Generall a multitude of wayling people whoe 's mourning and pitious cryes was perssing importuâ—aet The Generall heering thear requestes answered For many cawses the town oght to be destroyed consythering howe diuers enemies whoe 's prowd practises wear not to be suffree had allwayes thear a common resort and conference and further quod he the corttezy that is shewed to such placis of repaire haeth embolâ—ned the rest of Skotlande to vse â—epen violence and secret villanies to the preiudice of Gods glory hinderance of the weall publik and breach of good lawes and pollecies Wherfore sayd he to the warnyng of thowsands and example of many hit wâ—s fytt moest meet in that cace of exstremitie to race ouâ— sutch monumentes of mischiefes and harbor of wicked conspiracies and especially that towne hauyng crakked credit in a bloddy action before deserued now doble afflicttion Well yet notwithstanding for all theas earnest and threatnyng wordes of Syr VVilliam Drury the people of all sortes so preased about hym and maed sutche pytefull cryes and noyes with children lyeng on the ground sukking of theyr mothers breastes that he was inwardly moued to rue on thear wretched estaet and albeit in sundry seruesis before diuers Skots men had naghtelly discharged sertayne shott at him paraduenture by the practies of som thear in presence yet was he content vppon sutch condicions as he thoght good to receiue the towne of Lithco to mercie And ordayned by suer bande and promes that the prouoest and cheefest of gouerment thear shuld followe the camp and att all tymes apeer when they wear called for at Barwyk and thear to submit them selues their towne and goodes to the clemencie of the Queenes hyghnes or sutch order as my Lord of Sussex by her consent thoght necessary to which bands and condicions they of Lithco agreed for that thear regent was slayn and noen than instituted to whom they had geuen fayth of alleagance they coÌ„fessed that noen might commaund them anâ— way without licence of him that â—ound them in this seruitude to whom boeth thear promes and obligation was passed and at this day as by their appâ—rancies haeth ben proued they are not discharged of this homage and duety to knit vp theas matters and reuenge som iniuries y Duke Chattilleroy had offred A howse of the Dukes howse in 〈◊〉 was blowen in the ayre with powlder â—â—thcoâ— â—roght in obedience as you haue hard vnto some other parts of importance they martched and casting the worst of mischeefes that might fortune consytheryng heir small number and the great practises were gon about to supplant their doynges they thoght not good to enter Edenbroeghe without standing so sure on their garde that they needed not to doubt any double or crooked measure Which sure handlyng of the matter dyd not onely shew the dâ—uâ—seâ—s thereof to haue good conduyt and experience but in deede also eschewed an inconuenieÌ„ce as yll as a mischeef For the enemies had fynely by frawd and conning wroght sutch a feat thorowe the deuice of a fray to be maed in the suburbes that a great murther had burst out sodaynly and no small blodshed had ben set a brotch by the saem yf God and good gyding of the people had not auoyded these harms and eminent danger And to be playne som inward moshon moued the Generall so suspiciously
You had a iorney for to ried Ahors you lent me for the saem So forth we râ—ed and had good gaâ—m We lawght and checkled all the wayâ— But as you kno that after playe Coms caer and sorow so it fell When I beleud that all was well You frownd and flang from me for oâ— And as I vsed was to skoef I gestid still and followed fast But you oer roed me at the last And for I would not tier my nag I shaept my self behind to lag A â—oâ—n I pâ—ickt and palfray spord And mutch I thought yet spaek no word Saue that I said with voyce full loe What 's wil my fâ—ind forsaek me soe What new told taell doth torn him thus No taell a toy hit is ywus No toy he is to wies therfore Som thing hit is yea les or more But what hit is I need not fear For seartch my consience eury whear And cleer it standeth in eatch traed To him since he my freende I maed Thus muesing on mi giltles cace I then began to meand my pace And as the deuell wold hit soe That I ill hap shuld not forgo When mischeeus com they fawl on heap My hors did start and gan to leap The â—aed I think had seen a spriet He maed the fier ries from his feet Out of the stoens whear he did tramp Lord than howe I did staer and stamp And thrust the sporrs in to his sied But girth and saddell baed abied They fell from Hors full all to broek And in the myer flat like an oek I lay a long but what of that Ear I roes vp and found my hat Which laye fast by an Elders roet My Hors was gon and I on foâ—t My face with dirt was so araid Hit maed the hors thear of afraid For as I ran the Iaed to get The poâ—r plain people that I met Thoght suer I had bin clean bestraught Oen gaue me way a nother laught The third said sir go washe your face But still I had my beast in chace And ran not swearing half a myel But toek the Iaed agaynst a stiel By that was Curttals bryedell lost And I might ryed but not