Sir THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision With the ghoasts of Weston Mâ— Turner the late Lieftenant of the Tower and Franklin By R. N. Oxon. In poenam insectatur vmbra PRINTED FOR R. M. T.I. 1616. SIR THOMAS OVERBVRIES Vision WHen poyson O that poyson and foule wrong Should euer be the subiect of my song Had set loud Fame vpon a loftie wing Throughout our streetes with horrid voice to sing Those vncouth tidings in each itching eare How raging lust of late too soone did beare That monster murther who once brought to light Did slay the man whose vision I recite Then did th' inconstant vulgar day by day Like feathers in the wind blowne euery way Frequent the Forum where in thickest throng I one amongst the rest did passe along To heare the iudgement of the wise and know That late blacke deede the cause of mickle woe But from the reach of voice too farre compel'd That beast of many heads I there beheld And did obserue how euerie common drudge Assum'd the person of an awefull Iudge Here in the hall amidst the throng one stands Nodding his head and acting with his hands Discoursing how the poysons swift or slow Did worke as if their nature he did knowe An other here presuming to outstrippe The rest in sounder iudgement on his lippe His finger layes and winketh with one eye As if some deeper plot he could descrie Here foure or fiue that with the vulgar sort Will not impart their matters of import Withdraw and whisper as if they alone Talk't things that must not vulgarly be knowne And yet they talke of naught from morne till noone But wonders and the fellowe in the moone Here some excuse that which was most amisse Others doe there accuse where no crime is Accusing that which they excus'd anon Inconstant people neuer constant known Censure from lippe to lippe did freely flie He that knew nothing with the rest would crie The voice of iudgement euery age shall finde Th' ignoble vulgar cruell mad in minde The muddie spawne of euery fruitlesse braine Daub'd out in ignominious lines did staine Papers in each mans hand with rayling rimes Gainst the foule Actors of these wel-knowne crimes Base wittes like barking currs to bite at them Whom iustice vnto death shall once condem I that beheld how whispering rumour fed The hungrie eares of euery vulgar head With her ambiguous voyce night being come Did leaue the Forum and returned home Where after some repast with greife opprest Of these bad dayes I tooke me to my rest And in that silent time when sullen night Did hide heau'ns twinckling tapers from our sight And on the earth with blackest lookes did lowre When euery clocke chimb'd twelue the midnight houre In which imprison'd ghoasts free licence haue About the world to wander from their graue When hungrie wolues and wakefull dogges do howle At euery breach of aire when the sad owle On the house top beating her balefull wings And shreeking out her dolefull ditty sings The song of death vnto the sicke that lie Hopelesse of health forewarning them to die Iust at that houre I thought my chamber dore Did softly open and vpon the floare I heard one glide along who at the last Did call and bid me wake at which agast I vp did looke and loe a naked man Of comely shape but deadly pale and wan Before me did appeare in whose sad looke As in the mappe of griefe or sorrowes booke My eye did reade such characters of woe As neither paintings skill nor pen can showe With dreadfull horrour almost stricken dead At such a sight I shrunke into my bed But the poore Ghoast to let me vnderstand For what he came did waft me with his hand And sorrowes teares distilling from his eies His poyson'd limbs he show'd and bad me rise Which fearefull I not daring disobey Rose vp and follow'd while he lead the way Through many vncouth wayes he led me on Ouer that Towers fatall hill whereon That scaffold stands which sithence it hath stood Hath often lickt vp treasons taynted blood Thence ouer that same wharfe fast by whose shoares From Londons bridge the prince of riuers roares He in a moments space by wondrous power Transported me into that spacious Tower Where as we entred in the very sight Of that vast building did my soule affright There did I call to minde how or'e that gate The chamber was where vnremorfefull fate Did worke the falls of those two Princes dead Who by their foes were smothered in their bed And there I did behold that fatall greene Where famous Essex woefull