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A18592	The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem.; Loves martyr	Chester, Robert, 1566-1640.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. aut; Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. aut; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. aut; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. aut	1611 (1611)	STC 5120; ESTC S116061	77,656	191

And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage To after time her skill she did engage Apollo was her deare begotten sonne In Abrahams time she liu'd till life was donne Semiramis Queene of Assiria Was second worthie of this worlds great wonder She conquered large Aethiopia And brought the Necke of that stout Nation vnder Wasting the Countries of rich India Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment Was in the time of Isaacks gouernment The third and chiefest for Audaciousnesse And Enterprises that she tooke in hand Was Tomyris full of true Noblenesse Queene of the North as I do vnderstand From forth her eyes she lightned Honors Brand And brandished a Sword a sword of Fame That to her weake Sexe yeelded Hectors name When she receiued newes her sonne was dead The Hope and Vnderprop of Scithia She put on Armour and encountered The Monarch Cyrus King of Persia And Gouernor of rich Getulia Slue him in sight her Fame for to renew Two hundred thousand Souldiers ouerthrew Amongst the Hebrew women we commend Iahel the Kenite for the first in bountie Whose vncomprehensible valour in the end Did free and set at large her captiu'd Countrie Oppressed with tyrannicall Miseri● From dangers imminent of ●irie Warre By killing hand to hand her foe great Sisar Debora an Hebrew worthie the second place She fortie yeares did gouerne Israel In peace preseru'd her Land her land of Grace Where honest sportiue Mirth did alwaies dwell Her holy holinesse no tongue can tell Nations astonied at her happinesse Did grieue to loose her Wisedomes worthinesse Iudith the third that redeliuered The strong besieged Citie of Bethulia And when the prowd Foe she had vanquished And ouercame hot-spur'd Assiria Bringing in triumph Holofernes head She got a great and greater Victorie Then thousand Souldiers in their maiestie The first of Christians was faire Maud the Countesse Countesse of Aniow daughter to a King Englands first Henry Almaines Empresse Heire in dubitate and her Fathers ofspring She titles to the English Crowne did bring She ne're desisted from the warlike field Till that vsurped Stephen of Blois did yeeld And condiscended to her sonnes deare right That war-like Maude had reobtain'd by might The second was Elizabeth of Aragon Queene and wife to honorable Ferdinando She stoutly fought for propagation Of Christian Faith brought to subuersion The forsaken infidels of Granado Reducing that p●oud prouince all in one To follow Christs vnspotted true Religion The last was Iohane of Naples true borne Queene Sister to Ladislaus King of Hungarie A woman that defended as t was seene Her countries great and gracious libertie By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie Against the Sarasins inuasion And proud hot warres of princely Aragon Thus haue I in the honor of their worth Laid ope their Progenie their Deedes their Armes T●eir ofspring and their honorable Birth That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames Worthie of wonder are these three times three Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie Windsor a Castle of exceeding strength First built by Aruiragus Brytaines King But finished by Arthur at the length Of whose rare deedes our Chronicles do ring And Poets in their verse his praise do sing For his Round-table and his war-like Fights Whose valiantnesse the coward Mind affrights This Brytish King in warres a Conquerer And wondrous happie in his Victories Was a companion of this noble Order And with his person grac'd these Dignities Great dignities of high exceeding Valour For he himselfe the selfe-same Honor tooke That all his following States did euer brooke This Paragon whose name our time affrights At Windsor Castle dubbed in one day One hundred and iust fortie valiant Knights With his keene trustie Sword and onely stay Cald Dridwin that his Loue did ouersway And with that Sword the very day before He slue as many Saxon fo●s or more But English Edward third of Memorie In blessed and religious zeale of Loue Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory That his kind care to England did approue This Colledge doth this Castle beautifie The Honor of the place is held so deare That many famous Kings are buried th●re But one rare thing exceeding admirable That to this day is held in great renowne And to all Forreiners is m●morable The Name of which makes Englands foes to frowne And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe Knights of the Garter and Saint Georges Crosse Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie losse Here followeth the Birth Life and Death of honourable Arthur King of Brittaine To the courteous Reader COurteous Reader hauing spoken of the first foundat●on of that