in post On gawldid back and carrayn boens The harneys saddell all at oens Was broek as sayd afoer I haue Than could I call no oesâ—lar knaue Nor face him down my gear was gon And piekt away by hangers on That follow geasts to eury In By shift som payre of â—oets to win Sutch filtchars haue so great a lack They steall the Saddell from the back But I that brought a Saddell out Might ried now like a gentil lout Thear was no theef to shrowd my shaem But plaen poer Tom to bear the blaem What needs moer words of this to speake Get vp I did on Hors full weake My girdell was the bridell than Thus rode I like a clean yong man. A greater fier was in the straw As in the Dream me thought I saw A further mischeef after this I founde and felt loe this it is As I my iorney thought to take The Horssis backe a two it brake Out stept his bones in fell my cors Amid the belly of the Hors I looked still whan he would fall He seemd to haue no harm at all And kept the way and boer it out With that I would haue tornd about To see if all belongd him to Would sarue as they wear wont to do His lims I mean which wear so soer That he had mind to turn no moer But hoemward held as fast a mayn As any Ienet could of Spayn Or Irysh hobby fayre and fat I would not haue beleeued that If one had tolde it for no lie But sure I saw it with mine eye As well as in a dream I might I lay no hed on things by night As in the day I had them séen This was of troeth and this I ween Hath diffrence far for troeth is sound And weenyng dwels on doubtfull ground But sens I com vnto this clause Now will I talke and sho som cause Of Dreams and let the matter rest Of my deformed broke backt beast Yet shall my pen héer after playn Unto my porpâ—s turn agayn Thear was a man my self might be That in a Dream did think to se A Sargant com with Maece in hand Who sayd good sir I pray you stand I you arest for Det you knowe To whom the money you do owe And if you haue forgot the som Unto the cownter you must com And to your accyon answer make What knaue ê™ he thou doest mistaek The man I think that thou doest seek I owe not all the world a leek Whearfoer I list not the obaye He drue his sword and maed a fray Clobbs cried the sargant all in fear Out cam the touns men eury whear And from the wind mill this dreemd he Whear hakney horsis hyred be This man was driuen by plain strength And ran in to a church at length That at saint â—arance laen end stands Yet cowld not skaep the sargants hands Forth was he broght and mannâ—est sâ—er But frinds be fownd to salue the soer Among the sargantts all on heap So that vnto the goet in cheap He broght was than and thear to send For frinds to make of this an end Which was fownd owt and had discharg And whear he wold he went at larg Loe thearwith did this man awaek Yet of his dream discours did maek Unto oen Feeld with whom he lay Who baed him not go forth that day For by a figuer fownd he had If he went forth he shuld be lad Unto the countter or skaep haâ—d This man did littell that regard Think you ê™ he the planets may Cause me to find ill luck this day As though they had the ruell of man Do what youe will said to him than His bed fellowe who straightway roes And out of doer full fast he goes The dreamaer followd as he might When cloes wear on and day was light But he no soenner in the street â—ut loe a sargant did he meet And as before you told I haue Hit cam to pas so god me saue This is no fable maed for mirth For by that lord that maed the earth The heauens toe and all thear in Beleeue me nowe this thing haeth bin Laet in the raing of mary queen And then the proef of this was seen All men haue not a gift a like Som god doth warn befoer he striek Som haue grosswitts som heds deuien For diuers gracis god doth sien To man as pleaseth him to shoe Whear for let vs confes and knoe He maed not man so viell a thing And set him heer as lord and king Of all the works he did creat But he taeks caer for mans estaet And reasons with man eury owre And in his vessails still doth powre What lickor he thynks meet therfore The pot can neuer boill no moer Than Coek doth list to put thear in
For Cock maks broth boeth thick thin The pottar likwies hath in choyce In which pot he will moest reioyce Which vessaill is for honour maed And which must saâ—ue a seruyell traed The pottar knoes and fashons all â—lls blind and weak we might him call If pot or any vesseill cleer To other porpos sarued heer Than he befoer haeth ordaynd plain To whom the vse of potts pertain As I might say a gardnar good Yet neuer throwly vnder stood What wéeds and flowrs wear méet to gro With in his gardain euen soe Is that as true that god doth want Foersyght of any earthly plant That in his vienyard beareth graepps You grant that god doth giue men shaeppâ— And doth he gyue but form aloen A picktuer wrought of fleash and boen And lets man think what thought he will Doth not he giue him wit and skyll And sets sutch thoughts a mid mans hart As can not com by kind nor aert If god haue geuen lief and breath And in his hand haue lyeâ— and death How should not he nowe would I lern The minds of men befoer desern Eaer they or