fall was seene Where guiltie Suffolks guiltlesse daughter Iane The scaffold with her noble blood did staine Where royall Anne her life to death resign'd Whose wombe did beare the praise of women kind And where the last Plantaginet did pore Her life out in her blood where many more Whom law did iustly or vniustly taxe Past by the sentence of the bloody axe And here as one with suddaine sorrow stroke The Ghoast stood still a while with dolefull looke Fixt on the ground and after sad sighes giuen With eyes and hands vp-lifted vnto heauen As calling them to witnesse of his woe In sad complaint his griefe he thus did show Great God of heauen that pittiest humane wrongs To whom alone reuenge of blood belongs Thou that vpon the wings of heauen do'st ride And laugh'st to scorne the man that seekes to hide And ouer-burie guiltlesse blood in dust Thou know'st the paines of my impoyson'd ghoast When men more changing then th' inconstant winde Or doe not know or knowing wilfull blinde Will not behold dead Ouerburies griefe But thinke his losse no more then losse of life Ye friends vnkind and false that after death Doe let your friendship vanish with the breath Of him that 's dead and thinke since truth begun To trie my cause more satisfaction done Then all my wrongs require giue eare and say When I haue told my griefe if from the day That mans first blood to heauen cri'd out of earth For vengeance 'gainst the first mans eldest birth Vntill this time if man for life so lost More iustly may complaine then my dead ghoast I was aye me that I was euer so Belou'd in court first step to all my woe There did I gaine the grace of Prince and Peeres Knowne old in iudgement though but young in yeers And there as in this Kingdomes garden where Both weedes and flowers doe grow my plant did beare The buddes of hope which flowring in their prime And May of youth did promise fruit in time But lust foule lust did with a hand of blood Supplant my plant and crop me in the budde Yet to my selfe had I my counsells kept Or had I drown'd my cares in rest and slept When I did breake my quiet sleepes and waite To serue a false friend and aduance his state I had not met with this inhumane wrong But might
perhaps haue happy liu'd and long Did euer fortune pinch him with constraint That little wealth I had supply'd his want Did euer cares perplex his feeble braine What wit I had his weakenesse did sustaine Did euer error make him doe amisse What wisedome I had learn'd was euer his My wit my wealth and wisedome with good chaunce In his great honours May game lead the daunce I doe not falsly boast the gifts of mind Best wittes can iudge my Wife I left behind Vnto the world a witnesse may remaine I had no dull conceit no barren braine But as a dogge that at his pray doth ame Doth onely loue the water for his game Which once obtain'd he playing then no more Shakes off the water when he comes on shore So my great Friend no friend but my great Foe Safe swimming in that way which I did showe Through dangers waters after honours game Did shake me off when I had gain'd the same Vaine man too late thou do'st repent my wrong That huge great sayle of Honour was too strong For thy great boate wanting thy friend to steare In this thy weakenesse and my worth appeare O hadst thou kept the path by me begunne That other impious race thou hadst not runne In wayes of vice thy steps I did not guide Onely for vertue Ouerburie di'd But had in gratitude no further gone I had not wail'd with many a piteous grone These poysoned limbes O how will future times Blushing to heare such execrable crimes Beleeue report when then it shall be said Thou wast that man that man that me betray'd That sauage man that wanting meanes or heart Or rather both to meete with my desert Too cruell didst deuise to stop my breath To end thy care and my deare life by death Death oh no death but thousand deathes in one For had it bin but meere priuation Of loued life my greiued Ghoast had fled Without such paine and anguish to the dead O wretched foes why did yee take delight To excercise your hate with such despight Vpon a guiltlesse man what had I done But that yee might when as ye first begunne Your tragicke plot and did my life awaite With single death haue satisfied your hate Was it ah was it not enough to giue One poyson first and then to let me liue Till ye did please to giue an other then An other and an other but as men All made of