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A20811	The barrons vvars in the raigne of Edward the second. VVith Englands heroicall epistles. By Michael Drayton	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. England's heroical epistles. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Idea. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Mortimeriados.	1603 (1603)	STC 7189; ESTC S109887	176,619	413

treason Th'vnlawfull meanes doth make his lawfull gaine Hee speakes most true when he the most doth faine Pardon the faults that haue escap'd by mee Against fayre vertue chastitie and thee If Gods can theyr owne excellence excell It is in pardoning mortalls that rebell VVhen all thy tryalls are enroul'd by fame And all thy sexe made glorious by thy name Then I a captiue shall be brought hereby To adorne the tryumph of thy chastitie I sue not now thy Paramore to be But as a husband to be linck'd to thee I am Englands heyre I thinke thou wilt confesse VVert thou a Prince I hope I am no lesse But that thy birth doth make thy stocke diuine Else durst I boast my blood as good as thine Disdaine me not nor take my loue in scorne vvhose brow a crowne heereafter may adorne But what I am I call mine owne no more Take what thou wilt and what thou wilt restore Onely I craue what ere I did intend In faithfull loue now happily may end Farewell sweet Lady so well maist thou fare To equall ioy with measure of my care Thy vertues more then mortall tongue can tell A thousand thousand times farewell farewell Notes of the Chronicle Historie Receaue these papers from thy wofull Lord. BAndello by whom this history was made famous being an Italian as it is the peoples custome in that climbe● rather to faile sometime in the truth of circumstance then toforgoe the grace of their 〈◊〉 in like manner as the Grecians of whom the Satyrist Et quicquid Graecia mendax Audet in historia Thinking it to be a greater tryall that a Countesse should be sude vnto by a King then by the sonne of a King and consequently that the honor of her chastitie should be the more hath causd it to be generally taken so but as by Polidore Fabian and Froisard appeares the contrarie is true Yet may Bandello be very well excused as beeing a stranger whose errors in the truth of our historie are not so materiall that they should neede an inuectiue least his wit should be defrauded of any part of his due which were not lesse were euery part a fiction Howbeit least a common errour should preuaile against a truth these Epistles are conceiued in those persons who were indeed the actors to wit Edward surnamed that Black Prince not so much of his complexion as of the dismall battels which he fought in Fraunce in like sence as we may say a black day for some tragicall euent though the sunne shine neuer so bright therein And Alice the Countesse of Salisbury who as it is certaine was beloued of Prince Edward so it is as certaine that many points now current in the receiued story can neuer hold together with likelihood of such enforcement had it not been shewed vnder the title of a King And when thou let'st downe that transparent lid Not that the lid is transparent for no part of the skin is transparent but for the gemme which that closure is sayd to containe is transparent for otherwise how could the mind vnderstand by the eye should not the images slide through the same and replenish the stage of the fantasie but this belongs to Opticks The Latines call the eye lid cilium I will not say of celande as the eye brow supercilium and the haire on the eye lyds palpebra perhaps quod palpitet all which haue their distinct and necessary vses Alice Countesse of Salisburie to the blacke Prince AS one would grant yet gladly would denie Twixt hope and feare I doubtfully reply A womans weakenes least I should discouer Answering a Prince and writing to a louer And some say loue with reason doth dispence And wrest our plaine words to another sence Thinke you not then poore women had not neede Be well aduis'd to write what men should reede vvhen being silent moouing but awry Giues cause of scandall and of obloquy vvhilst in our harts our secret thoughts abide Th'inuenom'd tongue of slaunder yet is tide But if once spoke deliuered vp to fame Hers the report but ours returnes the shame About to write yet newly entring in Me thinks I end ere I can well begin VVhen I would end then somthing makes me stay And then me thinks I should haue more to say And some one thing remaineth in my brest For want of words that cannot be exprest vvhat I would say and said to thee I faine Then in thy person I reply againe Then in thy cause vrge all I can obiect Then what againe mine honour must respect O Lord what sundry passions doe I try Striuing to hate you forcing contrarie Being a Prince I blame you not to proue The greater reason to obtaine your loue That greatnes which doth challenge no deniall The onely rest that doth allow my triall Edward so great the greater were his fall And my offence in this were capitall To men is granted priuiledge to tempt But in that charter women be exempt Men win vs not except