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A20849	The second part, or a continuance of Poly-Olbion from the eighteenth song Containing all the tracts, riuers, mountaines, and forrests: intermixed with the most remarkable stories, antiquities, wonders, rarities, pleasures, and commodities of the east, and northerne parts of this isle, lying betwixt the two famous riuers of Thames, and Tweed. By Michael Drayton, Esq.; Poly-Olbion. Part 2	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1622 (1622)	STC 7229; ESTC S121634	140,318	213

proud aray tow'rds London march along Which when King Edward saw the world began to side With Warwicke till himselfe he might of power prouide To noble Pembroke sends those Rebels to withstand Six thousand valiant We sh who mustring out of hand By Richard 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 his brother them doth bring And for their greater strength appointed by the King Th'Lord Stafford of his house of Powick named then Eight hundred Archers brought the most selected men The Marches could make out these hauing Seuerne crost And vp to Cotswould clome they heard the Northern host Being at Northampton then it selfe tow'rds Warwicke wayd When with a speedy march the Harberts that forlayd Their passage charg'd their Reare with neere two thousand horse That the Lancastrian part suipecting all their force Had followed them againe their armie bring about Both with such speed and skill that 〈◊〉 the Welsh got out By hauing charg'd too farre some of their Vaward lost Beat to their 〈◊〉 backe thus as these Legions coast On Danemore they are met indifferent for this warre Whereas three easie hils that stand Trianguler Small Edgcoat ouerlooke on that vpon the West The Welsh encampe themselues the Northerne them possest Of that vpon the South whilst by warres strange euent Yong Neuill who would braue the Harberts in their Tent Leading a troupe of Youth vpon that fatall plaine Was taken by the VVelsh and miserably slaine Of whose vntimely death his friends the next day tooke A terrible reuenge when Stafford there forsooke The army of the Welsh and with his Archers bad Them fight that would for him for that proud Pembroke had Displac'd him of his Inne in Banbury where he His Paramore had lodg'd where since he might not be He back ward shapes his course and leaues the Harberts there T' abide the brunt of all with outcries euery where The clamorous Drummes Fifes to the rough charge do sound Together horse and man come tumbling to the ground Then limbs like boughs were lop'd from shoulders armes doe flie They fight as none could scape yet scape as none could die The ruffling Northern Lads and the stout Welshmen tri'd it Then Head-pieces hold out or braines must sore abide it The Northern men Saint George for Lancaster doe crie A Pembroke for the King the lustie VVelsh replie When many a gallant youth doth desperatly assay To doe some thing that might be worthy of the day Where Richard Harbert beares into the Northern prease And with his Poleaxe makes his way with such successe That breaking through the Rankes he their maine Battell past And quit it so againe that many stood aghast That from the higher ground beheld him wade the crowd As often ye behold in tempests rough and proud O'rtaken with a storme some Shell or little Crea Hard labouring for the land on the high-working Sea Seemes now as swallowed vp then floating light and free O' th top of some high waue then thinke that you it see Quite sunke beneath that waste of waters yet doth cleere The Maine and safely gets some Creeke or Harbor neere So Harbert cleer'd their Host but see th' euent of warre Some Spialls on the hill discerned had from farre Another Armie come to ayd the Northerne side When they which Claphams craft so quickly not espide Who with fiue hundred men about Northampton raisd All discontented spirits with Edwards rule displeasd Displaying in the field great 〈◊〉 dreaded Beare The Welsh who thought the Earle in person had been there Leading a greater power disheartened turne the backe Before the Northerne host that quickly goe to wracke Fiue thousand valiant VVelsh are in chase o'rthrowne Which but an houre before had thought the day their owne Their Leaders in the flight the high-borne Harberts t'ane At Banbury must pay for Henry Neuill slaine Now Stamford in due course the Muse doth come to tell Of thine owne named field what in the fight befell Betwixt braue youthfull Wells from Lincolnshire that led Neere twentie thousand men tow'rd London making head Against the Yorkists power great VVarwicke to abet Who with a puisant force prepared forth to set To ioyne with him in Armes and ioyntly take their chance And Edward with his friends who likewise doe aduance His forces to refell that desperate daring foe Who for he durst himselfe in open Armes to show Nor at his dread command them downe againe would lay His father the Lord Wells who he suppos'd might sway His so outragious sonne with his lou'd law-made brother Sir Thomas Dymock thought too much to rule the other He strangely did to die which so incens'd the spleene Of this couragious youth that he to wreake his teene Vpon the cruell King doth euery way excite