yet renowned castle of Windsor by Aruiragus king of Britain finished by that succeeding prince of worthy memory famous king Arthur I thought good being intreated by some of my honourable-minded Friends not to let slip so good and fit an occasion by reason that there yet remaines in this doubtfull age of opinions a controuersie of that esteemed Prince of Brittaine to write not according to ages obliuiō but directed onely by our late Historiographers of England who no doubt haue taken great paines in the searching foorth of the truth of that first Christian Worthie and wheras I know not directed by what blindnes there haue bene some Writers as I thinke enemies to truth that in their erronious censures haue thought no such mā euer to be liuing How fabulous that should seeme to be I leaue to the iudgement of the best read●rs who know for certaine that that neuer dead Prince of memory is more beholding to the French the Romane the Scot the Italian yea to the Greekes themselues then to his owne Country-men who haue fully and wholly set foorth his fame and liuelyhood then how shamelesse is it for some of vs to let slip the truth of this Monarch And for more confirmatiō of the truth looke but in the Abbey of Westminster at Saint Edwards shrine there shalt thou see the print of his royal Seale in red wax closed in Berrill with this inscription Patricius Arthurus Gallie Germaniae Daciae Imperator At Douer likewise you may see Sir Gawins skull and Cradocks mantle At Winchester a Citie well knowne in England his famous round Table with many other notable monuments too long to rehearse Besides I my selfe haue seen imprinted a french Pamphlet of the armes of king Arthur and his renowmed valiant Knights set in colours by the Heraulds of France which charge of impression would haue been too great otherwise I had inserted them orderly in his Life and Actions but gentle Reader take this my paines gratefully and I shal hereafter more willingly striue to employ my simple wit to thy better gratulation I haue here set downe turned from French prose into English meeter the words of the Herald vnder the arms of that worthy Brittaine King Arthur in his warlike Shield did beare Thirteene rich Crownes of purified gold He was a valiant noble Conquerer As ancient Memorie hath

broade plaine When first these hautie Giants he doth spie The Britaines scorne for to retire againe But either winne the honor or else die Courage quoth Arthur better die with fame Then yeeld or turne to our immortall shame At length they meete and meeting cope together As when two sauage Boares are full of i●e The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither But from their Creasts and Shields did sparckle fire Inkindled Wrath from Arthurs breast hath sprong That he made passage through the thickest throng The King of Giants Arthur meetes withall And copes with him for in his strength did stand His Kingdomes great aduancement or his fall His Subiects peace his quietnesse of land But this renowne to Britaine doth remaine The Giant Arthur hand to hand hath slaine When he was downe the rest did faint for feare Which when the British armie had espied Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare But all the greene grasse with their bloud they died And made such slaughter of these monstrous men That after-time hath registred agen After this Conquest is King Arthur minded With all his royall power to march to Rome And with his Lords he hath determined This gallant Resolution and this Doome To crowne himselfe by warre their Emperour And ouer all a mightie Gouernour And had not Fortune and Rebellion Stir'd vp his Cousin Mordreds hautie mind At home to make ciuill inuasion Who sought King Arthurs glory for to blind With honour had he re-inkindled fire To burne the wals of Rome to his desire But O false Mordred thou deceitfull Kinsman Begot of Treasons heyre thus to rebell Against thy noble Nephew who hath wonne Cities and peopled Townes that did excell And all he did was for to glorifie His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey But thou some base-borne Haggard mak'st a wing Against the Princely Eagle in his flight And like a hissing Serpent seek'st to sting The Lion that did shield thee from despight But now being wakened by his Countries wrong With warre he meanes to visite you ere long The newes of this proud Rebell in his Land Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart Intemperate Rage did make them vnderstand King Arthurs furie and fond Mordreds smart Who vow'd reuengement most vnnaturall On him that sought to bring his friends to thrall He sounds Retrait● with heart-swolne heauinesse That he must leaue faire Rome vnconquered And marcheth through the Land in quietnesse To be reueng'd on the Vsurper Mordred At this sweet newes of his departing thence The Romaines praise the Rebels excellence King Arthur heard at his returne towards Brytaine How Mordred had proclaim'd himselfe there King Those that resisted he by force hath slaine Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring And to the Saxon Cheldricke is allide Who landing to their lawfull King denide By force they ●riue King