we giue consent Against our selues except our selues are bent VVho doth impute it is a fault to you You proue not false except we be vntrue It is your vertue being men to trie And it is ours by vertue to denie Your fault it selfe serues for the faults excuse And makes it ours though yours be the abuse Beauty a begger fie it is too bad vvhen in it selfe sufficiencie is had Not made a lure t' intice the wandring eye But an attire t' adorne sweet modestie If modestie and women once doe seuer Farewell our fame farewell our name for euer Let Iohn and Henry Edwards instance be Matilda and faire Rosamond for me A like both woo'd alike ●u'd to be wonne Th' one by the Father th' other by the Sonne Henry obtaining did our weakenes wound And layes the fault on wanton Rosamond Matilda cha●t in life and death all one By her deniall layes the fault on Iohn By these we proue men accessarie still But women onely principals of ill VVhat prayse is ours but what our vertues get If they be lent so much we be in debt vvhilst our owne honours vertue doth defend● All force too weake what euer men pretend If all the world else should suborne our fame T is we our selues that ouerthrow the same And how so ere although by force you win Yet on our weakenes still returnes the sin You are a vertuous Prince so thought of all And shall I then be guiltie of your fall Now God forbid yet rather let me die Then such a sinne vpon my soule should lie VVhere is great Edward whether is he led At whose victorious name whole Armies fled Is that braue spirit that conquer'd so in France Thus ouercome and vanquish'd with a glance Is that great hart that did aspire so hie So soone transpersed with a womans eye He that a King at Poycters battell tooke Himselfe led captiue with a wanton looke Twice as a bride to Church I haue beene led Twice haue two Lords enioy'd

in Florence or in Genoa borne But with vaine boasts how witlesse fond am I Thus to draw on mine owne indignitie And what though married when I was but young Before I knew what did to loue belong Yet he which now 's possessed of the roome Cropt beauties flower when it was in the bloome An● goes away enriched with the store vvhilst others gleane where he hath reapt before And he dares sweare that I am true and iust And shall I then deceiue his honest trust Or what strange hope should make you to assaile vvhere strongest battery neuer could preuaile Belike you thinke that I repulst the rest To leaue a King the conquest of my brest Or haue thus long preseru'd my selfe from all A Monarch now should glory in my fall Yet rather let me die the vildest death Then liue to draw that sinne-polluted breath But our kinde harts mens teares cannot abide And we least angry oft when most we chide Too well know men what our creation made vs And nature too well taught them to inuade vs. They know but too well how what when and where To write to speake to sue and to forbeare By signes by sighes by motions and by teares vvhen vowes should serue when othes when smiles when prayers vvhat one delight our humors most doth moue Onely in that you make vs nourish loue If any naturall blemish blot our face You doe protest it giues our beautie grace And what attire we most are vsd to weare That of all other excellent'st you sweare And if we walke or sit or stand or lie It must resemble some one Deitie And what you know we take delight to heare That are you euer sounding in our eare And yet so shamelesse when you tempt vs thus To lay the fault on beauty and on vs. Romes wanton Ouid did those rules impart O that your nature should behelp'd with Art VVho would haue thought a King that cares to raigne Inforc'd by loue so Poet-like should faine To say that beautie Times sterne rage to shun In my cheekes Lillies hid her from the sun And when she meant to triumph in her May Made that her East and heere she broke her day And swear'st that Sommer still is in my sight And but where I am all the world is night As though the fayr'st ere since the world began To me a sun-burnt base Egiptian But yet I know more then I meane to tell O would to God you knew it not too well That women oft theyr most admirers raise Though publiquely not flattering theyr owne prayse Our churlish husbands which our youth enioy'd vvho with our dainties haue theyr stomacks cloyd Doe loath our smooth hand with theyr lips to feele T' enrich our fauours by our beds to kneele At our commaund to waite to send to goe As euery howre our amorous seruaunts doe vvhich makes a stolne kisse often we bestow In earnest of a greater good we owe VVhen he all day torments vs with a frowne Yet sports with Venus in a bed of Downe vvhose rude embracement but too ill beseemes Her span-broade wast her white and daintie limmes And yet still preaching abstinence of meate vvhen he himselfe of euery dish will eate Blame you our husbands then if they denie Our publique walking our loose libertie If wi●h exception still they vs debar The circuite of the publique Theater To heare the smooth-tongu'd Poets Syren vaine Sporting in his lasciuious Comick scene Or the young wanton wits when they applaude The slie