King To whome he said O Author of my Breath Soule to my life and essence to my Soule Why grieue you so that should al griefe coÌ„troule Death's sweet to me that you are stil lifes creature I now haue finisht the great worke of Nature I see you pay a perfect Fathers debt And in a feastfull Peace your Empire kept If your true Sonnes last words haue any right In your most righteous Bosome doe not fright your hearkning kingdoms to your cariage now All yours in mee I here resigne to you My youth I pray to God with my last powres Substract from me may adde to you and yours Thus vanisht he thus swift thus instantly Ah now I see euen heauenly powres must dye The sorrowes and bemones of the King Queene Prince and his most Princely Sister for the Princes death Now shift the King and Queene from court to court but no way can shift off their cares resort That which we hate the more vve flie pursues that which we loue the more we seek eschewes Now weepes his Princely Brother Novv alas His Cynthian Sister our sole earthly Grace Like Hebes fount still ouerflowes her bounds And in her colde lips stick astonisht sounds Sh'oppresseth her sweet kinde In her soft brest Care can no vent finde it is so comprest And see hovv the Promethean Liuer growes The funerall described As vulture Griefe deuoures it see fresh showes Reuiue woes sence and multiply her soule And worthely for vvho would teares controle On such a springing ground T is dearely fit To pay all tribute Thought can poure on it For vvhy vvere Funerals first vs'd but for these Presag'd and cast in their Natiuities The streames were checkt a while so Torrents staid Enrage the more but are left free allaid Now our grim waues march altogether Now Our blacke seas runne so high they ouerflow the clouds they nourish now the gloomy herse Puts out the Sunne Reuiue reuiue dead vierse death hath slain death there ther the person lies VVhose death should buy out all mortalities But let the world be now a heape of death Lifes ioy lyes dead in him and challengeth No lesse a reason If all motion stoode Benumb'd and stupified with his frozen blood And like a Tombe-stone fixt lay all the seas There were fit pillers for our Hercules To bound the world with Men had better dye Then out-liue free times slaues to Policie On on sad Traine as from a crannid rocke Bee-swarmes rob'd of their honey ceasles flock Mourne mourne dissected now his cold lims lie Ah knit so late vvith flame and Maiestie where 's now his gracious smile his sparkling eie His Iudgement Valour Magnanimitie O God what doth not one short hour snatch vp Of all mâ—ns â—losse still ouer-flowes the cup Of his burst cares put with no nerues together And lighter then the shadow of a feather On make earth pomp as frequent as ye câ—â— 'T will still leaue black the fairest â—â—ower of man Yee vvell may lay all cost on miserie T is all can boast the proud'st humanitie If yong Marcellus had to grace his fall Sixe hundred Herses at his Funerall Sylla sixe thousand lâ—t Prince Henry haue Sixe Millions bring him to his greedy graue And now the States of earth thus mourn below Behold in Heauen Loue with his broken Bow his quiuer downwards turn'd his brands put out Hanging his wings with sighes all black about Nor lesse our losse his Mothers heart infests Her melting palmes beating her snowy brests As much confus'd as when the Calidon Bore The thigh of her diuine Adonis tore Her vowes all vaine resolâ—'d to blesse his yeeres VVith Issue Royall and exempt from freres Who now dyed fruitlesse and preuented then The blest of women of the best of men Mourne all ye Arts ye are not of the earth Fall fall with him rise with his second birth FINIS
Trumpets Lancaster Herauld A Banner of England France and Ireland quartered with Wales borne by the Viscount Lisle A Horse led by Sir William VVebb Knight couered with blacke cloath cloath his Cheiffron and Plumes Earles yonger sonnes Viscounts eldest sonnes Barons of Scotland Barons of England viz. Lord Kneuit Lord Candish Lord Arundell of VVardor Lord Carewe Lord Stanhop Lord Denny Lord Spencer Lord Garrard Lord Danvers Lord Harington Lord Peters Lord Russell Lord VVotton Lord Knowles Lord Norris Lord Campton Lord Hunsden Lord Chandos Lord Northe Lord Darcy of Chich. Lord Sheffeild Lord Rich. Lord VVharton Lord Evers Lord VVentworth Lord VVindesor Lord Mounteagle Lord Dudley Lord Stafford Lord Dacres Lord Morley Lord Laware Bishops 5. The Bishop of Rochester The Bishop of Couentry and Lichfield The Bishop of Ely The Bishop of Oxford The Bishop of London The Earle of Excester The Prince his Chamberlayne Sir Thomas Chaloner alone bearing his white staffe The Lord Chancellor and Count Henricke The Archbishop of Canterbury Preacher The great Embrodered Banner of the Vnion borne by the Earles of