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A02624	A prophesie of Cadvvallader, last king of the Britaines containing a comparison of the English kings, with many worthy Romanes, from William Rufus, till Henry the fift. Henry the fift, his life and death. Foure battels betweene the two houses of Yorke and Lancaster. The field of Banbery. The losse of Elizabeth. The praise of King Iames. And lastly a poeme to the yong Prince.	Herbert, William, fl. 1604.; Cadwaladr, Vendigaid, d. 664?	1604 (1604)	STC 12752; ESTC S103828	31,064	72

The Princes vertues do the subiectes moue Dangers and perils eminent to proue The noble Earle with speede pursues his fate Delay brings danger to the surest state When Fame reported this to Edwards care Hope vanquisht feare and gaue encouragement To see them firme who euer faithfull were Then to Lord Stafford Southwike Earle he sent To muster all his friends incontinent Then gaue he ioynt commission to these twaine As equalles when they came in Campe to raigne Thus these two Captaines as those two of yore VVhen Romes selected youth in Cannas bled Equall in power but not in Iudgements store As Varro Stafford from the battell fled As Paulus so renowmed Pembrooke sped Thus Lord-like stout Aemilius forth doth goe To chase the pride of his rebellious foe Stafford and hee weake staffe to leane vpon No Stafford he nor sprung from Buckingham Nor let that name so base a man bemoane His cowardize escandalizde his fame Lassiuious lust did explaiten his shame These two to Banbary with Armies bend Thence Stafford fled there Herberts life did end There might you see a troope of warlike men Conducted by the glories of their Clyme Vnworthy I with my vnworthy pen To aeternize in Layes vndecent Rime Their memories which liue in spight of time These two as Fabius and Marcellus weare Romes guarding target and offending speare Richard was valorous but his brother wise Youth made him forward age the other stayde Richard for action Pembrooke for aduise If both their worths were in a ballance way de Neither should Fates partiallitie vprayde The differences betweene these brothers are One peace affected most the other warre There might you see the Champions of the Beare Mounted on Iustie Coursers scoure the plaine There might you see the sonne of Latimer With rashnesse charge with feare returne and slaine They neuer feare who neuer feeled paine There might you see O I am greeu'd to say What yeares confirm'd consumed in a day There might you see that worthy man of men Richard with his victorious sword in hand Like a fierce Lyon passing from his den Or some sterne Boare whose anger plowes the land Securely passe through euery conquer'd band As a round bullet from a Canon sent This Knight alone through fortie thousand went And backe return'd to his amazed traine But more enraged with anger then before Begins to kill where he before had slaine Like a close myzer he augments his store The more he slaies to slaie he loues the more All this thou didst what latter age can tell Of one that better did or halfe so well Thus like Alcides all composde of ire Whose fiery lights shut sparkes of fortitude This Champion doth to greater deeds aspire Still pressing on the Hydra multitude Till like to sheepe they fled in order rude Then to his Tent with tryumph he doth goe Valure doth loue to spoile not chase the foe But see vnconstant chance and seeing weepe For euery word requires a siluer teare Whiles carelesse victory did sweetly sleepe And conquest by desert did honour weare VVhen most we liue secure we most should feare Sixe hundred men conducted by a Squire Made those that chaste with praise with shame retire But ere that these confused warriours fled Whom vnexpected horror did amaze They sold their liues for liues ere they were dead Their conquering blood their honors did emblaze Bnt all were not deriued from one race Some Stallions in a field some Asses bee And so of men there be of each degree Richard thou canst not mount thy steed and flye Nor thou great Lord experience makes thee stay To feare the name of death is worse then dye But men borne base a baser word will say I care not how I scape so liue I may Ye slaues to feare whom I abhorre to see That loue life more then praise or