flint to laugh my plaints to scorne And scoffe at me while I alas did mourne When in my chamber walls the very stones Sweat droppes for teares to heare my greiuous grones As sencelesse they would simpathize my woes Though my sad cries were musicke to my foes Let ages past vntill the worlds first day Shew all records of antique times and say If euer any did by poyson die That at his death had greater wrong then I. It was not one dayes space nor two nor three In which those cruell men tormented me Month after month they often did instill The diuers natures of that banefull ill Throughout these limbs inducing me to thinke That what I tooke in Physicke meate or drinke Was to restore me to my health when all Was but with lingring death to worke my fall Oh how my Ghoast doth quake when it suruayes This fatall house where I did end my daies And trembles as it suffered now againe Onely to thinke vpon that woefull paine When the slow poyson secretly did creepe Through all my veines and as it went did sweepe All ease with paine all rest with griefe away From euery corner of my house of clay Then did I loath my life but could not die Sometimes to God sometimes to men I crie To giue me ease of my tormenting hell Whose paine no pen can write no tongue can tell In vaine my tongue thou vtterd'st forth my cries To wicked men with teare-tormented eyes In vaine mine eies in you the teares did stand While I to heauen for helpe did lift my hand In vaine my hands were ye stretcht forth to heauen My time was set my life to death was giuen Tongue eyes and hands did often plead in vaine Nothing but death could ease me of my paine And death at last to my desire did yeeld Who with such furious force did take the field T' assayle my soule that 'gainst his matchlesse might In greater torment neuer man did fight With poison'd dart he at my life did strike The venome seazing on me vulture-like With torment tore my entrayles thence did runne Into my vaines and boyling there begunne A fresh assault which beeing a while withstood By natures force at last did seaze my blood Then victor-like possest of euery part It did assaile my yet not yeelding heart The soules cheife seate where hauing vanquisht all The powers of life while I to God did call For grace and mercy after sad sighs giuen With greiuous grones my soule fled hence to heauen O thou sad monument of Norman yoke Whose great foundation hee whose conquering stroke Did stoope our neckes to Norman rule first laid Looke thy records of those to death betray'd Within thy fatall chambers and there see If any murdered lost his life like mee Those royall roses of Plantaginest Which that white boare of Yorke that bloody beast Hath rooted vp within those walls of thine In death felt little paine compar'd to mine Thou knowest that King son to that kingly Knight Beneath whose sword in Agincourts great fight France fell vpon her knees thy flore did staine With his deare blood by bloody Richard slaine Thou didst looke on when Clarence blood was shed And didst behold how hee poore Duke halfe dead Yet bleeding fresh in Malmesie-but was dround Whose body sithence neuer could be found Thou sawst when Tirrels bloody slaues did smother This kingdomes vncrownd King and his young brother Those princely babes of Yorke thou heardst them crie When they betwixt the sheets did strangled die But to their paine death did swift end assigne Thou know'st their greifes were not so great as mine T' was not for naught that thy first builders hand Did temper blood with burned lime and sand So to conglutinate thy stony masse And bring the Conquerours will and worke to passe Well may it be thy walls with blood were built Where so much guiltlesse blood hath since bin spilt But here an end of all my paine and woe Death shuts vp all our greatest greifes for so All men would thinke but past all thought of minde My greatest greife alas is yet behind Oh why should fiercest beast of all the wood When hee hath slaine his foe and lickt his blood End hate in death and man with man in strife Not end his malice with the ende of life Can they be men and lords of beasts that beare Their Makers image and will yet not feare That ill which beasts abhorre in brutish minde Men O no men but monsters against kind Such monsters were my tyger-hearted foes Who