Montgomery and Argyle A Horse led called Le Cheual de deul couered with blacke Veluet and ledde by a chiefe Quirry Monsieur Sant Antoin The Prince his Hachments of HONOVR caried by Officers of Armes viz. The Spurres by Windsor The Gauntlets by Somerset The Helme and Crest by Richmond The Targe by Yorke The Sword by Norroy King of Armes The Coat by Clarencieux King of Armes Three Gentlemen Vshers to the Prince bearing their wands The Corps of the Prince lying in an open Chariot with the Princes representation thereon inuested with his Robes of estate of Purple Veluet furred with Ermines his Highnesse Cap and Coronet on his head and his Rod of Gould in his hand and at his feet within the said Chariot sat Sir Dauid Murrey the Master of his Wardrobe The Chariot was couered with blacke Veluet set with Plumes of blacke feathers and drawne by sixe Horses couered and Armed with Scuchions hauing their Cheiffrons and Plumes A Canopy of blacke Veluet borne ouer the representation by sixe Baronets Tenne Bannerols borne about the body by ten Baronets Sir Moyle Finch Sir Thomas Mounson Sir Iohn Wentworth Sir Henry Sauile Sir Thomas Brewdnell Sir Anthony Cope Sir George Gresley Sir Robert Cotten Sir Lewis Tresham Sir Phillip Tiruit Foure Assistants to the Corps that bore vp the corners of the Pall. viz. 1 The Lord Zouch 2 The Lord Abergaueny 3 The Lord Burghley 4 The Lord Walden William Seger Garter Principall King of Armes betweene the Gentleman-Viher of Prince Charles and the Gentleman-Vsher of the Prince Palatine Prince CHARLES chiefe Mourner supported by the Lord Priuy-Seale and the Duke of Lenox His Highnesse Traine was borne by the Lord Dawbney Brother to the Duke of Lenox Then followed the Prince Elector FREDERICK Count Palatine of the Rhâ—in His Highnesse Traine was borne by Mounsieur Shamburgh Twelue Earles Assistants to the chiefe Mourner viz. Earle of Nottingham Earle of Shrewsbury Earle of Rutland Earle of Southampton Earle of Hartford Earle of Dorset Earle of Suffolke Earle of Worcester Earle of Sussex Earle of Pembroke Earle of Essex Earle of 〈◊〉 Earles strangers attendants on Count Palatine Count VVigensten Count Lewis de Nassau Count Leuingsten Count Hodenlo Count Ringraue Count Erback Count Nassaw Scarburg Count Le Hanow Iunior Pages Count Isâ—bersh Count â—olmes Count Zerottin The Horse of Estate led by Sir Robert Dowglas Maister of the Princes Horse The Palzgreaues Priuy-Counsellors viz. The Count of Solmes Mounsieur Shouburgh Mounsieur de Pleshau Mounsieur Helmestedt Mouns Shouburgh Iunior Mouns Landshat Officers and Groomes of Prince Henries stable The Guard The Knight Marshall and twenty seruants that kept order in the proceeding Diuers Knights and Gentlemen the Kings seruants that came in voluntary in blacks So that the whole number amounted to 2000. or thereabout FINIS AN EPICEDE OR Funerall Song On the most disastrous Death of the High-borne Prince of Men HENRY Prince of WALES c. With The Funeralls and Representation of the Herse of the same High and mighty Prince Prince of Wales Duke of Cornewaile and Rothsay Count Palatine of Chester Earle of Carick and late Knight of the most Noble Order of the GARTER Which Noble Prince deceased at St. James the sixt day of Nouember 1612. and was most Princely interred the seuenth day of December following within the Abbey of Westminster in the Eighteenth yeere of his Age. LONDON Printed by T. S. for Iohn Budge and are to bee sould at his shop at the great south dore of Paules and at Brittanes Bursse 161â— TO MY AFFECTIONATE AND TRVE Friend Mr. Henry Jones My truest Friend THE most vnualuable and dismaifull hope of my most deare and Heroicall Patrone Prince HENRY hath so stricken all my spirits to the earth that I will neuer more dare to looke vp to any greatnesse but resoluing the little rest of my poore life to obscuritie and the shadow of his death prepare euer hereafter for the light of heauen So absolute constant and noble your loue hath beene to mee that if I should not as effectually by all my best expressions acknowledge it I could neither satisfie mine owne affection nor deserue yours Accept therefore as freely as I acknowledge this vnprofitable signe of my loue till God blessing my future labours I may adde a full end to whatsoeuer is begunne in your assurance of my requitall A little blest makes a great feast my best friend and therefore despaire not but that out of that little our loues alwayes made euen may make you say you 〈◊〉 rather beene happy in your kindnesse then in the least degree hurt There may fauours passe betwixt poore friends which euen the richest and greatest may enuy And GOD that yet neuer let me liue I know will neuer let me die an empaire to any friend If any good more then requitall succeede it is all yours as freely as