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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07484	The legend of Humphrey Duke of Glocester. By Chr: Middleton	Middleton, Christopher, 1560?-1628.	1600 (1600)	STC 17868; ESTC S120082	18,980	48

can misse Men are not measured now as they deserue But as the bad conceipts of tyrants is From whose vnrighteous doome faire heau'ns defend Thy holy life that hopes the better end 141 With that Sir Thomas Stanley her sad guide Breakes off their intermissiue pittious teares Lady quoth he the due obseruant tyde Hath fil'd the hollow vast and empty shoares Of this our hauen and his swift foote course Bends backe vnto the sea his matchlesse force 142 Full loath God knowes am I to be the man Appointed to dissolue so strong a bond As linkes true loue yet will I what I can Labour to keep it still except commaund That ouer-rules good meaning make a way To bring it to a sodainer decay 143 Call but to minde Sir Thomas sayes the Duke What t is to part true friends and thou shalt see T is such a sinne as gentle kinde rebuke Forsakes and sayes t is worthier to be Reserued for punishment we cannot giue Eternall fire whose furies euer liue 144 Yet I confesse I doe thee wrong good knight Thou art commaunded to conuey her hence And being a subiect must obey the might Of mighty mens commaunds though the offence To God and all good men for all men say Kings were made to commaund subiects t' obey 145 Yet vse her well to quallifie the deed Smooth oyles desolues hard stones faire words inforce Pitty in flinty hearts there will proceede From thy kinde vsage reasons of remorse To mooue the heauens to forgiue this sinne And to remooue the plagues tho' art falling in 146 With that they parted for they might not stand On longer tearmes nor would their sorrows let Their wordes dilate their griefes but doth commaund Their dutious tongues to silence and they set Milde quiet patience before theyr eyes And to her shrine doe solemne sacrifice 147 Now where 's the dolefull muses that should play In tragick sceanes the parting of these two Will none assist me then well may I say It is indeede a story of such woe As if but tongues and pennes should striue t' expresse Their paines would make the sorrow but seeme lesse 148 Then as we wonder at the countlesse starres Numberlesse sands the infinite increase Of men birds beastes and all things that inferres An admiration so let our tongues cease To talke of what we cannot comprehend As wondrous things whose numbers haue no end 149 This done the Duke repayres to th' Court againe Performes his office labours to forget These sorrows but alas the growing paine Of this deep festred wound will neuer let His thoughts or deeds or life haue any peace Till thoughts and deeds and life and all shall cease 150 Then sought the Nobles for to match their King In marriage with some Prince of his estate So that from him more royall seede might spring To weare the English Crowne and prop agate The Common wealth for subiects most desires A royall issue to succeed their syres 151 And he by priuate meanes without th'consent Of his Protector Gloster willing is To marry and withall was well content That William Duke of Suffolke one that was His vncles foe should betroth in his name One borne vnto smal wealth and to lesse fame 152 Margaret daughter to Reynard Naples King Inriched by this match who else was poore A king onely in name without the thing That makes men mighty and in steed of dowre They buy her of her Father with more store Of lands and goods then ere he had before 153 Looke as great Cynthia in her siluer Carre Rides in her Progresse round about her spheare Whose tendance is the fayre eye-dazling starres Trouping about her Chariot that with cleare And glorious shewes makes euery eye delight To gaze vpon the beauty of the night 154 Or as the spring comes to regreete the earth Clad and attended with the worlds delight So is the Queene in Maiesty brought foorth Tended with Princes that a fayrer sight This land of ours a long time had not seene And well't had been for them had that not been 155 And though the Duke vnwilling was to haue His Kingly Cousen marry with this Queene Yet since t' was done it was too late to craue Assistance to disioyne them that had been But labour lost a toyle vnto no end Wise men let faults ore-passe they cannot mend 156 And what his duety and his seruice ought her That he perform'd and euer was content To doe her good and his endeuour