vntimely deaths disgracefull come About this necke my bribing hands reward Before this suddaine and vnlookt for faâ—e Did fall thus heauy on me when my staâ—e Did flourish among men to mind I call An accident of note which then did fall Bewitcht with loue to that too common vice In this our age of hazardy and dice I loosing once my coine for few thereby Haue euer gainers beene did wish that I When I againe did vse the dice might come To die this shamefull death which by the doome Of righteous heau'n againe I vsing game As I had wisht to mee vnlook't for came Vaine gamesters that too commonly vse Strange deprecations when ye doe abuse Your selues in game by my sad fall take heede And let your word be euer as your deede Least your hand meete mine in the selfe-same dish For heau'n doth often heare when men doe wish But of no sinne had my most sinnefull soule Beene euer sicke yet this one sinne most foule This act of poyson to my house a staine With future times for euer shall ramaine The die of blood on murderers hand doth stay No teares no time can wipe the same away But if true teares of forrow may with you As all true sorrowes teares with heauen may doe Mooue pittifull regard of my sad fall Ye then remembring how I fell withall Will out of charity with lesser blame Censure my fault when ye shall heare the same Thus quit by death from doome of Law and heauen Out of free mercy hauing me forgiuen Let all calumnious tongues their mallice cease That so my soule may euer liue in peace O let the world abate her sharpned tongue And since I haue done pennance for thy wrong Thou wronged Knight what can thy ghoast now craue Grieue thee no more goe rest thee in thy graue Thy foes decline proud Gaueston is downe No wanton Edward weares our Englands crowne This said he vanisht and an other stood In the same place midway aboue the flood Whose strange demeanour with amazement strooke Vs that beheld him for with startled looke And haire stiffe standing as a man agast He star'd vpon the Knight from whom in hast Into the flood he would haue shrunke away Had not I thinke that fury forst his stay Which while he liu'd his guilty soule pursu'd Till he his owne offence had freely shew'd A man he was of stature meanely tall His bodies lineaments true shap't and all His limbes compacted well and strongly knit Natures kind hand no errour made in it His beard was ruddie hewe and from his head A wanton locke it selfe did downe dispread Vpon his backe to which while he did liue Th' ambiguous name of Elfe-locke he did giue And now fantasticke frenzie as before When he did liue did seeme to vex him sore The shamefull rope which 'bout his shoulders hung Hither and thither carelesly he dung And as a catiffe of that cursed crewe Whom sad despaire doth after death pursue Howling and yelling while the teares did run Downe by his cheekes at last he thus begun Since that slie serpent of soule-slaying-soule-slaying-sin Which feedes vpon the guiltie minde within Each wicked breast doth force me to reueale Vnto my shame what I did long conceale Giue eare ye cursed Atheists all that been Ye vnbeleeuing dogges in shape of men That thinke the name of God and his great Lawe But things deuis'd to keepe the world in awe Who mocke the times last dreadfull day to come Which at the length your wicked deeds shall doome And ye blasphemous Exorcists that are With Plutoes factors so familiar Here vpon earth that ye each day doe deal For transportation of blind soules to hell Whom fooles doe wisemen call giue eare to me And in my wretched fate your follies see I was aye me that still I was not so When Aprill buddes of youth themselues did show Vpon my chin a Student in the Law From which fantasticke thoughts my minde did drawe To the more pleasing studie of that art Of Physicke to the which though little part Of learning gaue me helpe yet strong desire To know that worthy science set on fire The fond affection of my forward will To search the secrets of that noble skill But he who from that facultie shall fall To which ineuitable fate did call Him at the first forsakes that happie way Which he should go and haplesse runnes astray Diseas'd with vanities fantasticke fiâ—tes Which ague-like doth vex our English wittes Who thinke at home all homely and doe plough Deepe furrowes vpon Neptunes waterie browe From forreine shoares to bring the worst of bad And in exchange leaue there what good they had The seas I past to helpe out my weake skill In th' Aromatike Art but O the ill Which there our ignorant English oft do finde Did first corrupt