perswasions of some subtile Baude Or passionate Tragedian in his rage Acting a loue-sicke passion on the stage vvhen though abroade restrayning vs to rome They very hardly keepe vs safe at home And oft are touch'd with feare and inward griefe Knowing rich prizes soonest tempt a theefe VVhat sports haue we whereon our minds to set Our dog our Parrat or our Marmuzet Or once a weeke to walke into the field Small is the pleasure that those toyes doe yeeld But to this griefe a medicine you apply To cure restraint with that sweet libertie And soueraigntie ô that bewitching thing Yet made more great by promise of a King And more that honour which doth most intice The holiest Nunne and she that 's nere so nice Thus still we striue yet ouer-come at length For men want mercy poore women strength Yet graunt that we could meaner men resist when kings once come they conquer as they list Thou art the cause Shore pleaseth not my sight That his embraces giue me no delight Thou art the cause I to my selfe an strange Thy comming is my full thy set my change Long vvinter nights be minutes if thou here Short minuts if thou absent be a yeere And thus by strength thou art become my sate And mak'st me loue euen in the midst of hate Notes of the Chronicle Historie Would I had led an humble Shepheards life Nor knowne the name of Shores admired 〈◊〉 TWo or three Poems written by sundry men 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 womans beautie whom that ornament of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 more particular glory Sir Thomas Moore very highly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 her beauty she being aliue in his time though 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Her stature was meane her haire of a dark 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 full her eye gra● delicate harmony beeing betwixt each parts proportion and each proportions colour her body fat white smooth her countenaunce cheerefull and like to her condition That picture which I haue seene of hers was such as she rose out of her bed in the morning hauing nothing on but a rich mantle cast vnder one arme ouer her shoulder and sitting in a chayre on which her naked arme did lie What her fathers name was or where she was borne is not certainly knowne but Shore a young man of right good person wealth and behauiour abandoned her bed after the King had made her his Concubine Richard the third causing her to do open penanc● in Paules Church-yarde commaunded that no man should relieue her which the tyrant did not so much for his hatred to sinne but that by making his brothers life odious he might couer his horrible trea●on the more cunningly May number Rumneys flowers or Isis fish Rumney is that famous Marsh in Kent at whose side Rie a Hauen-towne dooth stand Heereof the excellent English Antiquarie Maister Camden and Maister Lambert in his preambulation do make mention and Marishes are cōmonly called those low grounds which abut vpon the sea and from the Latine word are so denominated Isis is here vsed for Thamesis by a Senecdochicall kind of speech or by a Poeticall libertie in vsing one for another for it is said that Thamesis is compounded of Tame and Isis making when they are mette that renowned water running by London a Citty much more renowned then that water which beeing plentifull of fish is the cause also why all things else are plentifull therein Moreouer I am perswaded that there is no Riuer in the world beholds more stately buildings on eyther side cleane

my Bridall bed How can that beauty yet be vndestroy'd That yeeres haue wasted and two men enioy'd Or should be thought fit for a Princes store Of which two subiects were possess'd before Let Spaine let Fraunce or Scotland so prefer Their infant Queenes for Englands dowager That blood should be much more then halfe diuine● That should be equall euery way with thine Yet Princely Edward though I thus reproue you As mine owne life so deerely do I loue you My noble husband which so loued you That gentle Lord that reuerend Mountague Nere mothers voice did please her babe so well As his did mine of you to heare him tell I haue made short the houres that time made long And chain'd mine eares vnto his pleasing tong My lips haue waited on your praises worth And snatch'd his words ere he could get them forth vvhen he hath spoke and somthing by the way● Hath broke off that he was about to say I kept in mind where from his tale he fell Calling on him the residue to tell Oft he would say how sweet a Prince is hee vvhen I haue prais'd him but for praising thee And to proceed I would entreat and wooe And yet to ease him helpe and prayse thee too Must she be forc'd t'exclaime th'iniurious wrong Offred by him whom she hath lou'd so long Nay I will tell and I durst almost sweare Edward will blush when he his fault shall heare Iudge now that time doth youths desire asswage And reason mildly quench'd the fire of rage By vpright iustice let my cause be tride And be thou iudge if I not iustly chide That not my Fathers graue and reuerent yeeres His bending knee his cheeke-bedewing