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A20853	The tragicall legend of Robert, Duke of Normandy, surnamed Short-thigh, eldest sonne to William Conqueror. VVith the legend of Matilda the chast, daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater, poysoned by King Iohn. And the legend of Piers Gaueston, the great Earle of Cornwall: and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second. By Michaell Drayton. The latter two, by him newly corrected and augmented	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Matilda.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Peirs Gaveston Earle of Cornwall.	1596 (1596)	STC 7232; ESTC S116748	75,207	228

crowne 53 Here in the bodies likenes whilst it liues Appeare the thoughts proceeding from the mind To which the place a forme more glorious giues And there they be immortally deuin'd By vertue there more heauenly refin'd And when the earthly body once doth perrish There doth this place the minds true Image cherish 54 My beauty neuer fades but as new borne As yeares encrease so euer waxing young My strength is not diminished nor worne VVhat weakneth all things euer makes me strong Nor from my hand my Scepter can be wroong Times sacriligious rapine I defie A tributarie to eternitie 55 The face of heauen my chronicles containe Where I erect the Tropheis of my fame VVhich there in glorious characters remaine The gorgeous feeling of th'immortall frame The constellations letters of my name VVhere my memorialls euermore abide In those pure bodies highly glorified 56 FAme ending thus Fortune againe began Further to vrge what she before had said And loe quoth she Duke Robert is the man VVho by my might and pollicie's betraid Then let vs see how thou canst lend him aide I tooke from him his libertie and crowne Raise thou him vp whō I haue thus thrown downe 57 Quoth Fame a fitter instance is there none Then Robert is then Fortune doe thy worst Here may thy weaknes and my power be showne Here shall I blesse whom thou before hast curst Begin thou then since thus thy turne comes first And thou shalt see how great a power I haue Ouer the world proud Fortune and the graue 58 Quoth Fortune then my hand did point the Star The seale wherwith heauen sign'd his vtmost date Which markt his birth with brands of bloody war Rash mutinys rude garboiles harsh debate His forrain plagues home wrongs priuate hate And on the height of his great Fathers glory First laid the ground work of his Sonnes sad story 59 Nature which did her best at Roberts birth I most vndid in his natiuitie This friend I made his greatest foe on earth Her gifts I made his greatest enemie Framing such mildnes in Nobilitie Differing so far from haughtie Williams straine That thus hee iudg'd his Sonne vnfit to raigne 60 And yet that courage which he did inherit And from the greatnes of his blood had taken Stird vp with griefe awakes this greater spirit VVhich more and more did Williams hate awaken Hee thus forsaken as hee had forsaken Yet to his will so partiallie inclind As now his rage his reason quite doth blind 61 Now doe I leane to him whom all haue left Laughiug on him on whom dispaire doth lowre Lending him hope of former hope berest Giuing his youth large wings wherwith to towre Ayding his power to crosse great Williams power That so his might in countermaunding might By his owne wrong might hinder his owne right 62 That whilst his Fathers sierie tempered sword Through Albions cleeues that fatall entrance made With Germaine power returnes this youthfull Lord VVith others Armes his owne bounds to inuade And Normandy lyes coucht vnder his blade Thinking to make a present meane of this To make his owne yet doubtfull to be his 63 Towards Williams end now Williams hate begun VVhom he begot doth now beget his woe He scarse a Father Robert scarse a Sonne His Sonne the Father fo his ouerthrowe Youth old in will age young in hate doth growe He nursing that which doth all mischiefe nurse He by his blessing causing his owne curse 64 And yet least age might coole Duke Williams blood VVith warrs in Fraunce I still the heate suppli'd That whilst young Robert yet disgrace stood Iustly condemn'd of insolence and pride In this confirm'd the famous Conqueror di'd Setting proud Rufus on his regall throne VVhilst Norman Robert striues but for his owne 65 Much trust in him a carelesnes first bred His courage makes him ouer-confident Blinding reuenge besides his course him led VVhen lost his wits in errors darknes went Rashnes sees all but nothing can preuent VVhat his mind loth'd disgrace did vrge him to Making his will the cause of his owne woe 69 This buried trunck of William is the roote From which these two world-shadowing branches spred This factious body standing on this foote These two crosse currents springing frō one head And both with one selfe nutriment are fed Vpon themselues their owne force so should spend Till