my vncorrupted minde O vaine conceit of those that doe repute In euery Art the most admired fruite Of any braine if of domesticke wit But base and triuiall if compar'd to it Of forreine heads that onely vs can please And such hath beene our Englands old disease There did I finde O neuer had I found Murthers close way to kill my foe the ground Of that deuise thou wronged Knight whereby Thou most vntimely wert inforst to die There was I taught with vaine words to command The spirits from below who still at hand Will ready bee as seeming to obay Those soule-blind men whom they doe most betray Thus hauing as I thought my minde enricht With deepest knowledge and with pride bewitcht To blow that vaine blast on the trumpe of fame Which through the world I thought might bear my name I backe return'd for England there to showe That wondrous skill which I would seeme to knowe There as the Fowler doth with whistle call The silly birds vntill they hap to fall Into his net so did my name each day Once blowne abroad lead simple fooles away From helpfull heauen to seeke aduise in hell And there for toyes themselues and soules to sell But in this path long thus I did not tread Which downe vnto the house of death doth lead Before that old slie serpent did beginne T' entice me to that selfe-accusing sinne Of horrid murther shewing me the way By art of poyson closely to betray What life to death I would nor did he leaue Vntill my soule he did so farre bereaue Of euery feeling sense that wicked I Did closely poyson her that vs'd to lie In mine owne bosome that shee beeing dead Might to me liuing leaue an empty bed After this fact that to my gultie soule It might not as it was seeme vgly foule My subtile foe did whisper in my eare These seeming happy newes how fame did beare My name vpon her wings with loud report Of my strange deedes as farre as to the Court Where hauing beene employ'd I with all skill Apply'd my selfe to please no damned ill I did refuse not making any doubt While greatnesse wings did compasse
vnremorsefull of my forepast woes When from their cruell hands my soule was fled Did with their tongues pursue me beeing dead And yet not dead for heauen such grace doth giue My soule in heauen my name on earth doth liue My name as great Apollo's flowring bay Lookes greene when winter clads the earth in gray Did flourish blowne vpon by fames faire breath In euery eye long time before my death When my proud foes of great and glorious name Were blasted by the breath of foule defame At good report that on her golden wings Did beare my name their tongue like adder-stings Did shoot foule slanders poyson so to spill The same with foule defame as they did kill My body with foule death that men might loath My liuing name and my dead body both False rumour that mad monster who still beares More tongues about with her then men haue eares With scandall they did arme and sent her out Into the world to spread those lies about That those loath'd spots marks of their poysning sinne Which di'd with vgly marble paint the skinne Of my dead body were the marks most iust Of angry heau'ns fierce wrath for my foule lust O barbarous cruelty oh more then shame Of shamelesse foes with lust to blast my name When wonder t' was heauens iudgement did not seaze Their wanton bodies with that great disease Since death to me by poyson they did giue That they in am'rousiolity might liue Now when false rumours breath throughout the court And citty both had blowne this false report Many that oft before approu'd my name With praise for vertue blusht as if the shame Of my supposed vice thus giuen forth Did argue their weake iudgement of my worth My friends look't pale with anger and my foes Did laugh to see too light beleefe cause those That lou'd me once to loath that little dust I left behind me as a lumpe of lust O most inhumane wrong O endlesse greefe O sad redresse where sorrowes best releefe Is but dead hope that helpe may chance be found With those that liue to cure my credits wound For this my restlesse ghoast hath left the graue And stole through couert snades of night to craue Thy pens assistance O thou mortall wight Whose mournefull Muse but whilome did recite Our Brittaine Princes and their wofull fates In that true Mirrour for our Magistrates O let thy pen paint out my tragicke woe That by thy Muse all future times may know My stories truth who hearing thy sad song At least may pitty