Arthur from the shore And like rebellious Monsters kill his men Which when he viewes he striueth more and more And his great p●issant strength renewes againe And maugre all the power they withstand At Sandwich Noble Arthur taketh Land And ioyning battell with his enem●es The traytrous Rebels are discomfited And Mordred all in hast away he flies By treasons bloudie Traine murther led To gather Power to renew the fight Vrg'd forward by the Saxon Cheldricks spight The Noble Arthur in this conflict lost Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare The death of gentle Gawen grieu'd him most As by his outward sorrow did appeare This Gawen was proud Mordreds lawfull brothe● Legitimate by father and by mother O mirrour of true borne gentiliti● Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood That rather chose to loue his noble coun●rie And seeke the meanes to do his life Liege good Then to defend his kindred by that warre That made the Sonne and most kind Father iarre Kind Gawen trustie worthie Gentleman Belou'd of Arthur as deseruedly Recording Time thy faithfulnesse shall scan And loyall Truth wrapt vp in memorie Shall say in thy Kings quarrell being iust At last thou di●dst not in thy Brothers trust Thy gentle King prepa●d thy Funeral And laid thy bodie in a S●pulchre Inthine owne country richly done and royall At Rosse whose auncestrie shall still endure And like a Nephew mourn'd and wept for thee Grieuing to loose Brytish Nobilitie But to proceede in this vnluckie fight King Angusel was slaine whom Arthur loued A man in whom his countrie tooke delight That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued In false-faith'd Scotland was his bones interd To which before King Arthur him pre●erd That vniust Mordred Mischiefes nourisher Times ●ad infamer Traitor to the State Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber Whose name to this day mong●t them growes in hate Fled from the battell getting ships he saild Westward towards Cornwail whē his force was quaild But when King Arthur heard of his departure Causing the refuse Rebels for to flie To make the way of his defence more sure With speed he re-inforst his royall armie With new supplie of hardie men at Armes Whose Resolution fear'd no following harmes With his whole force he marcheth after him Where all the Kentish men reioyce to see King Arthurs Colours whose rich pride doth dim The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maiestie Not resting till he came vnto the place Where Mordred was incamped for a space By Winchester a Citie of renowne The Traitorous armie of this Mordred lay On whose proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne Fore-shewing to his men a blacke-fac't day And so it prou'd before the selfe-same night Mordred and his best friends were slaine in fight At Camblane was this bloudie battell ended Where fame-a●thieuing Arthur sore was wounded With gallant Britaine Lords being attended Whose sword cald Pridwin manie had confounded Yet Fortunes vnseene immortalitie Sometime cuts downe sprigs of a Monarchie At this dayes dolefull stroke of Arthurs death The glorious shining Sunne lookt pale and wanne And when this Monarch losed forth his breath The Britaines being amaz'd about him ranne And with their nailes did teare their flesh asunder That they had lost their King the worlds great Wonder Ouer this litle Iland he had raigned The full iust terme of sixe and twentie yeares When twelue most famous battles he obtained As in our auncient Chronicles appeares And in the Church-yard of faire Glastenburie They held King Arthurs wofull obsequie And in the time of second Henries dayes Betweene two pillars was his body found That in his life deseru's immortall praise Layd sixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground Because his Saxon foes whom he did chase Should not with swords his liuelesse corps deface In the last yeare of Henries royaltie More then sixe hundred after his buriall By the Abbot of the house of Glastenburie At last they found King Arthurs funerall Henry de Bloys the Abbots name they gaue Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue The principall and chiefe occasion That moou'd King Henry for to seeke the

in thy greatnesse raise Thy colours vp for to vpreare thy praise Ca. Cor. The Oration of King Arthur to his Lordes and Followers MY Fellowes and my deare Companions ●●th in the aduerse chances of our age And prosperous successefull happinesse Whose true vnspeakable fidelities In giuing counsell touching warres abroad And home-bred mutinies amongst our selues With good successefulnesse haue I perceau'd In your deepe wisedomes and your g●●●itie Affoord me now your honorable 〈◊〉 Wisely foreseeing what you thinke conuenient Touching the proud command'ment sent from Rome A thing at first carefully deliberated Is in the end most easily tollerated We therefore shall with easier burden brooke The hawtie message of Tiberius Lucius If mongst our selues in wisedome we conferre How and which way to answer his demaund And surely noble Followers I suppose We haue no cause to feare their forreine braues For that vpon a most vniust request He