in themselues they both themselues shold end 67 Thus the old conquest hath new conquests made And Norman Ensignes shaddow English fields The brother now the brother must muade The conquerors shield against y e conquerors shield Right wounding right nor wrong to wrong will yield One arme beare off the others furious stroke Scepter with Scepter sword with sword be broke 68 The hatefull soiles where death was sown in blood Encreasing vengeance one against the other And now the seede of wrath began to bud Which in their bosoms they so long did smother These but as bastards England their step mother Weakning her selfe by mallice giues them strength With murdring hands to spoile thēselues at length 69 This Williams death giues Roberts troubls life VVhose life in death made lucklesse Robert liue This end of strife beginneth greater strife Giuing to take what it did take to giue Liuing depriu'd which dead doth him depriue Euill brought good that good conuerts to ill Thus life and death breed Roberts mischiefe still 70 VVhen first King William entred on this Ile Harrold had friends but then the Norman none But Rufus liued here as an exile And Robert hop'd to raigne of many a one Onely my hand held vp his slyding throne William but weake beats Harold down by wrong William supplanting Robert Robert strong 71 Odo the prop which Rufus power vpheld Reuolting then inrag'd with Lansrancks spight And on this hope grounding his faith rebell'd might In bloody letters writing Roberts right Great Mortayns power and strong Mountgomeres Mangling this Ile with new deformed scars Ere peace had cur'd the wounds of former wars 72 The Normans glory in the conquest won The English bruzed with their battred Armes The Normans followed what they had begun The English fearefull of their former harmes What cooles the English Norman corage warms The Normans entred to new victorie The English for their fight already flie 73 VVhilst Rufus hopes thus freshly bleeding lay And now with ruine all things went to wrack Destruction hauing found the perfect way Were not proud Robert by some meanes kept back By fond delayes I forc'd him time to slack And stopt the mischiefe newly thus begun To vndoe all what he before had done 74 Thus first by counsell spurr'd I on the rage Forcing the streame of their distempred blood Then by my counsaile did againe aswage VVhen this great Duke secure of conquest stood Pyning his force giuing aduantage foode That first by taking Arms he strength might loose And making peace giue strength vnto his foes 75 A peace concluded to destroy their peace A suddaine truce to breed

soonest pry Whose nature thus I chose to be the mould Therein to worke what forme of hap I would 98 His owne compassion cause of his owne care Vpon his thought his constant promise stood Vertue in him most naturally rare No vile base humor tainted his pure blood His bounty still gaue good desert her food His mind so great and honorably free Made him too prone to loose credulitie 99 His counsels thus are combred by his care In nothing certaine bnt vncertaintie His friends resolu'd on nothing but dispaire Yet shewes he greatnes in most misery Each place become a stage for Tragedy By error wandring far beyond his scope Strong in desire but weakest in his hope 100 In publique shame oft counsell seemes disgrac'd No priuiledge can from the Fates protect In desperation counsell hath no taste Vntamed rage doth all aduise reiect Hiding the course which reason should direct Making himselfe the author of his harms VVithout experience valor wants his arms 101 Now I whose power in Williams wars was seene VVhen first on Williams conquest he begun To shew my selfe the worlds imperious Queene Now turne my selfe against his warlike son To lose by me by me his Father won On Englands part gainst Normandy to stand Which Normandy had conquered by my hand 102 The conquest William made vpon this Ile VVith Norman blood be-peopling Brittany Euen now as Brittons made within a while Turne with reuenge to conquer Normandy Thus victory goes back to victory That his own blood wins what before he won His conquering son subdu'd his conquering son 103 Thus Norman townes begirt with English arms The furious brother dealing wrathfull blowes Both pressing in where deadly perrill swarms These English-Norman Norman-English foes At last doe get what they at first did lose As Normandy did Englands fall prouoke Now Norman necks must beare the English yoke 104 The flood of mischiefe thus comes in againe VVhat Fortune works not alwaies seems pretéded The wind thus turn'd blows back the fire amaine VVhere first mischance began she will be ended And he defend him from those he offended For this we find the course of fatall things Is best discern'd in states of Realms Kings 105 On whom of late in Palaestine I smild In ciuill warrs now dreadfully I frowne He call'd from exile I from him exil'd To leaue his crowne