Him to an equall field that com'n where they might smite The Battell on this plaine it chanc'd their Armies met They rang'd their seuerall fights which once in order set The loudly-brawling Drummes which seemed to haue feard The trembling ayre at first soone after were not heard For out-cries shreekes and showts whilst noyse doth noyse confound No accents touch the eare but such as death doe sound In thirsting for reuenge whilst fury them doth guide As slaughter seemes by turnes to sease on either side The Southerne expert were in all to warre belong And exercise their skill the Marchmen stout and strong Which to the Battell sticke and if they make retreat Yet comming on againe the foe they backe doe beat And Wels for Warwicke crie and for the rightfull Crowne The other call a Yorke to beat the Rebels downe The worst that warre could doe on either side she showes Or by the force of Bils or by the strength of Bowes But still by fresh supplies the Yorkists power encrease And Wels who sees his troups so ouerborne with prease By hazarding too farre into the boystrous throng Incouraging his men the aduerse troupes among With many a mortall wound his wearied breath expir'd Which sooner knowne to his then his first hopes desir'd Ten thousand on the earth before them lying slaine No hope left to repaire their ruin'd state againe Cast off their Countries coats to hast their speed away Of them which Loose-coat field is cald euen to this day Since needsly I must sticke vpon my former text The bloody Battell fought at Barnet followeth next Twixt Edward who before he setled was to raigne By VVarwicke hence expuls'd but here ariu'd againe From Burgundy brought in munition men and pay And all things fit for warre expecting yet a day Whose brother * George came in with VVarwicke that had stood Whom nature wrought at length t' adhere to his owne blood His brother Richard Duke of Gloster and his friend Lord Hastings who to him their vtmost powers extend And VVarwick whose great heart so mortall hatred bore To Edward that by all the Sacraments he swore Not to lay downe his Armes vntill his sword had rac'd That proud King from his Seat that so had him disgrac'd

Warwicke in that warre who set them all at worke And Falkonbridge with him not much vnlike the other A Neuill nobly borne his puisant fathers brother Who to the Yorkists claime had euermore been true And valiant Bourcher Earle of Essex and of Eau. The King from out the towne who drew his Foot and Horse As willingly to giue full field-roomth to his Force Doth passe the Riuer Nen neere where it downe doth runne From his first fountaines head is neere to Harsington Aduised of a place by Nature strongly wrought Doth there encampe his power the Earle of March who sought To prooue by dint of sword who should obtaine the day From Tawcester traynd on his powers in good aray The Vaward Warwicke led whom no attempt could feare The Middle March himselfe and Falkonbridge the Reare Now Iuly entred was and ere the restlesse Sunne Three houres ascent had got the dreadfull fight begun By Warwicke who a straight from Vicount Beaumont tooke Defeating him at first by which hee quickly brooke In on th' Emperiall host which with a furious charge He forc'd vpon the field it selfe more to enlarge Now English Bowes and Bills and Battle-axes walke Death vp and downe the field in gastly sort doth stalke March in the flower of Youth like Mars himselfe doth beare But Warwicke as the man whom Fortune seem'd to feare Did for him what he would that wheresoere he goes Downe like a furious storme before him all he throwes So Shrewsbury againe of Talbots valiant straine That fatall Scourge of France as stoutly doth maintaine The party of the King so princely Somerset Whom th' others knightly deeds more eagerly doth whet Beares vp with them againe by Somerset opposd At last King Henries host being on three parts enclosd Aud ayds still comming in vpon the Yorkists side The Summer being then at height of all her pride The Husbandman then hard vpon his Haruest was But yet the cocks of Hay nor swaths of new-shorne grasse Strew'd not the Meads so thick as mangled bodies there When nothing could be seene but horror euery where So that vpon the bancks and in the streame of * Nen Ten thousand well resolu'd stout natiue English men Left breathlesse with the rest great Buckingham is slaine And Shrewsbury whose losse those times did much complaine Egremont and Beaumont both found dead vpon the Field The miserable King inforc'd againe to yeeld Then VVakefield Battell next we in our Bedroule bring Fought by Prince Edward sonne to that oft-conquered King And Richard Duke of Yorke still strugling for the Crowne Whom Salsbury assists the man with whose renowne The mouth of Fame seem'd fild there hauing with them then Some few selected Welsh and Southerne Gentlemen A handfull to those powers with which Prince Edward came Of which amongst the rest the men of noblest name Were those two great-borne Dukes which still his right preferre His cosen Somerset and princely Excester The Earle of Wiltshire still that on his part stucke close With those two valiant Peeres Lord Clifford and Lord Rosse Who made their March from Yorke to VVakefield