honestie Still do they striue till that vnnumbred presse Like Bees of Hybla swarmed euery where Courage in danger doth it selfe expresse Submission to a Lyon breeds but feare But rauenous beasts their prostrate subiects teare By such great Richard falls and Pembrooke dies Conquering twise twentie thousand enemies Mount sacred spirits with cleare conscience wings To the ninth heauen whereas your glorious eye May gaze on the immortall king of kings Liue you in peace but we in misery Man cannot happie be before he dye Vnto your glorious tombes I sacrifice These dismall Anthems and sad Elegies CEase mournfull Muse to chaunt these Ciuil broiles Vnciuill warres and sence-amizing times Brothers by brothers spoild vnnaturall spoiles The guilt whereof to Ioues tribunall climes Oh subiect fit for Thaeban Statius rimes All warres are bad but finall end doth tell Intestine warres all other warres excell Witnesse the same the Macedinian downe When Pompey did the Senates cause defend And Caesar sought the worlds Imperiall Crowne Witnesse Philippes and Antonius end Milde Othos death which Authors so commend Richard now riseth at his Nephewes fall A conscience cleare is like a brazen wall Now Englands Traiane sprung from Troiane race Doth Oxford helpe and Darbies aide implore Froth-faced Neptune with his trident mace Doth guide his Argosies to Milfords shoare At Bosworth field he slaies the tusked Boare Leicestrian Dales their crimson goare did fill A scarlet streame from Richard did distill Cheiney thy armes and sinewes are not strong Enough to match with Albions martiall king Brandon thou dost thy youthfull vigor wrong To combat him who to the field did bring Those cruell parts which Collingbourne did sing Now consolations wings doth reare my minde To shew his praise who sprang from Priams kinde Great Impe of kings heroicke Theodore Englands Augustus famous Prince of peace Great Treasurer of sacred Vertues store Eden of pleasure which didst all men please Comfort of Albion and they Countries ease From the foure golden Fountaines did arise Like vnto those that sprang from Paradise Oh that I had all wittes excelling witte To eternallize thy deeds immortall king My pen thy trophies should and tryumphes writte The triple lauor of this round should ring VVith thy great name which my great muse should sing But since that Nature did the same denie Accept my will aetheriall dietie Elizabeth O Princely perfect name Combinde with thee oh cheerfull cordiall knot No priuate quarell could white Albion fame VVith blood and rapine fierce dissention blot Fury it selfe within it self did rot Two parted Roses which so long did striue Grew on one stalke and both began to thriue From that faire stalke great Arthur first did rise Arthur who matcht with Castiles Katherine Childlesse he dide and death he did despise His body was intombde in gorgeous s●rine His soule ascended for it was diuine Henry then Prince and heire apparant was Henry which did all former Henries passe The snow-white Cliffes which Albion do confine Whose subiect sands are deckt with Margarites Clearer then is the clearest Christaline The towring waues which rule the narrow streights

admired more at perfect peace In thirteen battells Englands strength was tryde Gauntes issue striues with Clarence progenie Through euery place destructions steed did ryde Making debate and endles enmitie Twixt subiects loue and Princely soueraigntie The Lords conspire and at Saint Atbons meete Here 's Warwickes tent there Yorke doth man the streete Vnder the Castell Somerset is slaine Here Clsfford falls and there Northumberland Great Buckingham renewes the fight againe In vaine the Lion doth the Beare withstand Where Warwicke leades his all subduing band The Rose doth wither and the Daysie spring The Queene escapt but Warwicke hath the king O whither shall she fly whose ay de expect Who is encombred with a thousand woes VVhat peasant boore will princes griefes respect By flight she scapes the furie of her foes Thus to the North this Amazonian goes Griefe flies to those who are opprest with griefe Societie in woe is some reliefe VVhen Romes two Scipios fell two glorious starres In Andeluzia or illuding Spaine None durst but Scipio vndertake those warres Euen so when Clifford