who had refus'd a crowne Who beat all down now heare is beaten down Here to lose all who there had gotten all To make his fall more grieuous in his fall 106 To England now a prisoner they him bring Now is he hers which claim'd her for his owne A Captiue where he should haue been a King His dūgeon made wher shold haue been his throne Now buried there wheras he shold haue growne In one poore tower mew'd vp within one place Whose Empires bounds the Ocean shold embrace 107 Could mortall sence containe immortall hate Or reason sound the depth of things diuine Iudgement might stand amaz'd at Roberts state And thinke no might to be compar'd with mine That all power may vnto my power resigne And that in Roberts fall the world may see Amongst the starrs what power remaines in mee 108 That sword which on his fortune hath such power Yet powerles is to end his wretched dayes Those daies w c in their course all things deuoure To his swift griefe makes slow and lazie staies To Tyrannies long raigne he thus obaies That he in life a thousand deaths might die Onely in mercy rackt with crueltie 109 He hath no ioy but in his miseries His greatest comfort is the blessed light For which as I were angry with his eyes I make the King depriue him of his sight To sute his daies so iustly with the night That sencles stones to mone he should not see Yet sencles stones behold his misery 120 And this he felt that Fortune made him blinde Least his eyes obiects yet might lighten care That y e light wanting more might light his minde VVhose eyes might see how great his sorrows are That euery sence that sences woe might share And so that sence depriu'd of ioy alone Might more increase the griefe of euery one 111 These griefes and horrors enemies of rest VVhich murther life where they do harbor long Kill humors which his body oft opprest Vnnaturally thus making nature strong As out of deaths dead stock new life still sprong As life with death had tempted him till now Yet death to life no ease would er'e allow 112 Death he fear'd not is taught his end to feare Life once he lou'd with him now fall'n in loue That foe a friend to hurt him doth forbeare That friend a foe he cannot now remoue Twixt them he all extremities doth proue Aged in youth to pine his ioy thereby Youthfull in age to suffer misery 113 Courage forbids that he himselfe should kill His life too proud to be constrain'd to die His will permits not death now when he will VVhat would dispaire true valor doth deny Thus life's life foe death is deaths enemy VVilling to die by life him double killing Vrging to die twice dying he vnwilling 114 So many yeeres as he hath worne a crowne So many yeeres as he hath hop'd to rise So many yeeres he liues thus quite thrown downe So many yeeres he liues without his eyes So many yeeres in dying ere hee dyes So many yeeres lockt vp in prison strong Though sorrow make the shortest time seeme long 115 Thus sway I in the course of earthly things That Time might worke him euerlasting spite To shew that power yet euer makes not kings Nor that conceit can compasse my deceit In fined things such meruails infinite Nor any wonder is to be supposed In that wherein all wonders are inclosed 116 AT Fortuns speech they stand as all amaz'd Whilst Fame herselfe doth wonder at his woe And all vpon this deadly Image gaz'd VVhose misery shee had discribed so But in reuenge of this dispightfull foe Fame from a slumber as it seem'd awake On his behalfe thus for herselfe be-spake 117 What time I came frō world-renowned Rome To waken Europe from her drouzie traunce Summoning the Princes of great Christendome To Palaestine their Ensignes to aduaunce Soūding my trump in England Spaine Fraunce To moue the Christians to religious war Frō Pagans hands to free CHRISTS sepulchar 118 That holy Hermit Peter then as one VVhich as a Saint bewaild so great a losse With Bulloigne Godfrey Christs strong champion Vnder the Banner of the bloody CROSSE Now on the Alps the conquering collours tosse Leading along the brauest Christian band To reare their Tropheys in the HOLY LAND 119 Hether the flocks of gallant spirits do throng The place whence immortalitie doth spring To whom the hope of conquest doth belong Nor any thought lesse then to be a King Hether doth Fame her deerest children bring And in this Camp shee makes her treasury The rarest Iems of Europs Chiualry 120 This conquering lord