thought what they shal be If god the cause therof do se Than must they needs from him proceed As ground and roet of eatch good deed For what weer fleash that no lief had And lief from feelyng wear as bad And feelyng coms by reasons loer Than reason haue we not before We do receiue of God that gift Why than there is no other shift But he that putteth in the same Must needs be master of the game If nought be put into the pot It cannot séeth full well ye wot Who boyls the pot and maks the fier Puts things therin at his desier A broken pot ye call that still That neither sarus to good nor ill An needlesse pot god doth not make That will no kynd of licour take What pitchard will for water go Be it not born than way this so No man may thinke a thought say I But it is ordaynd from an hie And powred in vs by his mean That seith eury thyng full clean And knoweth well to what entent Catch vessayl at the first was ment And to sutch vse as they were wrought He letteth them be drawn and brought And boldly now if I durst speake I thynke the makars wit weare weake To form a thyng and doth not know To what entent he made it so Than this must follow if he knue Of all his works what shuld ensue Thear cowrs was set in his foer sight â—ar that he maed the daie and might So needs they must befall likwies Than shuld we not no cause dispies That lerns vs howe to kno his power Which worketh in vs eueri owre A waek a sleep at meat at rest We must find lodging for that geast He will com in and maek a stoer And knock hard at thy consience doer And threatten skorgis for thy sin And speak and talk to the with in And tell the things that aer amis And say thow foell bewaer of this Thow vsest oft thy god I am That for to warn the hether cam To shon the plaegs for the prepaerd But if this warning be not hard And men in sin still sleep and snort And of sutch visions maks a sport Than shall they feel no dream hit was When proef of this doth com to pas â—e that will not be warnd by sleep Whan he awaeks may chance to weep In skriptuer haue I red som time Howe Ihon sawe sowlls to heauen clyme And Iacob dreamd he sawe the rams Leaping this to the choesen lams God doth a peer yea eury whear And sleping rownds men in the ear As Ioâ—b â—oth say and I cowld tell Howe diuers awcttors shoes full well That dreams do signifie to som Great caers and trobulls for to com And vnto other shoes likwies Whan mirth and Ioy thear shall aries I writ not this as for a creed Let men trust dreams as they shall need Som dreams spryng fro a feble brain And som of sicknes and of pain And other subiects mani aâ—on Of which I will deuies apon In dreams aer dowts and doble freaks Som sleeps yet in his dream he speaks And riseth vp yet not a waek And in the howse mutch noys doth maek He torns the lock and goes his way Owt of the doer as at noen day And doth sutch thinges as fawlls in hed By dream and after coms to bed He barrs all fast whear he hath byn And neuer faulls nor breaks his shin Yet seems to sleep yea all the whyell But he that seeth the saem may smyell And wonder at that I dell brayn That in the bed is layd a gain Who laet in sleep a broed he sawe A nother sort will seartch the strawe And thrust a knief throwe bed and all What may we nowe this dreamyng call Of our complexshons coms this gear No suer of som mad freak I fear They ries they breed and norrishtt be And groes in men by som degre That costom maks to folowe kynd Or els they spryng on trobled mind For charged conshens borthend soer Of som shrewd sact fowl don before Which pricks the inward parts of man That hed nor fancie rests not than Though boddy as his cosâ—om is Must â—leep or natuer helds with this Yet whear the conshens is not clean Thear seeks the deuell for to lean And 〈◊〉 no way that may be sought 〈◊〉 plant ther in dispaired thought And maks the dreamar lowd to crie He coms I se him with mine eie And sweats for fear this known I haue And hard howe som do vse to raue And start vpright as they wear woed Som saye hit cometh of a bloed A bloed I fear as doctors saith That springeth of defaut of fayth Som aer of such a weak beleef They thinke each mouse should be a théef And euery Rat that runs about Should be a Deuell out of dout Sutch folke as well daer lye aloen As I dare eat a lode of stoen God neuer thought was on that day At night than how should any way Sutch helhoundes sleep of deulysh deeds Nothyng but fearfull dreams proseeds Their minds on mischeef runs so fast That feare of God or world is past As long as they can finde a maet To chat with all to lie or praet In suertie than ye â—all on hoef They thank they stand amid their roef But whâ—n aloen they hap to goe Thear conshens doth accues them soe They may not syt ne sleep nor rest But gnawing worms are in theyr brest And trembling thoghts doth them confound Theas men must needs now sleep vnsound Of whoe 's mad dreams so God mee speed I thinke wise folke ought take good heed And giue them counsell in this cace And learn them for to feell the grace That god doth promes to vs all With faithfull hart that to him call Good prayer suer may salue this greef This is a part of my beleef And