was for England slaine And Percies pride lay breathlesse on the plaine None durst the Ragged Staffe and Beare withstand But Cliffords sonne and great Northumberland The Trumpets wake the Champions to the field VVho rode in tryumph through Epaeons towne To VVestmerland and Margaret must yeeld VVhose vertues did deserue a golden Crowne His browes are circulizde with paper browne Themistocles doth yeeld to Xerxes might Yorke ouermatcht giues place to Heuries right Penthisilea bends her course to Troy Shewing the spoiles of Larisseas King And Henry like to Priam smiles with ioy Seeing his Queene such Tropheys home to bring And all the Phrigian Virgins Io sing Like vnto this or like a brauer wight Couragious Margret doth returne from sight Neuer discouragde Warwicks royall Peere Vnconstant Clarence constant Montacute Seeing the Southerne coast of Albion cleere Did Essex Suffolke Surrey resalute Norfolke doth Mowbray Captaine constitute Both Armies ioyne and to Saint Albons came They flye their foes where first they ouercame Mowbray to Suffolke Warwicke with the rest In haste poste haste to Cambrias borders flye New rising March doth rowse his spangled Crest And vnderstanding by a sallying spye His Fathers friends and fauourites were nigh With decent gesture doth them entertaine Imploring aide his right to reobtaine Warwicke who was the speaker for them all In modest sort as well became his age Not Duke of Yorke but doth him Soueraigne call A name so great doth vertue equipage Now each to other doth his honour gage Like Caesar now he ioynes with Anthony And like to him doth foster enmitie When Brutus hand had stabd great Caesars hart Octauius honour euery where did finde Antonius takes the stout Caesareans part But when reuenge had satisfide her minde Whome mariage chaste with friendship had combinde Ambition makes them striue for endlesse raigne And with their bloud to dye the crimson mayne So Edward and renowned Sarums sonne Ioyne to reuenge dead Richards iniury But when that Gaunts great issue was vndone Warwicke doth enuy Yorkes prosperitie And much disdaines his peerlsse Soueraigntie Witnesse when Edward durst not here abide And Barnet field where noble Warwicke dide Henries faire Queene great Neapolitane Blinded with masked fate vnconstant chance Did neuer feare her future fatall bane Like a sierce coult this Iennet proud did prance Smiling with ioy to see her smiling chance Harke how the Drumme doth summon to the field See how she takes her ill beseeming shield Stay Naples pride Sicilian Empresse stay Will France for euer showres of vengeance raigne Thy first approch presage this fatall day Fire flew from heauen and made our Turrets plaine When thy Armados cut the Ocean maine Had Caesar read that which the poore man gaue Egypt had neuer beene Antonins gratre Had but great Henry great in Maiestie Ioynd with that match which Bedford first did make He had not tasted base seruilitie But when his minion Suffolke did forsake That Nimph of ioy great heire to Arminake Then Yorkes depressed issue gan to rise An abiect Prince each Subiect will despise Clifford and Percy proppes of Henries state Seeing the Southerne Lords entend to fight Doth the fierce Tygers anger instigate Proposing arguments of Henries right How her decayd augmented Edwards might In Hampton first she did our woe begin Two Hamptons cannot end her endlesse sin Fury awakes the murthred Lions whelpe And like poore Hector his deceased sire Craues of his kinsemen their supporting helpe Their smotherd hate hath kindled murthers fire Which none can quench till they haue quencht desire Where Nemssis of late did murther end There she begins heroicke bloud to spend Like the worlds Monarch Yorkes apparant heire Ioynes with his Fathers friend great Neuils race They to Northampton with their troupes repaire VVhere Aniowes Tamiris with martiall grace Cliffords triumphant Armes did embrace Clifford whose name as Taibot did in France Made Warwicke feare his Colours to aduance Octauius now and chaste Octauias Bride Conspire the death of tyranizing Brute Clifford must fall in top of all his pride Who did by Armes great Muusters plea refute Doth pleade his cause but Warwicke gaines the suite A headlesse arrow piercst his armed throate Who