tears sith eyes your small drops cannot see And since the Fountains cease of my full eyes Teares get you eyes and help to pitty mee And water them which timelesse sorrow dryes Teares giue me teares lend eyes vnto my eyes So may the blind yet make the blind to see Else no help is to them nor hope to mee 189 Body and eyes vsurping others right Both altring vse contrarie vnto kind That eyes to eyes those dark which shold giue light The blind both guide guided by the blind Yet both must be directed by the mind Yet that which both their trustie guide should be Blinded with care like them can nothing see 190 The day abhors thee and from thee doth slie Night followes after yet behind doth stay This neuer comes though it be euernie This ere it comes is vanished away Nor night nor day though euer night and day Yet all is one still day or euer night No rest in darknes nor no ioy in light 191 Whilst light did giue me comfort to my mone Teares sound a meane to sound my sorrows deepe But now alasse that comfort being gone Tears do want eies which shold giue tears to weepe Whence I lost ioy there care I euer keepe What gaue me woe from me doth comfort take Delight a sleepe now sorrow still must wake 192 I saw my ill when ill could scarclie see I saw my good when I my good scarce knew Now see not ill when as my ill sees mee Hasting to that which still doth mee pursue VVith my lost eyes sorrow my state doth view In blindnes loosing hope of all delight And with my blindnes giue my cares full light 193 As man himselfe so the most hatefull beast The Worme enioyes the ayre as well as wee The little Gnat or thing that liues the least Of this by nature kindly is made free what thing hath mouth to brethe but eyes to see Though honor lost yet might I humbly craue To haue what beasts or flies or pore worms haue 194 Mine eyes hurt not the Sun nor steale the day Except a candle they see neuer light These monstrous walls do take that doubt away What feare then y t they shold harme y e night Needles is that sith tears haue blotted sight I know not then frō whence this hate should rise Except it onely be that they be eyes 195 The man-betraying Basilisk hath eyes Although by sight those eyes be made to kill Though her owne works be made her enemies Though naturally ordained vnto ill Yet in her selfe so iust is nature still How monstrous then am I alone in nature Denide of that she giues the vilest creature 196 Oh tyrannie more cruell far then death Though death be but the end of tyranie Death lends vs sight whilst she doth giue vs breath Of all the sences that the last doth dye In lyuing death how miserable am I In life of this sence me thus to depriue To make the others dye my selfe aliue 197 Eyes which with ioy like Sunnes haue risen oft To view that holy Citties glorious Towers And seene the Christian Ensignes raisd aloft Crowning the walls like garlands of rare flowers Now lie you perrisht in your Iuory bowers Nor shal you henceforth boast what you haue been But leaue the minde to thinke what you haue seen 198 You which haue seene faire Palestine ●estor'd And gorgeous Syon from the Paynims freed The Sepulcher of your most glorious Lord And y t faire Mount wher his sweet woūds did bleed And with these sights my hungry soule did feed Within you brincks be drownd in your own blood Which oft haue view'd great Iordans sacred flood 199 Rake vp the sparks which nourished your fire VVithin the ashes of consumed eyes Those little brands which kindled youths desire The haples starrs of passed miseries VVander no more within your circling skies Vnder the Globes great compasse euer roule And in my minds great world now light my soule 200 Good night sweet Sunns your lights are cleane put out Your hollow pits be graues of all your ioy VVith dreadfull darknes compassed about VVherein is cast what murther can destroy That buried there which did the world annoy Those holy Fanes where vertue hallowed stood Become a place of slaughter and of blood 201 Poure downe your last refreshing euening dew And bathe your selues in fountains of your tears The day no more shall euer breake to you The ioyfull dawne no more at all appears No cheerfull sight your sorrow euer cheers Shut vp your windows ere constraint compell Be-take your selues to nights eternall Cell 202 HIS passion ending Fortune discontent Turning her back as shee away would flie Playing with fooles and babes incontinent As neuer toucht with humane misery Euen after death shewing inconstancy As straight forgetting what she had to tell To other speech and girlish laughter fell 203 VVhē graceful Fame conuaying thence her charge With all these troupes attended royallie Gaue me this booke wherein was writ at large Great Norman Roberts famous history T'amaze the world with his sad Tragedy But Fortune angry with her foe therefore Gaue me this gift That I should still be poore FINIS THE ARGVMENT OF MATILDA MATILDA for her beauty named the faire A second Lucretia the daughter of a noble Barron the Lorde Robert Fitzwater a man of great wisdom courage was long time followed of king Iohn who sought by all meanes possible to winne her to his vnlawfull desire But finding that all hee could deuise tooke no effect such was her wonderfull chastitie hee sought by force to take her from the Court and to sende her to some secret place where hee might fitlie accomplish his wicked intent but his purpose was preuented by her Fathers pollicie The King