Ouerburies wrong This said the grieued ghoast with sighs did cease His rufull plaints and as in deepe distresse Vnder the Towers gate with me he stood This accident befell on Thames great flood South by this house where on the wharfe fast by Those thundering Canons euer ready lie A docke there is which like a darkesome caue Archt ouer-head le ts in Thames flowing waue Vnder whose Arch oft haue condemned men As through the Stygian lake transported been Into this fatall house which euermore For treason hoards vp torturing racks in store At landing of this place an yron gate Locks vp the passage and still keeping straite The guilty prisoners opens at no time But when false treason or some horrid crime Knocks at the same from whence by lawes iust doome Condemned men but sieldome backe do come What'ere thou art may chance to passe that way And view that place vnto thy selfe thus say God keepe me faithfull to my Prince and state That I may neuer passe this yron gate There in the docke the flood that seem'd to gape Did suddenly giue vp a dreadfull shape A man of megar lookes deuoy'd of blood Vpon whose face deaths pale complexion stood Of comely shape and wel compos'd in limme But slender made of visage sterne and grimme The haires vpon his head and grisly beard With age growne hoarie here and there appear'd Times iron hand with many a wrinckled fret The marks of age vpon his front had set Yet as it did appeare vntimely death For some foule fact had stopt his vitall breath With that great shame which giues offence the checke The fatall rope that hung about his necke Trembling vpon his knees in great affright When he fast by beheld the poysned Knight He humbly fell and with sad greife opprest Wringing his hands and beating on his breast While sorrowes droppes vpon his cheekes did run To vtter forth these words he thus begun O worthy Knight behold the wretched man Who thy sad Tragedies first sceane began Through whose each act vnto this last blacke deede With bloody minde vnblest I did proceede My hands alas did mixe the poisned food Which kindled cruell fire in thy blood Mine eares did heare thy lamentable grones When the slow-working-poyson wrackt thy bones Mine eies without one droppe of sorrow shed Beheld thee dying and beheld thee dead For which both hands eyes eares and euery part Haue suffered death and conscience bitter smart I was that instrument alas the while By thy great foes instructed to beguile Thy lingring hopes their mighty state did whet Mee on in mischeife and their bounty set A golden edge vpon my dull consent At once to worke thy fall and their content The doctrine of that Whoore that would dispence With subiects for the murther of a Prince Taught me that lust and blood were slender crimes And he that serues his turne must serue the times Oh had I neuer knowne that Doctors house Where first of that Whoores cup I did carouse And where disloyalty did oft conceale Romes frighted rattes that ouer seas did steale My thoughts perhaps had then not giuen way Thy life for gold with poyson to betray But yee that doe and who doe not condem My blacke offences when yee thinke on them In such imaginations ponder too What with weake man the power of gold may doe Ye seruile sycophants whose hopes depend On great mens wills what is the vtmost end At which ye aime why doe ye like base curres Vpon your Patron fawne why like his spurres Will ye be euer ready at his heeles With pleasing words to clawe him where he feels The humour itch or why will ye so waite As to lie downe and kisse the feete of state And oft expose your selues to wretched ends Loosing your soules to make great men your friends Is it not wealth yee seeke and doth not gold Ingenuous wittes ofttimes in bondage hold The stout sea-rangers on the fearefull flood That hunt about through Neptunes waterie wood And o're a thousand rockes and sands that lie Hid in the deepe from pole to pole doe flie Who often when the stormy Ocean raues Fights with fierce thunders lightnings winds and waues Hauing but one small inch of boord to stand Betwixt them and ten thousand deaths at hand Expose themselues to all this woe and paine To quench the greedy thirst of golden gaine O strong inchauntment of bewitching gold For this the Syre