euer yours was mine in which noble freedome and alacritie of doing you haue thrice done all I acknowledge And thus knowing I giue you little contentment in this so farre vnexpected publication of my gratitude I rest satisfied with the ingenuous discharge of mine owne office Your extraordinary and noble loue and sorrow borne to our most sweet PRINCE entitles you worthily to this Dedication which with my generall Loue vnfainedly protested to your whole Name and Family I conclude you as desertfull of at my hands as our Noblest Earle and so euer remaine Your most true poore Friend GEO CHAPMAN AN EPICED OR Funerall Song On the most disastrous Death of the High-borne Prince of Men HENRY Prince of WALES c. IF euer aduerse Influence enui'd The glory of our Lands or tooke a pride To trample on our height or in the Eye Strooke all the pomp of Principalitie Now it hath done so Oh if euer Heauen Made with the earth his angry reckening euen Now it hath done so Euer euer be Admir'd
The parting of the Princes Seruants How left to this the mournfull Familie Muffled in black clouds full of teares are driuen With stormes about the relickes of this Heauen Retiring from the world like Corses herst Home to their graues a hundred waies disperst O that this court-schoole this Olimpus meerly The Princes house an Olimpus where all contention of vertues were practised VVhere two-fold Man was practisde should so early Dissolue the celebration purpos'd there Of all Heroique parts when farre and neere All were resolu'd t' admire None to contend VVhen in the place of all one wretched end VVill take vp all endeauours Harpye Gaine Pandare to Gote Ambition goulden Chaine Non Homeri Aurea Restis To true mans freedome not from heau'n let fal To draw men vp But shot from Hell to hale All men as bondslaues to his Turckish den For Toades and Adders far more fit then men His house had well his surname from a Saint Saint Iames his house All things so sacred did so liuely paint Their pious figures in it And as well His other house did in his Name fore-tell Richmond what it should harbour a rich world of parts Bonfire-like kindling the still-feasted Arts which now on bridles bite and puft Contempt Spurres to Despaire from all fit foode exempt O what a frame of Good in all hopes rais'd Came tumbling downe with him as when was seisde By Grecian furie famous Jlion VVhose fall still rings out his Confusion VVhat Triumphs scatterd at his feete lye smoking Banquets that will not downe their cherers choking Fields fought and hidden now with future slaughter Furies sit frowning where late fat sweet laughter The actiue lying maim'd the healthfull crasde All round about his Herse And how amaz'd The change of things stands how astonishtioy VVonders he euer was yet euery Toy Quits this graue losse Rainbowes no sooner taint Thinne dewye vapors which oppos'd beames paint Round in an instant at which children stare And slight the Sunne that makes them circular And so disparent then mere gawds peirce men Slighting the graue like fooles and children So courtly nere plagues sooth and stupefie And vvith such paine men leaue selfe flatterie Of vvhich to see him free who stood no lesse The Prince not to be wrought on by flattery Then a full siege of such who can expresse His most direct infusion from aboue Farre from the humorous seede of mortal loue He knew that Iustice simply vsd vvas best His knowledge and wisdome Made princes most secure most lou'd most blest No Artezan No Scholler could pretend No Statesman No Diuine for his owne end Anything to him but he vvould descend The depth of any right belong'd to it Where they could merit or himselfe should quit He would not trust with what himselfe concern'd Any in any kinde but euer learn'd The grounds of what he built on Nothing lies Any man is capable of his ovvn fit course and office in any thing In mans fit course that his own knowledge flies Eyther direct or circumstantiall O what are Princes then that neuer call Their actions to account but flatterers trust To make their triall if vniust or iust Flatterers are houshold theeues traitors by law Apostrophe Men grovv so vgly by trusting flattery vvith their informations that vvhen they see themselues truely by casting their eyes invvard they cast themselues avvay vvith their ovvne lothing that rob kings honors their soules-bloud draw Diseases that keep nourishment from their food And as to know himselfe is mans chiefe good So that vvhich intercepts that supreame skill which Flattery is is the supreamest ill VVhose lookes will breede the Basilisk in kings eyes That by reflexion of his sight dyes * Simb◠And as a Nurse lab'ring a vvayward Childe Day and night watching it like an offspring wilde Talkes infinitely idly to it still Sings with a standing throate to