teares His prayers perswasions nor entreats could win To free himselfe as guiltlesse of my sin My mothers cries her shreeks her pittious mones Her deepe-fetch'd sighs her sad hart-breaking grones Thy lustfull rage thy tyranny could stay Mine honours ruine further to delay Haue I not lou'd you say can you say no That as mine owne preseru'd your honour so Had your ●ond will your foule desires preuail'd vvhen you by them my chastitie assail'd Though this no way could haue excus'd my fault True vertue neuer yeelded to assault Yet what a thing were this it should be said My parents sin should to your charge be laid And I haue gain'd my liberty with shame To saue my life made shipwrack of my name Did Roxborough once vaile her towring sane To thy braue ensigne on the Northerne plaine And to thy trumpet sounding from thy Tent Often replie with ioy and merriment And did receiue thee as my soueraigne liege Comming to ayde thou shouldst againe besiege To raise a foe but for my treasure came To plant a foe to take my honest name Vnder pretence to haue remou'd the Scot And wouldst haue wone more then he could haue got That did ingirt me readie still to flie But thou laid'st batterie to my chastitie O modestie didst thou me not restraine How I could chide you in this angrie vaine A Princes name heauen knowes I doe not craue To haue those honours Edwards spouse should haue Nor by ambitious lures will I be brought In my chast brest to harbour such a thought As to be worthy to be made a Bride An Empresse place by mighty Edwards side Of all the most vnworthy of that grace To waite on her that should enioy that place But if that loue Prince Edward doth require Equall his vertues and my chast desire If it be such as we may iustly vaunt A Prince may sue for and a Lady graunt If it be such as may suppresse my wrong That from your vaine vnbridled youth hath sprong That faith I send that I from you receaue The rest vnto your Princely thoughts I leaue Notes of the Chronicle Historie Twice as a Bride I haue to Church beene led THe two husbands of which she maketh mention obiecting Bigamay against her selfe as beeing therefore not meete to be maried with a Batcheler-Prince were Sir Thomas Holland Knight Sir William Mountague afterward made Earle of Salisburie That not my Fathers graue and reuerent yeeres A thing incredible that any Prince should be so vniust to vse the Fathers meanes for the corruption of the daughters chastitie though so the historie importeth her Father being so honourable and a man of so singuler desert though Polidore would haue her thought to be Iane the daughter to Edmund Earle of Kent Vncle to Edward the third beheaded in the Protectorship of Mortimer that daungerous aspirer And I haue gain'd my libertie with shame Roxborough is a Castle in the North mistermed by Bandello Salisburie Castle because the king had giuen it to the Earle of Salisburie in which her Lord being absent the Countesse by the Scots was besieged who by the cōming of the English Armie were remoued Heere first the Prince saw her whose liberty had been gained by her shame had she been drawne by dishonest loue to satisfie his appetite but by her most prayse-worthy constancie she conuerted that humor in him to an honourable purpose obtained the true reward of her admired vertues The rest vnto your princely thoughts I leaue Least any thing be left out which were worth the relation it shall not be impertinent to annex the opinions that are vttered concerning her whose name is said to haue been A●lips but that beeing reiected as a name vnknowne among vs Froisard is rather belieued who calleth her Alice Polidore contrariwise as before is declared names her Iane who by Prince Edward had issue Edward dying young and Richard the second King of England though as he saith she was deuorced afterwards because within the degrees of consanguinitie prohibiting to marrie the truth whereof I omit to discusse her husband the Lord Montague being sent ouer with the Earle of Suffolke into Flaunders by King Edward was taken prisoner by the French not returning left his Countesse a widow in whose bed succeeded Prince Edward to whose last and lawfull request the reioycefull Ladie sends this louing aunswere FINIS To the Right Honourable and my very good Lord Edward Earle of Bedford THrice noble and my gracious Lord the loue I haue euer borne to the illustrious house of Bedford and to the honourable familie of the Harringtons to the which by marriage your Lordship is happily vnited hath long since deuoted my true and zealous affection to your honourable seruice and my Poems to the protection of my noble Ladie your Countesse to whose seruice I was first bequeathed by that learned and accomplished Gentleman Sir Henry Goodere not long since deceased whose I was whilst hee was whose patience pleased to beare with the imperfections of my heedlesse and vnstated youth That excellent and matchlesse Gentleman was the first cherrisher of my Muse which had beene by his death left a poore Orphan to the world had hee not before bequeathed it to that Lady whō●e so deerly loued Vouchsafe then my deere Lord