seekes to haue a tribute paid from Britaine Because forsooth in Iulius Caesars time Through iarres and discords of the ancient Brytaine The tribute hath beene due and payable For when our countrie was at full possest With ciuill garboiles and domesticke brawles Their Caesar did ariue wihin this land And with this armed souldiers full of force Brought in subiection that vnquiet Nation By this alleadgance they vniustly craue Tribute and satisfaction at our hands For nothing that is got by violence May iustly be possest by violence Sith therefore he presumeth to demaund A thing being most vnlawfull at our hands By the same reason let vs demaund of him Tribute at Rome mauger their Romish power And he that is the mightier in force Let him possesse the honor of the tribute For if his allegations and demaunds Be forcible and worthie to be kept Because their Caesar and some Romane Princes Haue sometimes conquered Brytania By the like reason I do thinke that Rome Ought to pay tribute and to do vs homage Because my Predecessors conquered it Bellin the noble King of Brytanie With his braue brother Brennus warlike ayde Being then accounted Sauoies noble Duke Razed the wals of Rome and set his Standard With victorie vpon the Citie gates And in the middle of their Market place Hung vp twentie of their chiefest Noblemen And Constantine the sonne of Helena And Maximinianus my neere Cou●ins W●re both inthroniz'din the Imperiall seate And gouernment of Romes great Emperie As touching Fraunce and other Ilands there We neede not answer their out-brauing termes For they refused to defend their owne When we by force redeem'd them from their hands Then counsell me thrise-worthy Brytaine Peeres Abandoning base cowardize and feares K. Arthur The Answer of Howell King of litle Brytaine THough all your wisedomes and your grauities Handmaides to Counsell and Nobilitie Should be engraued in one golden leafe More to the purpose could not you inferre Then thy most graue and exquisite Oration They eloquent and Tully-like aduise Hath furnisht vs with such experiment Whereby we ought incessantly to praise In you the wisedome of a constant man For if with all post expedition You will prepare a voyage vnto Rome That doh expect our haste and royall comming According to the reasons you alleage I doubt not but that faire Victoria Will sit in triumph on our conquering Helmes To fright the mindes of Romish aduersaries Sith we defend our auncient libertie Disdaining for to beare a seruile yoke Which to this day the Britaines do maintaine Let vs go chearefully and demaund of them With Iustice what vniustly they demaund For he that doth deface anothers right And thinkes vniustly for to dispossesse And take from him his owne inheritance Deseruedly and with a worthy meanes Not violating large and hostile Armes May he be put from that which is his owne By him to whom the wrong is offred Seeing therefore that the Romanes would vsurpe The royall dignitie of worthy Britaine Due to your honorable auncestors I doubt not noble King but wee le regaine That which your Predecessors haue possest Euen in the middle of their proudest Citie If we may come to buckle with our foes This is the conflict that true hearted Britaines So long haue wisht to happen to our age These be the prophesies of wise Sibilla Long time agoe plainly and truly told And now at length fulfilled to our ioy That of the third race of the worthie Britaines There should be borne a Prince to repossesse The Romish Empire and their Dignitie For two of these the prophesie is past In Belin and that worthie Constantine Who ouercame and gaue the Armes of Rome Now haue we none but you my gracious Liege The third and last not least in all our eyes To whom this high Exploit is promised Make haste therefore most royall Soueraigne For to receiue that which our God will giue Hasten for to subdue their willing minds Which profer vp their honor to your hands Hasten deare Liege for to aduance vs all That willingly will spend our liues and lands For the aduancement of our libertie And to a●chieue this Labour worthie King Ten thousand armed souldiers will I bring Ho. K. of Brit. Angusel King of Albania his Answere to the King SInce first I heard my Soueraigne speake his mind Ful fraught with Eloquēce and learned Counsel A sodaine ioy did so possesse my soule As that in words I cannot vtter forth The explanation of my willing thoughts In all our Victories and Conquests wonne Subduing many Regions many Kings Nothing at all in honour haue we gain'd If that we suffer the proud-minded Romanes And hautie Germaines to vsurpe vpon vs And do not now reuenge those bloudie s●●ughtert Enacted on our friends and countrymen And sith Occasion now is profered And Libertie to trie our force of Armes I do reioyce to see this happie day Wherein we may but meet and ioyne with them I thrist my Lord in heart for sweet reuenge As if three dayes I had beene kept from drink● The wounds I should receiue vpon that day Would be as pleasant to my labouring soule As Water to a thirstie Traueller Or else Releasement to a man condemn'd Nay Death it selfe were welcome to my bosome For to reuenge our Fathers iniuries Defend our libertie aduance our King Let vs giue onset on that meacocke Nation Those fond effeminate vnruly people And fight it out vnto the latest man That after we haue spread our wauing Colours In signe of Triumph and of Victorie We may enioy the Honors they possesse And for my part renowned valiant King Two thousand armed horsemen will I bring An. K. A●b A Royall armie Arthur hath prouided To beard the brauing Romanes in their Countrie And like a Martialist hath them diuided To buckle with so proud an Enemie And Courage ioyn'd with Resolution Doth pricke them forwards ●o this Action The Britains hawtie and resolued men Stout valiant of Bellonas warlike brood Chear'd on their Followers and began agen For to reuiue their new decayed blood And to redeeme to