brought her More friends who else in greeuous discontent Had put on armes against her but that they Saw him content and for his sake they obey 157 But as most women else euen so was she Vnconstant and that wauering power did guide Her fickle thoughts that nothing could agree With her conceipt but new deuises pride And womens toyes who children-like affected Loues trifles whilst good things are quite neglected 158 Good Duke to what misfortune wert thou borne How was the heauens conioyned at thy birth Thy yonger times might better haue out-worne These troubles that thy latter yeares brought foorth But subtill fortune turn'd her fatall hand Against thine age not able to withstand 159 But whether t' were the fortune of the place Th'Duke-dome of Gloster that thus crost thy blisse I know not but I gesse for all the race Almost of Dukes that were instal'd in this Vnlucky Duke-dome made an end like thee By hard and vnexpected casualty 160 Thomas of Woodstocke and Hugh Spensers thrall May be great reasons to perswade this thing And thine and after thee an others fall That was once Duke there though he dyed a King Richard the third yet was his life so bad That he deseru'd a worse death then he had 161 Yet let thy soule forgiue this sinne of mine That puts thee in amongst a company Of wicked men whose liues were worse then thine Though death amongst you all dealt equally For he 's vnpartiall and with one selfe hand Cuts off both good and bad none can withstand 162 The Queene that now had lent her youthfull eares To the vaine pleasures of these foolish times To be imploy'd considered not the cares That troubles grauer heades whose wisedome climes To higher steps of iudgement and nere cease Striuing to keep their idle liues in peace 163 The droane should dye did not the toylesome Bee Worke to supply her need the silly snake Had staru'd in colde had he not bin set free From the congealed frost whose force did make Passage for death in his friends bosome warmed From frost and snow and killing winter armed 164 Yet see how these kinde fauours haue an end The Drone starues the poore Bee that got her meate The venom'd snake requites his carefull friend By stinging him that did procure the heate That preseru'd her so did the Queene requite The Dukes kinde deeds with mallice wrath and spite 165 For whilst he laboured in the common-wealth And sought their good by gouerning the King Incroaching danger comes on him by stealth And

fit To their desires it is mongst them thought meete Shee should doe open pennance in the streete 91 And after that perform'd be banisht hence Into the Isle of Man and there should liue A guiltlesse exile for a small offence Or none at all and who so ere did giue That vniust sentence hath ere this his doome Amongst th'condemn'd where comfort nere shall come 92 All this her husband saw but could not mend Saw his Sun-setting in a dusky cloude That did presage a darke and lowring end Of his olde dayes and he disdain'd to shroud His head in meaner shades whose vsurp'd power Might driue away that imminent foule shower 93 Yet hopes he that the King will not forget What his deserts had wonne and what he was Or at the least his honour would not let His deare friends and his neere allyance passe Through such a hell of vndeserued woes That nere deseru'd the penalties of lawes 94 And thus he mooues it whilst the flouds of griese Did Nilus-like oreflow the Di'mond shoare Of his wet eyes whose hope was not reliefe Of their sad case but rather wisht for more Aboundant sorrow by which they might be Drown'd in darke pitchy gulfes and nere more see 95 Men rather fast to death then they will take A poysoned nutriment a sicke mans heart Desires death rather then his health should make Way for a worse disease whose bitter smart Would worke his greater griefe euen they doe so Wish blindnesse before sight to see more woe 96 If pitty quoth he sit in Princes hearts As it should doe or mercy haue her seate By iudgements side to mittigate the smart Of punishment too heauy and too great Let these two gentle Gods looke then on mee That aske their help with teares in misery 97 Hatefull oppression hath vsurpt great King Thy place and wrung out of thy Royall hand The swoord of Iustice and stands mennacing Of cruell punishments vnto this land Whose guiltlesse eyes were nere open'd to see Since thou wert King the face of tyranny 98 T is not thy fault for thou art iust and kinde Witnes my selfe that doe complaine of wrongs I am opprest