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The seconde part of the Mirrour for magistrates conteining the falles of the infortunate princes of this lande, from the conquest of Cæsar, vnto the commyng of Duke William the Conquerour.
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Blenerhasset, Thomas.
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place here O Memorie quoth Inquisition they of the reformed Church be the most zelous Pastoures of the world moste of theÌ„ both godly good liuers and wise and in my fancye in many poyntes greatly deseruing the name of reformed But this man was both a Prince and a Prelate whome I refused oftentimes to heare because he looked so deuoutly yet he beeing importunate did ouercome me with his prayers and when I gaue eare vnto him I reioyced And not without a cause good Memorye for it is euen he whom you sent me to seeke Let me see quoth Memorie is it Cadwallader In good time it is euen he in deede O se what the alteration of apparel doth in good fayth I had almost forgotten the man he was the last King of the Brittaynes and when thinges would not fal out after his desire he went to Rome and there he became a Frier But we wyl not accuse him of anye thing let him do the thing that he commeth for you may perswade your selfe that seing he is of the Church his conscience wyl constrayne him in euery thing to tel the truth Then he stepped forthe booted and spurde al in blacke with a long priestes Gowne a square cappe a Scala Caeli in his hande and a longe payre of Beades by his side then he sighing proceeded vnto his purpose and said as followeth ⧠The Complaynt of Cadwallader How Cadwallader the last King of the Brittaynes â–ª after he had behaued him selfe very valiantly against the Saxons resigned his Crowne and went to Rome where he liued in a religious house This storye contayneth in it the estate of al estates You mourning Muses al where euer you remayne Assist my sobbing soule this drierye tale to tell You furious Furies fearce of Lymbo Lake belowâ— Helpe to vnlade my brest of al the bale it beares And you who felte the falle from honors high renowne FroÌ„ graues you grizie ghosts seÌ„d forth to help me mourn O Pallas geue thou place that mourning Clio may On Lute lamenting sound and sing my doleful dumpes Let riming metered lines and and pleasant Musike cease Let Satyres sollome sound sende forth the fall I felt And when the truth of al my Tragedie is knowne Let them that liue then learne al things must haue an end The Persian Monarch and Medes it downe did fal That of Assiria in tracte of time did end Yea Alexanders force in fight subdude them both And brought the worlde so wide into one Monarchie What though the fretting force of Fate did him dismâ—y He felt at laste the foyle his vaunting was in vayne He dead the worlde it was deuided as before The Roman Emperie came tumbling downe at last And where is Troy and Greece and mightie Macedon They flourishte for a tyme like this my little I le The Soldian brought them downe and did theyr states destroy Euen so the Saxons brought the Britayns to the bay Euen these mine eyes did see that hateful â–ª hidious sight These feeble handes when long they labourde had in vaine Dyd yeeld their interest then thus I did complayne Who can refrayne the force of mightye mounting Seas When bellowes make a breache and beate the banckes adown Doth not the saltish surge then beate the bankes adown Then man may not withstand the the rigor of their rage But wisedome would haue kept the waues within their boundes Counsayle doth come to late when hope of helpe is past Such was my filthye fate my lewde and lothsome lucke I sought a salue to cure and helpe the helpelesse wound For long before my tyme seuen Kings were setled here The Saxons such as dwelt by East Sibertus rulde The Angles in the East Redwallus â—ulde as king Then Ethelbert was king of all the coast of Kent In Southsex Ethelwolfus wore the regall crowne Then Quincillinus was a Saxon king by west Of Martia in the midst king Penda was the Prince And Edwin in Northumberland did rule and raygne How dyd my Grandsire grand renowmed Arthur he These seuen destroye wyth deadly field of wrackfull warre â–ª But Mordred made the meane that brought them in agayne Vorâ—iporus wyth warre almost consumde them all Then Malgo he with peace restorde agayne their state Cariticus the synne of Ciuil stryfe did loue For which Gurmundus did the Britaynes much annoy Then Cadwin out of Wales