worse from ill Lord-blesses it beares with his pewks and cryes And to giue it a long lifes miseries Sweetens his food rocks kisses sings againe Plyes it with rattles and all obiects vaine So Flatterers with as seruile childish things Obserue sooth the waiward moods of kings So kings that flatterers loue had neede to haue as nurse-like councellors contemn the graue Themselues as wayward and as noisome too Full as vntuneable in all they doe As poore sicke Infants euer breeding Teeth In all their humours that be worse then Death How wise then was our Prince that hated these and wold with nought but truth his humor plese Nor would hee giue a place but where hee saw One that could vse it and become a Law Both to his fortunes and his Princes Honor. Who wold giue fortune noght she took vpon her Not giue but to desert nor take a chance That might not iustly his vvisht ends aduance His Good he ioyn'd with Equitie and Truth VVisedome in yeeres crown'd his ripe head in youth His heart wore all the folds of Policie Yet went as naked as Simplicitie Knew good and ill but onely good did loue In him the Serpent did embrace the Doue Hee was not curious to sound all the streame Of others acts yet kept his owne from them He whose most darke deeds dare not stand the light Begot was of imposture and the night VVho surer then a Man doth ends secure Eyther a God is or a Diuell sure The President of men whom as men can All men should imitate was God and Man In these eleere deepes our Prince fish't troubl'd streams of bloud vantage challenge diadems In summe knot-like hee was together put That no man could dissolue and so was cut But we shal see our foule-mouth'd factions spite Markt witch-like with one blacke eie th' other Ope oppose against this spotlesse sun white Such he auen strike blinder thē th' eclipsed moon Twixt whom and noblesse or humanities truth As much dull earth lies and as little ruth Should all things sacred perish as there lyes Twixt Phaebe and the Light-fount of the skies In her most darke delinquence vermine right That prey in darknesse and abhorre the light Liue by the spoile of vertue are not well But when they heare news frō their father hell Of some blacke mischiefe neuer do good deed But where it does much harme or hath no need What shall become of vertues far-short traine when thou their head art reacht high Prince of men O that thy life could haue disperst deaths stormes To giue faire act to those Heroique formes with which al good rules had enricht thy mind Preparing for affayres of euery kinde Peace being but a pause to brearhe fierce warre No warrant dormant to neglect his Starre The licence sence hath is t' informe the soule Not to suppresse her and our lusts extoll This life in all things to enioy the next Of which lawes thy youth both contain'd the text And the contents ah that thy grey-ripe yeeres Had made of all
all present State Nor dreams what Fortune is or future Fate At whome with fingers and with fixed eyes All Kingdomes Point and Looke and Sacrifice Could be content to giue him Templâ—s rayse To his Expectance and Vnbounded Praise His Now-rip Sâ—irits and Valor doth deâ—pise Sicknesse and Sword that giue our Godheads Prise His worth contracts the worlds in his sole Hope Religion Vertue Conquest haue no scope But his Indowments At him at him flie More swift and timelesse more the Deitie His Sommer Winter with the jellid flakes His pure Life poyson sting out with thy Snakes This is a worke will Fame thy Maidenhead Râ—am durst noloÌ„ger indure her beeing stirred into furie With this her speach and she together fledde Nor durst she more endure her dreadfull eyes Who stung with goads her roaring Lyons thyes And brandisht round about her Snak-curld head blew With her left hand the Torch it managed The starry Euening describ'd by Vâ—lcans setting to worke at that time The Night being ever chieâ—esly couâ—ecrate to the Works of the Gods and out of this Deities fires the Starres are supposd to flye as sparkles of them And now Heavens Smith kindl'd his Forge And through the round Pole thick the sparkls flew When great Prince Henrie the delight of fame Darkn'd the Pallace of his Fathers Name And hid his white lyms in his downie Bed Then Heaven wept falling Stars that summoned With soft and silent Motion sleepe to breath On his bright Temples th' Ominous forme of death Which now the cruel Goddes did permit That she might enter so her Mayden fit When the good Angell his kind Guardian Her withet'd foot saw neare this spring of Man He shrik't and said what what are thy rude ends The good Angell of the Prâ—uce to the Fever as shee approachâ— Cannot in him alone all vertues friends Melted into his all-vpholding Nerus For whose Assistance euery Deity serues Mooue thee to proue thy Godhead blesâ—ing