great King and yet I finde That thou art guiltlesse and dost what belongs Vnto a guiltlesse soule wish all were right But wishing helps not wrongs nor resists might 99 Remooue the Pillars on whose base doth stand A mighty building and all comes to thrall Take out the staffe from an olde mans weake hand And then his aged body must needs fall Take steeridge from a ship or do not guide it And on some Rocke the silly barke will split 100 The base whereon my aged frame hath stood The staffe whereon I stay'd my trembling arme The rudder that did guide me and with good And wholsome counsell kept my age from harme Is gone what then may I suspect to haue But so daine fall to an vntimely graue 101 Where would I were in peace for heere is none And lesse I feare will be which makes my minde Thinke happy are our Fathers that are gone Where sure they shall a better kingdome finde Truely said Ouid that no man should say His life was blest before his latest day 102 Against my wife God knowes a guiltlesse soule Is past a heauy iudgement vndeseru'd Which yet thy Royall power may controule And by that meanes their liues may be preseru'd That liues to doe thee good who were they gone I prophecie thy quiet raigne were done 103 Pitty speakes to thee for her guiltlesse case And mercy sayes the doome is all too great Iudgement it selfe would be content to cease If but thy sacred tongue vouchsafe t' intreate For t is most fit say they we should dispence With those that haue committed no offence 104 For lawes were made to punish euill men And cherish vp the good such as liue well This being so true as t is why doe they then Make equall iustice gainst her selfe rebell Keep it in order King for all men say That things brought out of course will soone decay 105 The King heauy to heare this sad discourse Descends his royall throane whereon he sate Takes vp his vncle and to make restraint Of his increasing griefe gins to intreate Him with good words and his desire is He could but doe that good which he doth wish 106 My Noble Aunte quoth he suffers these ills Without my priuity and they haue got Such strong Commissions for to worke their wils Vnder out seales that rightly can I not Recall the worke nor will they licence me To pardon her pretended traytory 107 Good vncle well you know I haue giuen ouer All gouernment and haue discharg'd my soule Of worldly cares and cannot well recouer That right againe and if I should controule What they haue done t'wold sure stir vp their wrath To execute my ruyne and your death 108 Gloster with this amaz'd that he should heare His Kingly Cousin giue him no reliefe What he would gladly speake he doth for-beare His mouth is lockt and the grim porter griefe Keeps in the sad words that he faine would speake Controules his tongue makes her powers too weake 109 Thus the King sorry he cannot releeue him Comforts his griefe with teares and so they part The woes that Gloster hath doe no lesse grieue him Then the good Duke and cleaues as neere his heart True friends haue seeling of each others woe And when ones heart is sad all theirs is so 110 The Duke lookt vp and saw the King was gone And the roome empty time and place affoords A fit occasion for a man to moane And quiet silence licenses his words To talke to woode and stones and empty ayre For to his plaints no man would lend his eare 111 For want quoth he of witnes I must make You sencelesse things recorders of my woe Friends and acquaintance flye and will not seeke Redresse for wrongs the lawes are altered so That men which of all creatures should liue best Are of all law and iustice dispossest 112 Would you quoth he could vtter what I say That the remembrance of my teares might last To vn-borne ages and when you decay You could tell your succession what hath past In these ill times then would I tell a tale Of so much ruth that flint and steele should waile 113 I prophecy a time shall shortly be And well is me I shall not see the day When all too late with sorrow they shall see What t is to doe iniustice and to sway The swoord awry for next to tyranny Comes warres dissentions ciuill mutiny 114 Once did Astrea leaue the world before Because the world grew weary to doe well Once gone againe I feare shee 'l nere come more Nor set her helping hand for to refell These growing mischiefes but let them increase Till men haue quite forgot the name of peace 115 When as the Sunne forsakes his cristal spheare How darke and vgly is the gloomy skye And in his place ther 's