truly told His great Round-table was in Britanie Where chosen Knights did do their homage yearely The strange Birth honorable Coronation and most vnhappie Death of famous Arthur King of Brytaine OF noble Arthurs birth of Arthurs fall Of Arthurs solemne Coronation Of Arthurs famous deedes Heroyicall Of Arthurs battels and inuasion And that high minded worthie Brytish King Shall my wits memorie be deifying In the last time of ●ter surnam'd Pendragon So called for his wittie pollicies Being a King of estimation In famous Brytaine mongst his owne allies There was a mightie Duke that gouern'd Cornwaile That held long warr● and did this King assaile This Duke was nam'd the Duke of Tintagil After these hot bred warres were come to end He soiourn'd at a place cald Terrabil From whence Pendragon for this Duke did send And being wounded sore with Cupids sting Charg'd him his Wife vnto the Court to bring His Wife a passing Ladie louely wife Chaste to her husbands cleare vnspotted bed Whose honor-bearing Fame none could supprize But Vesta-like her little time she led Igrene her name on whose vnequall beautie Pendragon doted led by humane folly At length ●e broke his mind vnto a Lord A trustie Councellour and noble Friend That soone vnto his minds griefe did accord And his Kings louing loue-thoughts did commend Telling Pendragon this should be his best To tell the Dutchesse of his sweete request But she a Woman sterne inexorable Willing fond Lusts inchauntments to resist All his tongues smoothing words not penetrable In her chaste bosomes Gate could not insist But straight she told her Husband how she sped Lest that his grace should be dishonoured And counseld him to passe away in haste That Nights darke duskie mantle might ore shade Their flying bodies least at last they taste More miserie then Time did ere inuade For Lust is such a hot inflamed thing It gouerneth mans senses rules a King And as the Duchesse spake the Duke departed That neighter Vter nor his Councell knew How his deepe bosomes Lord the Dutchesse thwarted But marke the story well what did ensue Soone as the King perceiued their intent Intemperate Rage made him impatient Away with Musicke for your strings do iarre Your sound is full of Discords harsh and ill Your Diapazon makes a humming warre Within mine eares and doth my sences fill With im●●lodious mourning She is gone That rul'd your selues and Instruments alone Away fond riming Ouid lest thou write Of Prognes murther or Lucreti● rape Of Igrens iou●ney taken in the night That in the blacke gloom'd silence did escape O could no Dogge haue bark'd no Cocke haue crow'd That might her passage to the King haue show'd No mirth pleasde Vter but grimme Melancholy Haunted his heeles and when he sate to rest He pondred in his mind Igrenas beautie Of whom his care-craz'd head was full possest Nothing was now contentiue to his mind But Igrenes name Igrene to him vnkind At last his noble Peeres with pitie mou'd To see the Kings sodaine perplexitie With a great care that their Liege Emperour lou'd For to allay his great extremitie Did counsell him to send for Garloyes wife As he would answer it vpon his life Then presently a Messenger was sent To tell the Duke of his wifes secret folly This was the substance of his whole intent To bring his wife to Court immediatly Or within threescore dayes he did protest To fetch him thither to his litle rest Which when the Duke had warning straight he furnish'● Two Castles with wel-fenc'd artillerie With vitailes and with men he garnish'd His strongest Holds for such an enemie And in the one he put his hearts-deare Treasure Faire Igrene that he loued out of measure That Castle which the Duke himselfe did hold Had many Posternes out and issues thence In which to trust his life he might be bold And safely the war●es Furie to commence But after-telling time did wonders wo●ke That Foxes in their holes can neuer lu●ke Then in all haste came Vter with his hoast Pitching his rich pauilions on the ground Of his aspiring mind he did not boast For Loue and Anger did his thoughts confound Hot warre was made on both sides people s●aine And many Death-doore-knocking Soules complaine Loue and minds anguish so perplext the King For Igrene that incompa●able Dame That Cupids sicknesse pearc'd him with a sting And his warres lowd Alarums ouercame Venus intreated Mars awhile to stay And make this time a sporting