hereat enraged through despight subborned certaine malicious persons subtilly to accuse the Lord Fitzwater of rebellion where-vpon hee is banished Matilda flieth to Dunmowe in Essex and there became a Nunne in a Religious house there builded by IVGA a Virgin one of her Auncestors to vvhich place the King sendeth one to solicite his old sute with poyson eyther to yeelde to his desire or to end her life Shee seeing her Father banished none left to succour her and fearing to be takē out of the Nunnary tooke the poyson and ended her dayes THE LEGEND of Matilda the chaste 1 IF to this some sacred Muse retaine Those choise regards by perfect vertue taught And in her chaste and virgin-humble vaine Doth kindlie cherrish one pure May den thought In whom my death hath but true pittie wrought By her I craue my life be reueald Which black obliuion hath too long concealed 2 Or on the earth if mercie may be found Or if remorce may touch the harts of men Or eyes may lend me teares to wash my wound Or passion be exprest by mortall pen Yet may I hope of some compassion then Three hundreth yeeres by all men ouer-past Now finding one to pittie mee at last 3 You blessed Imps

wit wit courage arms This is the thred which leadeth on his will This is the steere which guides him in these storms To see his good and to foresee his harms Not flying life in fortune so content Not fearing death as truly valient 144 He feasts desire with sweetest temperance Greatnes he decks in modesties attire Honor he doth by humblenes aduance By sufferance he raiseth courage hier His holy thoughts by patience still aspire To fashion vertue strangely he doth seeke Making poore hope impatient sorrow meeke 145 Then in his ioy he nothing lesse inioyes Still of him selfe the worser part he is What most shold please him him the most annoyes Of his there's nothing can be called his And what he hath that doth he euer misse His thought of conquest so doth rest inuade Thus is he made as vnto others made 146 All things to him be prosperous as he would Not trusting Fortune nor distrusting Fate Resolu'd to hope hap what soever could Ioying in woe in ioy disconsolate Ioy lightneth woe woe ioy doth moderate Carelesse of both indifferent twixt either VVooed of both yet yeelding vnto neither 147 Endlesse his toyle a figure of his fame And his life ending giues his name no end Lasting that forme where vertue builds the frame Those sums vnnumbred glory giues to spend Our bodies buried then our deeds ascend Those deeds in life to worth cannot be rated In death with life our fame euen then is dated 148 VVilling to doe he thinketh what to doe That what he did exactly might be done That due foresight before the act might goe VVhich wisely warning might all errors shun That care might finish what he had begun Iustly directed in the course of things By that straight rule which sound experience brings 149 From famous Godfrey and the Christian hoast Vnto the migty Grecian Emperor Now is he sent through many perrils tost This Norman Duke the braue Ambassador His royall spirit so much ne're seene before As with his princely traine when he doth come Before the towne of faire Bizantium 150 From forth the holy Region is he sent Bending his coure through Macedon and Thrace Yet neuer would he sleepe but in his Tent Till he return'd vnto that hallowed place Till he beheld that famous Godfreis face Nor neuer rest his body in a bed Till Palaestine were free deliuered 151 Triumphall prowesse true disposed care Cleare-shining courage honourable intent Vertuous-apparreld manhood thoughts more rare Mind free as heauen imperiall gouernment Numbers of vertues in one sweet consent Gyfts which the soule so highly beautifie Humble valour valiant humilitie 152 Sweet ayre with Angels breath be thou refin'd And for his sake be made more pure then ayre And thether let some gentle breathing wind From Paradice bring sweets which be most rare Let Sommer sit in his imperiall chayre And clothe sad Winter in the cheerefull prime Keeping continuall Sommer in the clime 153 Delight be present in thy best attire And court his eyes with thy delightfull change Oh warme his spirit with thy soule-feasting fire To base delight-abusers be thou strange Such as in vainest pleasures boundlesse range For pleasure he all pleasures quite forsooke And arm'd with zeale these toiles first vndertooke 154 O let Danubius in her watry roome VVhere she the name of Ister first did take VVith threescore riuers swelling in her wombe With seauen large throats her greedy thirst to slake Doth swallow in the great worlds vastie lake Vnto all regions which doe know her name In Roberts glory tell our countries fame 155 And broad-brim'd Strymon as she vaulteth on Slyding along the fertill Thracian shore Kissing the stronds of famous Macedon Which once the name of old Aemathia wore Whose fame decay'd her drops do now deplore May raise another Orpheus with her