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cause_n	call_v	name_n	place_n	1,382	5	4.2100	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03326	The first parte of the Mirour for magistrates containing the falles of the first infortunate princes of this lande: from the comming of Brute to the incarnation of our sauiour and redemer Iesu Christe.	Higgins, John, fl. 1570-1602.	1574 (1574)	STC 13443; ESTC S106149	67,530	161

in daunger of his life My father had on him there with remorce Came with a troupe of men to ende the strife When Frenchmen same the Troians force so rife They fled a maye vnto their losse and paine In fight and flight nighe all their host was slaine And in that broyle saue Corinaeus none Did fight so fearcely as did Turnus then My fathers cosin with his sworde alone Did sley that time welnighe sire hundreth men They found him dead as they retournd agen Amongst the Frenchmen wounded boide of breath Which pinche my fathers hart as pangs of death On this they bode a whyle reuenge to yeilde And to interre the dead and Turnus slaine They tooke a towne not farre from place of fielde And built it strong to here the Galles againe The name they gaue it still doth yet remayne Syth there they buried Turnus yet men call It Tours and name the folke Turones all Which towne they left at last with Troianes mande When as their ships were storde with what they nede A borde they hoyste vp sayles and left the lande By aybing windes they cut the seas with spede At lengthe the shining Albion clyues did feede Their gasing eyes by meanes wherof they fande Out Totnes hauen and tooke this promiste lande The countrie semed pleasaunt at the vewe And was by none inhabited as yet But certaine Giauntes whom they did pursue Which straight to caues in mountaines did thē get So fine were woodes floudes and fountaines set My father had no cause but like it well And gaue his souldiers places in to dwell And then this I le that Albion had to name My father caused Britayne called bee And eke the people Britaynes of the same As yet in auncient recordes is to see To Corinaeus gaue he franke and free The lande of Cornwall for his seruice don And for because from Giauntes he it won Then sith our Troiane stocke came first from Troy My father thought that dutie did him bynde Sithe fortune thus had saude him from-anoye The auncient towne againe to call to minde He builte new Troye and Troian lawes assignde Wherby his stocke to his eternall fame Might kepe of Troye the euerlasting name And setled there in perfecte peace and reste Deuoyde of warre of labours strife or payne Then eke my mother all his ioyes encreaste A prince she bare and after other twayne Was neuer king of children erste so fayne Three sonnes because of Innogen he gate Locrinus Camber last me Albanacto Thus hauing welthe and eke the worlde at will Nor wanting ought that might his mynde content T' increase his power with wightes of warlike skill Was all his minde his purpose and intent Wherby if foes inuasion after ment The Britaynes might not feare of foraine landes But kepe by fight possessions in their handes Then when his people once perceaude his mynde As what the prince doth often moste embrace To that the subiectes all are straight inclinde And reuerence still in eache respecte his grace They gat in warre such knowledge in short space That after they their force to try begon They carde for nought by wyt or wight not won They got of Giantes moūtaines whence they came And woodes frō whēce they oft made wise they wold Destroye and kill when voyage out they framde Or she wde them selues in banding ouer bold Then straight the Britaynes gladder then of gold Were redy still to fight at euery call Till time they had extiucte the monsters all Whereby the king had cause to take delight And might be bolde the lesse to feare his toes Perdye eche Priuce may recke his enmyes spite Thereafter as his force in fight he knoes A Princely hart the liberall gifts disclose He gaue to eche such guerdons for their facts As might them onely moue to noble actes No labours great his subiects then refusot Nor trauailes that might like his regall miude But eche of them such exercise well vsde Wherein was praise or glorye greate to finde And to their leidge bare faithful harts so kinde That what he wild they all obeyde his beste Nought els was currant but the kings request What Priuce aliue might more reioyce then 〈◊〉 Had faithfull men so baliaunt bolde and stout What pleasure more on carty could lightly 〈◊〉 Then winne an Isle and liue deuoyde of doubt An Isle saide 〈◊〉 naye namde the world throughout An other world sith Sea doth it deuide From th' earth that wants not all the world beside What subiects eke more happye were then these Had such a king of such a noble hart And such a lande enioyde and liude at ease Whereof eche man almost might chose his part No feare of foes vnknowen was treasons arte No fayning frends no fawning Gnatoes skill No Thrasoes brags but bearing ech good will. But as eache Sommer once receaues amende And as no state can stable stande for aye As course of tyme doth cause thinges home bende As cuery pleasure hath hit ending daye As will can neuer passe the power of mayc Euen so my father happy dayes that spente Perceaude he must by sickenesse laste relente As both the shipman well forsee the storme And knowes what daunger lyes in syrtes of sande Eke as the husband man prouides beforne When he perceaues the wynter colde at hande Euen so the wise that course of thiuges haue scande Can well the ende of sicknes great presage When it is ioynde with yeares of stooping age His counsayle all and we assembled were To byd vs hie or haste there was no nede We went with them this nemes vs caused feare Sithe so he sent he was not well in dede And when we all approtchte to him with spede To soone alasse his grace right sicke we founde And him saluted as our duty bounde And casting of his doulfull eyes aside Not able well to moue his painefull head As silent we with teares his minde abyde He wild him selfe be rearid in his bed Which done with sight of vs his eyes he fed Eke pawsing so a whyle for breathe he stayde At lengthe to them and vs thus myse be sayde No marueyle fare though you herewith be sad You noble Britaynes for your Brutus sake Sithe whilome me your captaine stout you had That nome my leaue and last farewell must take Thus nature willes me once an ende to make And leaue you here behinde which after mee Shall come as I departe before you ice You wot wherfore I with the Grecians foughte With dinte of sworde I made their force to flye Antenors frendes on Tuscane shores I soughte And did you not my promiste lande denye By Martiall powre I made the Frenchmen flye Where you to saue I loste my faithfull frense For you at Tours my Turnus tooke his ende I 〈◊〉 not now resite what loue I bare My frendship you I truste haue founde so well That none emongste you all which present are With teares doth not recorde the tale I tell Eke whom I founde for