Holiday Then came sir Vl●i●s a most noble Knight And askt his king the cause of his disease Being willing in a subiects gracious right Vt● 〈◊〉 mind in heart to please Ah said the K●ng Igrene doth captiuate My Heart and makes my Se●ses subiugate Courage my gracious Liege I will go find That true diuining prophet of our Nation M●rlin the wise that shall content your mind And be a Moderator in this action His learning wisedome and vnseene experienc● Shall quickly giue a Salue for loues of●ence So Vl●ius at the length from him departed A●king for Merlin as he past the way Who by great fortunes chance sir Vl●ius thwarted As he went by in beggers base aray Demanding of the Knight in basenesse meeke Who was the man he went so farre to seeke Vl●ius amazed at his base attire ●old him it was presumption to demaund The name of him for whom he did enquire And therefore would not yeeld to his command Alas said Merlin I do plainly see Merlin you seeke that Merlin I am he And if the King will but fulfill my hest And will reward my true deseruing heart In his loues agonies he shal be blest So that he follow what I shall impart Vpon my Knighthood he will honor thee With fauour rewards most royally Then Vlfius glad departed in all hast And rode amaine to king Pendragons sight Telling his Grace Merlin he me● at last That like a Lampe will giue his Louelaies light Where is the man I wisht for him before See where he stands my Liege at yonder doore When Vter saw the man a sudden ioy And vncompre'nded gladnesse fi●d his hart With kind embracements met him on the way And to him gan his secrets to impart Leaue off quoth Merlin I do know your mind The faire-fac'd Lady Igrene is vnkind But if your Maiesty will here protest And sweare as you are lawfull King annointed To do my will nothing shall you molest But follow my directions being appointed I sweare quoth Vter by the Euangelists He dyes for me that once thy will resists Sir said the Prophet Merline this I craue That shall betoken well what ere betide The first faire sportiue Night that you shall haue Lying safely nuzled by faire Igrenes side You shall beget a sonne whose very Name In after-stealing Time his foes shall tame That child being borne your Grace must giue to me For to be nourished at my appointment That shal redound much to his maiestie And to your G●aces gracious good

place Was that a Bardth in Welsh diuision Recorded Arthurs actes vnto his Grace And in the foresaid Church-yard he did sing That they should find the body of the King And those that dig'd to find his bodie there After they enterd seuen foote deepe in ground A mightie broade stone to them did appeare With a great leaden Crosse thereto bound And downwards towards the corpes the Crosse did lie Containing this inscripted poesie Hic iacet sepultus inclytus Rex Arthurus in Insula Aualoniae His bodie whose great actes the world recorded When vitall limitation gaue him life And Fames shrill golden Trump abroad had sounded What Warres he ended what Debate what Strife What Honor to his countrey what great Loue Amongst his faithfull subiects he did proue Was not interd in sumptuous royaltie With funerall pompe of kindred and of friends Nor closde in marble stone wrought curiously Nor none in mourning blacke his King attends But in a hollow tree made for the ●once They do enter King Arthurs princely bones Their outward habite did not shew their mind For many millions of sad weeping eies In euery streete and corner you might find Some beating their bare breast and some with outcries Cursing and Banning that proud Mordreds soule That did by warre his princely life controule The Kings that were attendant on his traine Forgot their kingdomes and their royall crownes Their high proud hautie hearts with griefe were slaine Strucke in amaze with Fortunes deadly frownes For they had lost their Scepter Seate and all By princely Arthurs most vnhappie fall The trunke being opened at the last they found The bones of Arthur King of Brytanie Whose shin-bone being set vpon the ground As may appeare by auncient Memorie Reacht to the middle thigh within a spanne Of a tall proper well set bigge lim'd Man And furthermore they found King Arthurs skull Of such great largenesse that betwixt his eyes His foreheads space a spanne broad was at full That no true Historiographer denies The forenam'd Abbot liuing in those daies Saw what is written now to Arthurs praise The print of tenne wounds in his head appeared All growne together except onely one Of which it seemes this worthie Brytaine died A true Memoriall to his louing Nation But that was greater far then all the rest Had it bene lesser Brytaine had bene blest In opening of the Tombe they found his wife Queene Guiniuere interred with the King The Tresses of her haire as in her life Were finely platted whole and glistering The colour like the most pure refin'd gold Which being toucht straight turned into mould Henry de Bloyes at the length translated The bones of Arthur and his louely Queene Into the great Church where they were interred Within a Marble toombe as oft was seene Of whom a worthie Poet doth rehearse This Epitaph in sweete Heroicke Verse Hic iacet