mones To sing his praise vnto her trees and stones 156 Time on his life thy gathered store disburse VVhich may enrich thee with eternall gaine VVhich art a beldame now become a nurse And in his end begin his glorious raigne That yet truth may of truth be forc'd to faine That of his praise thy selfe a part maist be VVhich praise remaines the better part of thee 157 O thou immortall Tasso Aestes glory VVhich in thy golden booke his name hast left Enrold in thy great Godfreis liuing story VVhose lines shall scape vntoucht of ruins thest Yet vs of him thou hast not quite bereft Though thy large Poems onely boast his name Ours was his birth and we will haue his fame 158 The curious state of greatnes he doth scorne Carelesse of pomp to be magnificent Deeming the noblest minded noblest borne Him worthiest honor which the furthest went His blood most pure whose blood in wars most spent Esteeming all fond titles toyes of naught Most honoring those which were with peril bought 159 His richest roabes are his approoued Armes His sports were deeds of peerelesse chiualrie He flies all pleasures as the Syrens charmes To his great mind no pleasing harmonie Not touch't with childish imbecillitie As sacriledge to his religious mind To mix base thoughts with those of heauenly kind 160 A mind which of it selfe could rightly deeme Keeping a straight way in one certaine course As a true witnes of his owne esteeme Feeding it selfe from his owne springing source And by himselfe increasing his owne force Desirous still him daylie to enure To endure that men thought none could endure 161 Deuinest touch instinct of highest heauen Most gracefull grace purest of puritie To mortall man immortall vertue giuen Manhood adorn'd with powerfull dietie Discreetfull pitty hallowed pietie In secret working by itselfe confest In silent admiration best exprest 162 Not spur'd with honor dearely louing peace Constant in any course to which he fell A spirit which no asffliction could oppresse Neuer remou'd where once his thought did dwell Opynionate that what he did was well VVhich working now vpon so good a cause Approueth his conceit the surest lawes 163 No braggarts boast nor ostentacious word Out of his mouth is euer heard proceed But on his foe-mans curats with his sword In characters records his valiant deed That there vnpartiall eyes might plainly reed In modest silence by true vertue hid That though he dumb his deeds told what he did 164 He cheres his Souldiers with sweet honied words His princely hand embalmes the maimeds wound Vnto the needie gold he still affords To braue attempts encouraging the sound Neuer dismaid in perrill is he found His Tent a seate of iustice to the greeu'd A kingly court when need should be releeu'd 165 His life each hower to danger he doth giue Yet still by valour he with perrill striues In all attempts as he did scorne to liue Yet lyuing as his life were many liues Oft times from death it seemes that he reuiues Each hower in great attempts he seemes to die Yet still he liues in spight of ieopardie 166 Euen by that town o're which his Lord did weepe Whose precious tears were shed

for her own sinne Euen by that towne this zealous Lord did weepe To see her now defil'd with others sinne He wept he weepes for sinne and he for sinne He first shed teares he lastly sheddeth teares Those sacred drops the others drops endeares 167 What prince was found within the Christian hoast That carried marke of honor in his shield That with braue Roberts Lyons once durst boast Raging with furie in the bloody field VVhose mighty pawes a piller seem'd to weild Which frō their nostrhils breath'd a seeming flame VVhen he in pride amongst the Pagans came 168 His life with blood how dearely did he prize And neuer did he brandish his bright sword But many Pagan soules did sacrifize And all the ground with liuelesse truncks he stor'd Such was his loue vnto his dearest Lord That were true loue more purer then is loue Here in this loue his purenes he might proue 169 Who from his furie latelie fled away VVhen in the field far off they him espied Pursu'd in his faire presence make a stay As of his hand they willing would haue died His beautie so his feircenes mollified As taking death by valiant Roberts name Should to their liues giue euerlasting fame 170 The cruell Panyms thirsting after blood VVith his sweet beauty doe their hates a slake Yet when by him in danger they haue stood And that his valour did their rage awake And with their swords reuenge wold deeply take The edges turne as seeming to relent To pitty him to whom the blowes were sent 171 At feirce assaults where thousand deaths might fall His cheerfull smiles made death he could not kill Imperiously his sword commaunds the wall As stones should be obedient to his will The yeelding blood his blood did neuer spill His fury quencht with teares as with a flood And yet like fire consuming all that stood 172 