on their way To meet the Duke who then at Sandall Castle lay Whom at his very gate into the Field they dar'd Whose long expected powers not fully then prepar'd That March his valiant sonne should to his succours bring Wherefore that puissant Lord by speedy mustring His Tenants and such friends as he that time could get Fiue thousand in fiue dayes in his Battalion set Gainst their twice doubled strength nor could the Duke be stayd Till he might from the South be seconded with ayd As in his martiall pride disdaining his poore foes So often vs'd to winne he neuer thought to lose The Prince which still prouok'd th' incensed Duke to fight His maine Battalion rang'd in Sandals loftie sight In which he and the Dukes were seene in all their pride And as Yorkes powers should passe he had on either side Two wings in ambush laid which at the place assign'd His Rereward should inclose which as a thing diuin'd Iust caught as he forecast for scarse his armie comes From the descending banks and that his ratling Drummes Excites his men to charge but Wiltshire with his force Which were of light-arm'd Foot and Rosse with his light Horse Came in vpon their backes as from a mountaine throwne In number to the Dukes by being foure to one Euen as a Rout of wolues when they by chance haue caught A Beast out of the Heard which long time they haue sought Vpon him all at once couragiously doe set Him by the Dewlaps some some by the flanke doe get Some climbing to his eares doe neuer leaue their hold Till falling on the ground they haue him as they would With many of his kind which when he vs'd to wend VVhat with their hornes hoofes could then themselues defend Thus on their foes they fell and downe the Yorkists fall Red Slaughter in her armes encompasseth them all The first of all the fights in this vnnaturall warre In which blind Fortune smild on wofull Lancaster Heere Richard Duke of Yorke downe beaten breath'd his last And Salsbury so long with conquest still that past Inforced was to yeeld Rutland a younger sonne To the deceased Duke as he away would runne A child scarse twelue yeares old by Clifford there surpriz'd Who whilst he thought with teares his rage to haue suffiz'd By him was answered thus Thy father hath slaine mine And for his blood young Boy I le haue this blood of thine And stab'd him to the heart thus the Lancastrians raigne The Yorkist in the field on heaps together slaine The Battell at that Crosse which to this day doth beare The great and ancient name of th' English Mortimer The next shall heare haue place betwixt that Edward fought Entitled Earle of March reuengefully that sought To wreake his fathers blood at Wakefield lately shed But then he Duke of Yorke his father being dead And Iasper Tudor Earle of Pembroke in this warre That stood to vnderprop the House of Lancaster Halfe brother to the King that stroue to hold his Crowne With Wiltshire whose high prowesse had brauely beaten downe The Yorkists swelling pride in that successefull warre At Wakefield whose greatst power of Welsh and Irish are The Dukes were Marchers most which still stucke to him close And meeting on the plaine by that forenamed Crosse As either Generall there for his aduantage found For wisely they surueyd the fashion of the ground They into one maine sight their either Forces make When to the Duke of Yorke his spirits as to awake Three sonnes at once appear'd all seuerally that shone Which in a little space were ioyned all in one Auspicious to the Duke as after it fell out Who with the weaker power of which he seem'd to doubt The proud Lancastrian part had quickly put to chase Where plainly it should seeme the Genius of the place The very name of March should greatly

againe The Tutor that became to mightie Charlemaigne That holy man whose heart was so with goodnesse fild As out of zeale he wan that mightie King to build That Academy now at Paris whose Foundation Through all the Christian world hath so renown'd that Nation As well declares his wealth that had the power to doe it As his most liuely zeale perswading him vnto it As Simon cald the Saint of Burdeux which so wrought By preaching there the truth that happily he brought The people of those parts from Paganisme wherein Their vnbeleeuing soules so long had nuzled bin So in the Norman rule two most religious were Amongst ours that in France dispersed here and there Preach'd to that Nation long Saint Hugh who borne our owne In our first Henries rule sate on the See of Roan Where 〈◊〉 he was long Saint Edmund so againe Who banished from hence in our third Henries raigne There led an Hermits life neere Pontoyse where before Saint Iudock did the like whose honour to restore Religious Lewes there interr'd with wondrous cost Of whose rich Funerall France deseruedly may boast Then Main we adde to these an Abbot here of ours To little Britaine sent imploying all his powers To bring them to the Faith which he so well effected That since he as a Saint hath euer been respected As these of ours in France so had wee those did show In Germany as well the Higher as the Low Their Faith In Freezeland first Saint Boniface our best Who of the See of Mentz whilst there he sate possest At Dockum had his death by