Arthurus flos regum gloria regni Quem mores probit as commendant laude perenni Iohannis Leylandij antiquarij E●comion funerale in vitam facta mortemque Regis Arthuri inclitissi●i SAxonicas toties qui fudit marte cruento Turmas peperit spolijs sibi nomen opimis Fulmineo toties Pictos qui contudit ense Im●osuitque iugum Scoti ceruicibus ingens Qui tumidos Gallos Germanos quique feroces Pertulit Dacos bello confregit aperto Denique Mordredum è medio qui sustulit illud Monstrum horrendum ingens dirum seuumque tyrannum Hoc iacet extinctus monumento Arthurius alto Militiae clarum decus virtutis alumnus Gloria nunc cuius terram circumuolat omnem Aetherijque petit sublimia tecta tonantis Vosigitur gentis Proles generosa Britannae Induperatoriter magno assurgite vosiro Et tumulo s●cro Roseas inferte Corollas Officij testes redolentia muncra vestri Thus Englished He that so oft the Saxon Troupes did foile And got a name of worth with richest spoile He that with brandisht sword the Picts destroyed And yok'd the Scots their stubborn necks annoyd He that the loftie French and Germaines fierce did 〈◊〉 And Dacians force with Warre did vanquish quite He lastly which cut off that monster Mordreds life A cruell Tyrant horrible mightie full of strife Arthur lyes buried in this Monument Warres chiefest garland Vertues sole intent Whose Glorie through the world stil swiftly flies And mounts with Fames wings vp to the thundring skies You gentle Off spring of the Britaines blood Vnto this puissant Emperour do honours good And on his Tombe lay Garlands of sweete Roses Sweete gifts of Dutie and sweete louing posies Finis Epitaphij No. Arth. The true Pedigree of that famous VVorthie King Arthur collected out of many learned Authors TWelue men in number entred the vale of Aualon Ioseph of Arimathea was the chiefest we confesse Iosué the sonne of Ioseph his father did attend on With other ten these Glaston did possesse Hilarius the Nephew of Ioseph first begate Iosue the Wise Iosue Aminadab Aminadab Castellors had by fate Castellors got Manael that louely Lad And Manael by his wife had faire-fac'd Lambard With another deare sonne surnamed Vrlard And Lambard at the length begot a sonne That had I●rene bo●ne of his wife Of this Igrene Vter the great P●ndragon Begot King Arthur famous in his life Where by the truth this Pedigree d●th end Arthur from Iosephs loynes did first descend Peter Cousin to Ioseph of Arimathea Being sometimes King of great Arcadia Begat Erlan that famous worthy Prince And Erlan gat Melianus that did conuince His neighbour foes Melianus did beget Edor and Edor Lothos name did set That tooke to wife the sister of King Arthur A Virgine faire chaste louely and most pure Of whom this Lotho had foure louely boyes Their fath●rs comfort and their mothers ioyes Walwanus Agranaius Garelus and Guerelise That in their countrey much did soueragnize All which were men of great authoritie And famous in the land of Britaine Here endeth the Birth Life Death and Pedigree of King Arthur of Britanie now to where we left Phoenix O Nature tell me one thing ere we part What famous towne and situated Seate Is that huge Building that is made by Art Against whose wals the crystall streames do beate As if the flowing tide the stones would eate That lies vpon my left hand built so hie That the huge top-made Steeple dares the Skie Nature That is the Britaines towne old Troynouant The which the wandring Troyans Sonne did frame When after ship wracke he a place did want For to reuiue his Honor-splitted Name And raisd againe the cinders of his Fame When from Sydonian Dido they did steale To reare the Pillars of a Common-weale Since when to come more nearer to our time Lud the great King did with his wealth enlarge The famous builded Citie of this Clime And Ludstone to be cald he gaue in charge And London now that Towne is growne at large The flowing Riuer Thamasis is nam'd Whose Sea-ensuing Tide can neare be tam'd

sing Be blessed for sweete Loue 's a happie thing Thy vowes my loue and heart hath wonne Till thy vntruth hath it vndonne Thy true vnspeakable fidelitie Vowes made to Cupid and his faire-fac'd mother My thoughts haue wonne to vertuous chastitie Loue thee alone I will and loue none other And if thou find not my loues secrecie Heart fa●oting thee then do thou Fancie smother Hath all the world such a true Bird as I Wonne to this fauour by my constancie Till that leane fleshles cripple pale-fac'd Death Thy louely Doue shall pierce with his fell dart Vntruth in my faire bosome nere takes breath Hath any loue such a firme constant heart It is thine owne vnlesse thou keepe it still Vndone shall I be cleane against my will Time shall tell thee how well I loue thee Time the true proportioner of things Shall in the end shew my affection Tell thee from whence all these my passions spring Thee honoring that of loue haue made election How often I haue made my offerings Well knowne to Venus and her louely sonne I to the wide world shall my passions runne Loue is a Lord of hearts a great Commander Thee chalenging to be my chiefe defender Most deuine and sacred Haue I found your loue vnspotted Most reuerend Mistris honor