kyng Etheldred did spoyle Cadwalline then did force king Penda to a foyle And I Cadwallader at last did presse in place Then Lothar king of Kent in warre that wretch I slue And Ethiwolne â—he king of Southsaxons I spoylde The other fiue did me inuade with cruel fight With whom in diuers warres I diuersly did speed Somtime Bellona blewe a blessed blaste for me And changed chaunce somtime did farce my men to flee Whilst thus I wagde my warres in secrete silent night The very voyce of God it thus to me did speake Thou striust ageinst the streame the tide doth beate thee backe Strike thou thy Sailes take Ancor hold els must thou feele a wracke â–ª Which saying did in deede amaze me more by muche Then al the force that man against my wil might bende For who the wyll of God with weapons may resist And when as sinne hath solde a countrye to decay Then prayer must preuayle for weapons will not helpe And when the end is come when all the glasse is runne Who can resist the force of Fate and destinies Who things forerunne to fal from falling can refraine It passeth mortall might to bring such thinges about Let man content himselfe to do what best he may By trying too to much no man his God may tempte But mortall man must thinke that God the best doth knowe Who can depresse to dust and cayse when best him please And as I thus amidst my musinges did remayne I did resigne my crowne and deemde al honoures vayne And though it greeude me muche to feele the fall I felte Yet was I well content I could not as I would For which I left my lande my people and my place The Saxons they obtaynde the wage for which they warrde When I three yeares had raygnd without one day of rest Euen then in mourning robes at Rome I did ariue And there contemning all the worlde and worldly thinges I made my selfe a Monke ceasse Memory to muse A Monke I made my selfe thou knowst it passing playne Amongste the Friers there I led my lyngring life And tyll my dying day I daily did deuise How by my meanes it might to all the worlde be knowne That mortall flesh is frayle and euery thing must fade And euen amongst those thinges which Nature doth create Nothing so vile as man amongst the rest is founde Which made Heraclitus with ceasslesse sighes to wayle He to hys dying day did nothing els but weepe Affirming all the worlde vnder the heauen to be A path of penitence a maze of misery What is the life of man but care and daily toyle Bearyng alwayes about
twyst in twayne I graunt my sonne the Monarchie is myne For at his death thy father gaue it me For terme of life but let it nowe be thine I aged must goe pay the earth her fee I am content to liue with lesse degree O louing sonne geue eare vnto my hest I wyl not rule that charge for thee is best And when he myght not rule his mothers minde Agaynst his wyll he wylling did assent That al should be as I had then assignde To rule the worlde he greued was content And whilste that there my happie dayes I spent Reioycing much to see my sonnes successe I dyde and had a heauenly happinesse Thrice happye I who ranne this Royal race And in the ende my wished Goale did get For by my meanes al people did imbrace The fayth of Christ the orders I did set They were obayd with ioy which made me iet Euen in this blesse a better blesse befel I dyde and nowe my soule in heauen doth dwel So now you see the happye hap I had Learne then thereby to do as I haue done To prayse gods name let euery Prince be glad To persecute the truth let al men shunne By vertuous wayes great honor maye be wonne But he who doth to vices vile incline May be comparde vnto a filthie swine Who doth not loue the playne nor pleasant way He can not feare to sleepe amidst the greene But in the mire he doth delyght to lay So Princes such as vile and vicious beene Do tumble aye amidst a sinke of sinne Whose names on earth whose soules in hel remayne In infamye the other pincht with payne Let them that seeke for euerlasting fame Tread in the steppes that I before haue trod And he who would avoyd reprochful shame And flee the smart of Plutoes ruthful rod Let him not cease to learne the law of God Which onely lawe mans stumbling steppes doth 〈◊〉 Who walkes therein his feete can neuer slide The Induction BEholde quoth Memorye the effect of vertue and godlynesse If the contentatioÌ„ of the mind be perfecte happinesse as some Philosophers haue defynde it then no doubt this Queene was most happy and happp is hee who can imitate her in her happynesse But not long time