in his youth did saile in Conquests boate If Homer liu'd and dwelt in Castalie And daily tasted of Parnassus Well Inspirde with furious sacred Poesie Yet would he not our Virgils worth excell Whose Paeans did these fierce massacres tell Delia is praisd with thy all-praysing hand No wonder for thou dweltst in Delos land Eight seuerall Battels shall escape my Muse Least pride it selfe should me esteeme as proud Let Maros quill that sacred path peruse Couer my temples with a sable cloud Cimerian wreathes my head of sorrow shrowd Giue me a brazen Pensill not a Pen Some drops of blood to portraiture these men The Field of Banbery NOw warre is mounted on rebellions Steede And discontent perswadeth willing Pride His crest to raise and wears an Iron weede Long smothred Enuy doth the Army guide Which made firme loue from true obedience slide 'T was that great Neuill made proud George rebell Whose haughty spirits Warwicke knew too well Warwicke that raisde the race of Mortimer Whose eyes did see too soone thy death saies so The downfall of immortall Lancaster 'T was he that did what could not Warwicke doo Make Kings and Queenes to loue and feare him too 'T was that great Peere who with one warlike hand Crown'd and vncrown'd two kings who rulde the land Thus while these Royall but disloyall Peeres Maugre reuenge to him that knew not feare Vnnumbred bands of men and swarmes appeares In North and South East West yea euery where They throw away their Coats and Corslets weare Wiues maides and Orphants eyes are stuft with teares And cannot see the Spades transform'd to Speares The Shepheards hooke is made a souldiers pike Whose weather-beaten hands must learne

Which do adumbrate sleepy rockes deceits Could not debarre his thoughts but he did goe To conquer France and Englands greatest foe Wolsey then liu'd high minded worthy Clarke VVhich did erect those glorious Towres of yore Learnings receptacle Religions parke Oh that some Eagle-mounting thought would so are To finish that which he began before Oh that some Prince for none but Princes can VVould perfect that that excellent worke of man The siluer Isis and the gliding Thame Whose billowes resalute the verdant strand Should warble Paans to his mightie name The leaden age is past which rulde the land Saturne is come and Saturne doth command VVhose hopes were dead rich students neuer feare Most rich in hope some will your turrets reare Nurse of ingenious spirits Athens praise Chiefe benefactor of what ere is mine O might I see some mightie Monarch raise Those halfe built walles and parted towres combine Then Christ might yet be iustly tearmed thine As Christ is best so should his houses bee And in perfection haue a sympathie Henries triumphant carkasse laid in graue Couered with gold in Caesars ancient towre Edward succeeds a Prince though yong yet graue The skye which whilome smilde begins to lowre And showres of sorrow on the land to powre He endes his life before it scarce began What is more short then shortest life of man When nature fram'd this Prince oh goodly creature Compos'd of pure and elementall fire Turnd in a heauenly mowld diuinest feature She saw her selfe deceiu'd and wroth with ire When life began his end she did desire What enuie so could thee proud Nature sting Nothing should make and marre the selfe same thing The Gods did enuie mans felicitie And therfore did to Nature condescend That this yong King great King of Maiestie In sixteene yeares his vitall course should spend His life hath end and all our ioyes haue end Nature doth hasten to the house of death And shee consents to steale away his breath Now Spayne and England ioynes that peace I loue That concord doth augment the common state Pray God it doth both firme and faithfull proue But for to match with Spayne oh cruell fate Could Mary so her countrey ruinate Guiltlesse shee was but those that made the match Vnder their wings did egges of Serpents hatch Oh now me thinkes I could in dismall blacke Shadow my lookes and neuer wish the light Writing red lines of blood more blacke then blacke The massacres of mans amazing sight After these duskie clouds comes elearest light Mary is dead Elizabeth doth raigne Her conscience cleare no corasiue could staine The losse of Elizabeth FAire