me about Forman that cunning Exorcist and I Would many times our wicked wits apply Kind nature in her working to disarme Of proper strength and by our spels would charme Both men and women making it our sport And play to point at them in our report Thus fatted with false pleasure for a while Still with good hope of hap I did beguile My selfe in all imployments till at last Thy death thou iniur'd Knight did with it hast My vnexpected fall I was the man That did prepare those poysons which began And ended all thy paine which I did giue Vnto that man who did attendant liue On thee in thy distresse who since that time Was he that first did suffer for this crime O what a suddaine change of cheerefull thought To sadnesse selfe-accusing conscience brought After this bloody deed before all ease Did seeme to waite on me for what could please Which I did want that idol gold which all Or most men closely worship seem'd to fall As thicke vpon me as the golden shower That fell on Danae in the Dardin Tower Swimming in streames of false delight and prickt With pride and selfe conceit at heau'n I kickt The names of God and Maker I did sleight As bug-beare words the childish world t' affright I did impute the spheares eternall daunce And all this all to nature and to chaunce But all men laugh my follies vnto scorne For who so blinde will say being mortall borne He hath a reason and will yet denie The same to this Vniuersalitie Of which alas he is the lesser part As who should say his feete his hands his heart Might well be wise and he himselfe a foole Such is the wisedome of th'Atheisticke schoole The eye of heau'n from whome no heart can hide The secret thoughts my close intents espi'd And when I did with most inuentiue braine Deuise to wipe away my conscience staine And thy sad death most closely to conceale Heauen forc'd my selfe mine owne selfe to reueale The shadowe of the dead or some foule fiend Or furie whom reuenge did iustly send To punish me for my detested sin With snakie whippes did scourge my soule within Forbidding me my rest or day or night Till I had brought mine owne offence to light For which condemn'd vnto that shamefull end Of strangling torment still the franticke fiend Did follow me vnto my liues last breath As was my life before so was my death This said he vanisht and with him that night The vision ending our empoysoned Knight Thus spake O England O thrise happie land Who of all Iles most gracefully dost stand Vpon this earths broad face like Venus spot Vpon her cheeke thou onely garden plot Which as an other Eden heau'n hath chose In which the tree of life and knowledge growes Happie in all most happie in this thing In hauing such a holy happy King A King whose faith in armes of proofe doth fight 'Gainst that seuen-headed beast and all his might A King whose iustice will at last not faile To giue to each his owne in equall scale A King whose loue doue-like with wings of fame To all the world doth happy peace proclame A King whose faith whose iustice and whose loue Diuine and more then royall him doe prooue O thou iust King how hath thy iustice shin'd Vpon my iniur'd ghoast which beeing confi'nd From hence for euer neuer had vnlesse Thy iustice had beene great obtain'd redresse If earnest prayâ—rs wiâ—h heauen may ought auayle And earnest prayers with 〈◊〉 doe sieldome fayle Let all good men lift vp 〈◊〉 â—earts with me That what I beg of 〈…〉 granted be If euer heart with wicked â—â—â—ught shall aime To harme thy State let heau'n reueale the same If euer hand lift vp with violent powre Shall seeke thy life heauen cut it off that houre If euer eye of treason lurke about Or lie in waite for thee heau'n put it out If heart hand eye abroad or here at home Shall plot against thee neuer may they come To their effect as they haue euer been So may they be and let all say Amen Here my dreame ended after which a while Soft slumber did my senses so beguile I thought the Towergate was o'râ— my head Vntill I wake and found my selfe in bed From whence arising as the wronged Knight Had giuen in charge this Vision I did write FINIS a Guild ball â— description â—f the vulgar A description of midnight Sir Thomas Ouerburies ghoast 〈◊〉 and 〈…〉 〈…〉 〈…〉 e Out of a â—â—â—â—ster booke of the acts of the Bishop of Rochester in 〈◊〉 suruay f Richard the third g Henry the 〈◊〉 h 〈…〉 i 〈…〉 Weston ghoast The description of Weston k Doct. Turner Mist. 〈◊〉 ghoast The description of Mist. Turner k 〈…〉 m 〈◊〉 anna◠〈◊〉 〈…〉 The description of Sir â—arius â—â—loâ—â—â— the late Leiftenant of the Tower Note Note The description of 〈…〉 The description of 〈◊〉 〈…〉