faithlesse Frizians slaine Whose Anniuersaries there did after long remaine So Wigbert full of faith and heauenly wisedome went Vnto the selfe same place as with the same intent With Eglemond a man as great with God as he As they agreed in life so did their ends agree Both by Radbodius slaine who ruld in Frizia then So in the sacred roule of our Religious men In Freeze that preach'd the faith we of Saint Lullus read Who in the 〈◊〉 of Mentz did Boniface succeed And Willihad that of Bren that sacred Seat supplide So holy that him there they halfely deifide With Marchelme and with him our Plechelme holy men That to the Freezes now and to the Saxons then In Germany abroad the glorious Gospell spread Who at their liues depart their bodies gathered Were at old-Seell enshrin'd their Obijts yearely kept Such as on them haue had as many praises heap'd That in their liues the truth as constantly confest As th' other that their Faith by Martyrdome exprest In Freeze as these of ours their names did famous leaue Againe so had we those as much renown'd in Cleaue Saint Swibert and with him Saint Willick which from hence To Cleeue-land held their way and in the Truths defence Pawn'd their religious liues and as they went together So one and selfe same place allotted was to either For both of them at Wert in Cleaueland seated were Saint Swibert Bishop was Saint Willick Abbot there So Guelderland againe shall our most holy bring As Edilbert the sonne of Edilbald the King Of our South-Saxon Rule incessantly that taught The Guelders whose blest dayes vnto their period brought Vnto his reuerent Corpse old Haerlem harbour gaue So Werensrid againe and Otger both we haue Who to those people preach'd whose praise that country tells What Nation names a Saint for vertue that excels Saint German who for Christ his Bishoprick forsooke And in the Netherlands most humbly him betooke From place to place to passe the secrets to reueale Of our deare Sauiours death and last of all to seale His doctrine with his blood In Belgia so abroad Saint 〈◊〉 in like sort his blessed time bestow'd Whose reliques Wormshault yet in Flanders hath reseru'd Of these th'rebellious 〈◊〉 to winne them heauen that staru'd Saint Menigold a man who in his youth had beene A Souldier and the French and German warres had seene A Hermit last became his sinfull soule to saue To whom good Arnulph that most godly Emperour gaue Some ground not farre from Leedge his Hermitage to set Whose floore when with his teares he many a day had wet He for the Christian faith vpon the same was slaine So did th' Erwaldi there most worthily attaine Their Martyrs glorious Types to Ireland first approou'd But after in their 〈◊〉 as need requir'd remoou'd They to Westphalia went and as they brothers were So they the Christian faith together preaching there Th' old Pagan Saxons slew out of their hatred deepe To the true Faith whose shrines braue Cullen still doth keepe So Adler one of ours by England set apart For Germany and sent that people to conuert Of Erford Bishop made there also had his end Saint Liphard like wise to our Martyraloge shall lend Who hauing been at Rome on Pilgrimage to see The Reliques of the Saints supposed there to bee Returning by the way of Germany at last Preaching the Christian faith as he through Cambray past The Pagan people slew whose Reliques Huncourt hath These others so we had which trode the selfe same path In Germany which shee most reuerently imbrac'd Saint Iohn a man of ours on Salzburgs See was plac'd Saint Willibald of Eist the Bishop so became And Burchard English borne the man most great of name Of Witzburg Bishop was at Hohemburg that reard The Monastery wherein he richly was interd So Mastreight vnto her Saint Willibord did call And seated him vpon her See Episcopall As two Saint Lebwins there amongst the rest are brought Th' one o'r Isells banks the ancient Saxons taught At ouer Isell rests the other did apply The Gueldres and by them interd at Deuentry Saint Wynibald againe at Hidlemayne enioy'd The Abbacy in which his godly time employ'd In their Conuersion there which long time him withstood Saint Gregory then with vs sprung of the Royall blood And sonne to him whom we the elder Edward stile Both Court and Country left which he esteemed vile Which Germany receau'd where he at Myniard led A strict Monastick life a Saint aliue and dead So had we some of ours for Italy were prest As well as these before sent out into the East King Inas hauing done so great and wondrous things As well might be suppos'd the works of sundry Kings Erecting beautious Phanes and Monuments so faire As Monarchs haue not since beene able to repaire Of many that he built the least in time when they Haue by weake mens neglect been falne into decay This Realme by him enrich'd he pouertie profest In Pilgrimage to Rome where meekly he deceast As Richard the deare sonne to Lothar King of Kent When he his happy dayes religiously had spent And feeling the approch of his declining age Desirous to see Rome in holy Pilgrimage Into thy Country com'n at Leuca left his life Whose myracles there done yet to this day are rife The Patron of that place so Thusoany in thee At faire Mount-flascon still the