Virgin Empresse royall Princely maide Sprung from the Damaske Rose the Roses bud T is true as truth it selfe which men haue saide The end is best though all the meanes be good She was the last and best of Henries blood Henry did well in all excell in this In getting of this Maide our greatest blisse He vanquisht Bolleine and strong Turnus towne And rode in tryumph through the English Pale Placing the Diademe of France that regall Crowne Vpon his sisters temples and withall Made the twelue Peeres to feare their finall fall But what of these if Bullain had not bin We all had liu'd for aye in endles sin Astronomers did dreame and fondly saide That twelue designed signes did rule a Spheare Virgo did guide the earth oh heauenly Maide But now sky-teachers wise men neuer feare To say she is in heauen for sure shee s there Oh she is gone with her our pleasures fled They liu'd in her they dide when she was dead Bright Gem of honor Albions glorious starre The Cynosure of Englands Hemispheare Princessse of peace Cytherian queene of warre Rides through the cloudes on her caelestiall beare Conquering deathes Ebon dart and sharpest speare Fathers of peace put on triumphant weedes A gratious King a gratious Queene succeedes Reasons first founder Natures eldest sonne The Stoikes prince did also erre in this Repugnant natures neuer raigne in one Perfect my griefe more perfect is my blis I smile with ioy yet teares my cheekes do kisse A present salue hath cured a pensiue sore Britaine is now what Britaine was of yore The wandring Brute who sprang from Priams kinde Though artlesse men with their malignant muse Still bearing burning enuie in their minde Britaines first Monarch warlike Brute abuse Of all the Northern world this Isle did chuse With fire and sword he did obtaine his sute With peace and ioy we chuse a second Brute Peace valure learning science hee did bring Thou feare of God whom thou doest onely feare Imperiall Monarche truth and concordes King No champion then did weild his fruitlesse speare No chaine did tye the milde vntamed Beare Saturne then liued no Sinon did amisse All men were free no slaue by Nature is Oh sacred age and blessed times of yore When iust Astraea rul'd this circled plaine Then each man liu'd alike and liu'd withstore No Persian blood did Salamina stayne No Vandals Rome nor Romane gouernd Spayne No Cannas chaunce did cause Saturnia mourne No sencelesse Nero wisht new Troy to burne No Manlius sought a Diademe to gaine No iust Papirius sude for Fabius bloud Claudius as then did not Virginia stayne No Consulls fell at Alias flaming flood Red Charea was not dewde with Fabys blood Albans and Romanes knew no single sight Saffetius did not yeeld to Martius might The vnspotted spowse of martiall Collatine Did not consent to Sextus lawlesse lust Each virgin was ybound with Vestas line Camillus needed not the Ardeans trust Nor Sceuola his hand in flames to thrust But see oh see how age doth follow age VVorse after worse as Actors on a stage Thrice happy Britaine strong vnited Ile Disioynted was by her first monarches fall Then Albanact was slaine by Humbers guile Caesar then conquer'd it who conquered all Hunes Pictes and Danes tryumph't in Britaines fal Vaile sorrowes roabes Ioues father comes againe The golden age begins with Iacobs raigne The Lords great Stuart Albions mightie King Our second Brute like to the morning starre To Englands Court doth light of comfort bring Now Concords boult doth Ianus temple barre Binding in chaines the sternest god of warre Vertue and valour triumph euermore Augustus liues adornd with Crassus store TO THE MAIESTIE OF King Iames Monarch of all Britayne ALl haile great Monarch of the greatest Ile The Northerne worlds vnited lawfull King Pardon my rudest reede vndecent stile Though I want Skill in thy new Empires spring Yet doe I loue and will thy prayses sing Me thinkes I do on Clarps Kingdome stand No maruaile for Apollo rules the land On true obedience knee I pardon aske Of thy diuine heroicke Maiestie It was thy merites great impos'd this taske On my weake pen badge of infirmitie Too weake indeede to prayse thy excellency Each Cherrils muse doth now salute thy grace Shall I alone be mute and hide my face Mar● extold Augustus peacefull daies