after her there lyued a King named Vortiger who for his vice was as diuerslye afflicted as this Woman for her vertue was blessed I doo remember the wickednesse of this man was exceeding great Haue you founde hym out Inqusition is not this he good Memory quoth Inqusition I founde hym both sitting and sighing amongst the miserable and it would appeare that hee is ashamed to make rehearsall of thinges past It is euen he quoth Memorie you may know him by his fyry lookes for though it be long since hee liued yet he beareth about with hym the badge of his destruction Note you his story with dilygeÌ„ce good Inquisition for this is hee who subuerted the common weale of Brirtayne And you Sir Prince I doo coniure you by the duty you owe vnto mee who doo know all thinges that you doo heere repeate vnto vs the whole Story of your estate Wherewith he with smoking sighes greatly against his wyl saide as followeth ⧠The Complaynt of Vortiger ¶ How Vortiger destroyed the young kyng Constantine and howe he obteyned the Crowne howe the abusyng of his prosperitie brought hys Realme so lowe that he was constrayned to hyre souldyers to defend hym selfe from hys enimyes and howe after many miseries he was miserably burnt in his Castle by the brethren of Constantine BY quiet peace of Ianus ioylitie Their happy hauens with forewinds forst some haue By wrackful warres of Mars his crueltie With much adoo some get the Goale they craue By subtyl sleightes and fetches boulstred braue My haplesse hand dyd hyt with leueled lyne The aymed marke the more mishap was myne By gyftes of grace some men haue happy hap By blessed byrth to Kyngdomes borne some be Succession sets some men in Fortunes lap By wisedome wyt and prudent policie Some clyme aloft by trustlesse treacherie And courage dooth a multitude aduaunce Driftes finely filde they dyd my state inhaunce I Vortiger by byrth was borne a Lorde Kyng Constantine his Coosin did me call I cride amayne and clapt his crowne a borde And for a tyme til Fortune forst my fall With restlesse blesse I sate in stately stall But men of warre of much more might then I For my desert my carefull corpes did fry As furious force of fiery flashing flame With Cinders brought my body to decay So smulderyng smokes of euerlasting shame Reude my renowne and wipte my fame away What may I more of my misfortune say I sigh to see I silent ceasse to tell What me destroide and drownd my soule in hel Here to repeate the partes that I haue playd Were to vnâ—ippe a trusse of trumpery For me to shew how I aloft was stayde Were to erect a schoole of Trechery Silence is best let no man learne by me Nor by my meanes how they by wicked waies From low estate aloft them selues may rayse As good men can by wicked workes beware So wicked men by wicked workes be wise If ill men reade my deedes which wicked were They by my meanes will compasse their surmise For wicked workers dayly do deuise To make examples vile and vicious To stand in stead to serue their lawlesse lust The Serpent thence his venym vile dooth drawe From whence the Bee her honny sweete dooth get Leawd liuers learne to breake the written lawe By that whereby good men doo learne much wit. For wicked men eche fetche is thought most fyt To serue their turne therefore I compt it best To leaue my faultes and follyes vnconfest Geue leaue therefore good Memory I may Not here repeate my tedious Tragedy Inquiry let me nowe departe away My common weale subuerted was by me I leawdly liude and dyde in misery And for my faultes I felt disdayneful smarte Let this suffice and let me nowe departe With that he seemde as on that would away But Memory stay stay thy steppes quoth she Let wicked men procure their owne decay We recke it not if warned once they be Let that suffice and let thy misery Make iust report how vayne and vile a thing It is to liue as a vsurping King. Sith needes I must repented faultes forerunne Repeat and tel the fal and foyle I felt Patience perforce to speake shame bids me shunne To thinke thereof dooth make my harte to melte But sith I needes must shewe howe here I delt I am contente to tell the truth of al Let wise men learne to stande which reade my fal For first I causde the young king Constantine Of faythlesse Scots and Pictes to make his garde They by my meanes did kil their kyng in fine For which with speede I sent them al to warde And hangde them al their cause was neuer harde So I who fyrst did cause them kil their king To stop their mouthes them al to