When in the morne his Courser he bestrid The trumpets sound vnto his thoughts gaue fire But from the field he euer dropping rid As he were vanquisht onely in retire The neerer rest farther from his desire In bootie still his Souldiers share the crowns They rich in gold he onely rich in wounds 173 At this returne now in this sad retreate From heathens slaughter from the Christians fled This is not he which in that raging heate On mighty heapes laid Pagan bodies dead Whose plumed helme empaled in his head Mild as some Nimphlike ●●●gin now he seem'd VVhich some in fight a fearefull spirit deem'd 174 No tryumphs doe his victories adorne But in his death who on the Crosse had died No lawrell nor victorious wreath is worne But that red Crosse to tell him crucified This death his life this pouertie his pride His feast is fast his pleasure pennaunce is His wishes prayers his hope is all his blisse 175 Great Caluary whose hollow vaulted womb In his deere Sauiours death afunder riuen That rock-rent Caue that man-god burying tomb VVhich was vnto his blessed body giuen VVhose yeelding Ghost did shake the power of heauen Here as a Hermit could he euer liue Such wondrous thoughts vnto his soule they giue 176 Thus a poore Pilgrim he returnes againe His sumptuous roabes be turn'd to Palmers gray Leauing his Lords to lead his warlick traine Whilst he alone comes sadly on the way Dealing abroad his deare bloods purchas'd pray A hermits staffe his caresull hand doth hold VVhose charged Launce the beathen foe controld 177 Most louing zeale borne of more zealous loue Cares holy care faiths might ioyes food hopes kay The groundwork worlds bewitching cannot moue Of true desires the neuer failing stay The cheerfull light of heauens ne're-ending day Vertue which in thy selfe most vertuous art The fairest gyft of the most fairest part 178 But now to end this long continued strife Henceforth thy malice takes no further place Thy hate began and ended with his life His spirit by thee can suffer no disgrace Now in mine armes his vertues I imbrace His body thine his crosses witnes be His mind is mine and from thy power is free 179 Thou gau'st vp rule when he gaue vp his breath And at his end then did I first begin Thy hate was buried in his timelesse death Thou going out first did I enter in Thou loosing him thy losse then did I win And when the Fates did vp their right resigne Thy right his wrong thy hate his hap was mine 180 To the vnworthie world then get thee back Stuft with deceits and fawning flatteries There by thy power bring all things vnto wrack And fill the times with fearefull Tragedies And since thy ioy consists in miseries Heare his complaint who wanting eyes to see May giue thee sight which art as blind as hee 181 AT her great words whilst they in silence stand Poore haplesse Robert now remembring him Holding one bloody eye in his pale hand VVith countenance all dead and gastly grim As in a feauer shaking euery lim Euen with a pitteous lamentable grone Vailing his head thus breakes into his mone 182 Poore teare dim'd taper which hast lost thy brother And thus art lest to twinkle here alone Ah might'st thou not haue perrisht with the other And both together to your set haue gone You both were one one wanting thou not one Poore twins which like true friends one watch did keepe Why seuer'd thus y t so you shold not sleepe 183 And thou pore eye oh why sholdst thou haue light The others black eclipse thus soone to see And yet thy fellow be depriu'd of sight For thy sad teares the while to pitty thee Equall your griefes your haps vnequall be Take thou his darknes and thy sorrow hide Or he thy light his griefe so well espied 184 Let that small drop out of thy iuicie ball Canded like gum vpon the moist'ned thrid There still be fixed that it neuer fall But as a signe hang on thine eyes staind lid A witnes there what inward griefe is hid Like burning glasses sired by the Sonne Light all mens eyes to see what there is done 185 Now like to conduits draw my body drie By which is made the entrance to my blood Streame-gushing sluces plac'd in eyther eye VVhich shalbe fed by this continuall flood Whirlpooles of tears where pleasures citty stood Deuouring gulfes within a vastie land Or like the dead Sea euer hatefull stand 186 Where stood the watch-towers of my cheerful face Like Vestall Lamps lighted with holy flame Is now a dungeon and a lothed place The dark some prison of my hatefull shame That they themselues doe most abhor the same Through whose foule grates griefe full of miserie Still begging vengeance ceaseth not to crie 187 VVith dire-full seales death hath shut vp the dores VVhere he hath taken vp his dreadfull Inne In bloody letters shewing those fell sores That now doe raigne wherioy mirth haue beene This mortal plague the iust scourge of their sinne From whose contagion comfort quite is fled And they themselues in their selues buried 188 Poore