of mine eie Deuine most holy in religious loue And Lord it selfe of my hearts emperi● Sacred in thoughts admitted from aboue Haue in remembrance what affection willeth I it reuiues the mind and the mind killeth Found haue I written in your skie-like brow Your neuer ceasing kind humilitie Loue for your sake to me hath made a vow Vnspotted shall I find your constancie And without staine to thy pure stainlesse beautie Shall my hearts bosome offer vp his dutie The want of thee is death to me The day shall be all night and night all day Want of the Sunne and Moone to giue vs light Of a blacke darknesse before thy loue will stay Thee from thy pleasure of thy hearts delight Is not Affection nurse to long Delay Deaths Messenger that barres me from thy sight To be in absence is to burne in fire Me round enwrapping with hot Loues desire I loue to be beloued I do acknowledge of all constant pure Loue is my true thoughts herrald and I le sing To be of thy thoughts closet firme and sure Be the world still thy vertues deifying Beloued of the most yet most of many Affirme my deare thou art belou'd of any I scorne if I be scorned I being not belou'd by my affection Scorne within my thoughts such bad disgrace If thou of me do make thy firme election I to none other loue will giue my place Be thou my Saint my bosomes Lord to proue Scorned of all I le be thy truest loue The heart 's in paine that loues in vaine The griefe poore louers feele being not beloued Hearts anguish and sad lookes may testifie In night they sleepe not and in day perplexed Paine of this sorrow makes them melancholy That in disdaine their silly minds are vexed Loues terror is so sharpe so strong so mightie In all things vnresistable being aliue Vaine he resists that gainst loues force doth striue What greater ioy can be then this Where loue enioyes each louers wish What may we count the world if loue were dead Greater in woe then woe it selfe can be Ioy from mans secret bosome being fled Cannot but kill the heart immediatly Because by ioy the heart is nourished Then entertaine sweete loue within thy brest This motion in the end will make thee blest Where two harts are vnited all in one Loue like a King a Lord a Soueraigne Enioyes the throne of blisse to sit vpon Each sad heart crauing aid by Cupid slaine Louers be merrie Loue being dignified Wish what you will it shall not be denied Finis quoth R. Chester HEREAFTER FOLLOVV DIVERSE Poeticall Essaies on the former Subiect viz the Turtle and Phoenix Done by the best and chiefest of our moderne writers with their names subscribed to their particular workes neuer before extant And now first consecrated by them all generally to the loue and merite of the true-noble Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie Dignum laude virum Musavetat mori MDCI. INVOCATIO Ad Apollinem Pierides GOod Fate faire Thespian Deities And thou bright God whose golden Eies Serue as a Mirrour to the siluer Morne When in the height of Grace she doth adorne Her Chrystall presence and inuites The euer-youthfull Bromius to delights Sprinckling his sute of V●rt with Pearle And like a loose enamour'd Girle Ingles his cheeke which waxing red with shame Instincts the senslesse Grapes to do the same Till by his sweete reflection fed They gather spirit and grow discoloured To your high influence we commend Our following Labours and sustend Our mutuall palmes prepar'd to gratulate An honorable friend then propagate With your illustrate faculties Our mentall powers Instruct vs how to rise In weighty Numbers well pursu'd And varied from the Multitude Be lauish once and plenteously profuse Your holy waters to our thirstie Muse That we may giue a Round to him In a Castalian boule crown'd to the brim Vatum Chorus To the worthily honor'd Knight Sir Iohn Salisburie NOblest of minds here do the Muses bring Vnto your safer iudgements tast Pure iuice that flow'd from the Pierian springs Not filch'd nor borrow'd but exhaust By the flame-hair'd Apollos hand And at his well-obseru'd command For you infusde in our retentiue braine ●s now distild thence through our quilles againe Value our verse as you approue the worth And thinke of what they are create No Mercenarie hope did bring them forth They tread not in that seruile Gate But a true Zeale borne in our spirites Responsible to your high Merites And an Inuention freer then the Times These were the Parents to our seuerall Rimes Wherein Kind Learned Enuious al may view That we haue writ worthy our selues and you Vatum Chorus The first THe siluer Vault of heauen hath but one Eie And that 's the Sunne the foule-maskt-Ladie Night Which blots the Cloudes the white Booke of the Skie But one sicke Phoebe feuer-shaking Light The heart one string so thus in single turnes The world one Phoenix till another burnes The burning SVppose here burnes this wonder of a breath In righteous flames and holy-heated fires Like Musicke which doth rapt it selfe to death Sweet'ning the inward roome of mans Desires So she wast's both her wings in p●teous strife The flame that eates her seedes the others life Her rare-dead ashes fill a rare-liue vrne One Phoenix borne another Phoenix burne Ignoto