him With long long life whose light extinckt wil dim All heavenly graces all this moou'd her nought But on in his all our rujnes wrought She toucht the Thresholds and the thresholds shooke The dore-posts Palenes pierst with her faint look The dores brake open and the fatall Bed Rudely sh'aproacht thus her fell mouth said Henrie why tak'st thou thus thy rest secure Feuer to the prince who is thougght by â— friend of mine to speake too mildly not being satis compos mâ—tis Pâ—rtuâ— in this Her counsell or perswasioÌ„ shewing onlie how the Prince was perswaded resolu'd in his deadlyest sufferaÌ„ce of her which shee is made to speake in spight of her selfe since he at her worst was so sacredly resoluâ—e Nought doubting what Fortune fates assure Thou neuer yet felt'st my red right hands maims That I co thee and fate to me proclaimes Thy faâ—e stands jdle spinns no more thy thread Die thou must great Prince sigh not beare thy head In all things free even with necessity If sweet it be to liue t is sweet to dye This said shee shooke at him her Torch and cast A fire in him that all his breast embrac't Then darting through his heart a deadly cold And as much venome as his vaines could holdj Death Death O Death inserting thrusting in Shut his faire eyes and op't our vglie sinne This seene resolu'd on by her selfe and fate Was there a sight so pale and desperate Euer before seene in a thrust-through State The poore Verginian miserable sayâ—e DescriptioÌ„ of the tempest â—â—at cast Sir â—â—b Caâ—es on the Bâ—â—muda the stâ—te of his Ship and Men to this Kingdomes Plight applyed in the Princes death A long-long-Night-turnd-Day that liu'd in Hell Neuer so portrayd where the Billowes stroue Blackt like so many Devils which should proue The damned Victor all their furies heighting Their Drum the thunder their Colours lightning Both souldiers in the battel one conteÌ„ding To drown the waues in Noyse the other speÌ„ding His Hel-hot sulphurous flames to drink theÌ„ dry When heaven was lost when not a teare wrackt eye Could tell in all that dead time if they were Sincking or sayling till a quickning cleere Gaue light to saue them by the ruth of Rocks At the Bermudas where the tearing shocks And all the Miseries before more felt Then here halfe told All All this did not melt Those desperate few still dying more in teares Then this Death all men to the Marrow weares All that are Men the rest those drudging Beasts That onely beare of Men the Coates and Crests And for their Slaue sick that can earne theÌ„ pence More mourne O Monsters theÌ„ for such a Prince Whose soules do ebbe flow still with their gain WhoÌ„ nothing moues but peâ—f their own pain Let such great Heauen be onely borne to beare All that can follow this meere Massacre Lost is our poore Prince all his sad jndureâ—s The busie Art of those that should be Curers The sacred vowes made by the zealous King His God-like Syre his often visiting Nor thy graue prayers and presence holy Man The Archbishop of Câ—◠〈◊〉 passing pyous in care of the Princâ— S. E de Pâ—â—l lâ—ps Master of the Rols and the Princes Chanceloâ— a chiese sorrower for hâ—m This Realme thrice Reverend Metropolitan That was the worthy Father to his soule Th'jnsulting Feuer could one fit controule Nor let me here forget on farre and neare And in his lifes loue Passing deepe and deare That doth his sacred Memorie adore Virtues true favtor his graue Chancellor Whose worth in all workes should a Place enioie Where his fit Fame â—er Trumpet shall jmploie Whose Cares and Prayers were euer vsde to ease His feuâ—rous Warre send him health full peace Yet sicke our Prince is still who though the steps Of bitter Death he saw bring in by heaps Clouds to his Luster and poore rest of light And felt his last Day suffering lasting Night His true-bred-braue soule shrunck yet at no part Downe kept he all sighs with his powers al-Hart The prince heroical his bearing his sicknes at the Kings comming to see him careful not to discomfort him The Twelfth day after 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to â—ee â—â—cke his sicknes was held 〈◊〉 Cler'd euen his dying browes and in an Eye Manly dissembling hid his Misery And all to spare the Royall heat so spent In his sad Father fearefull of th' event And now did Phoebus with his Twelfth Lampe show The world his haples light and in his Brow A Torch of Pitch stuck lighting halfe t'half skies When life 's last error prest the broken eyes Of this heart-breaking Prince his forc't look fled Fled was all Colour from his cheekes yet fed His spirit his sight with dying now he cast On his kind King and Father on whome fast He fixt his fading beames and with his view A little did their empty Orbs renew His Mind saw him come froÌ„ the deeps of Death The prince dying to â—he