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The vnmasking of a feminine Machiauell. By Thomas Andrewe, gent. Est nobis voluisse satis. Seene and allowed by authority
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Andrewe, Thomas.
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1604
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snow in rayne Exposde my selfe each minute to be slayne All trauailes I delightfully endurde To which addicted I was soone inurde In these tumultuous sturres did I remaine Till that great conflict with the powers of Spaine Where the high Archdukes army on the sands Were fought withall by those vnconquered bands Led by Nassaw Here could I tell the Story How either Hoste was rang'd in all their glory How each Esquadron marcht and by whom led The glorious acts of those aliue or dead The true forme of the fight did not my griefe Enforce my toung to stay or be but briefe Yet shall not that great day be cleane o'repast Whose fame no time can e're haue power to waste But in compendious maner will declare The fight wherein my Fortunes had a share The morne lookt red whose blushing did bewray The fatall bloudshed should ensue that day The rackie clouds on th' earth distilled dew In pearly drops which plainly did foreshew Heauen grieued at that sacred day prophan'd That by the Lord for prayer was ordain'd Assist my Muse my fainting toung direct Breathe a new spirit in mine intellect That by thy wondrous power and glorious might I may be able to vnfold the fight 'Twixt two great Armies both alike engag'd Both with sterne furie terribly enrag'd The one contending for the Soueraignty Th' other resolu'd to die for liberty The Duke of Brabant clad in angry Armes Of warlike Souldiers leading wondrous swarmes That suddenly vnlookt for he withdrew From Venlo Derst and Herntalls to pursue Th' vnited Prouinces vndaunted powers That razd his Castles ouerthrew his Towers Destroyde his Villages spoyld all his Corne Leauing the Countrey as a land forlorne Seeing faire Flaunders girdled all in fire Moued with pity and repleat with ire Reuenge to his great courage giuing wings Him after vs like a black tempest brings But comne neere Newport he was roughly met By hardy Scots and Dutch that thought to let His passage o're a Bridge that he had past Such their ill fortunes or their little haste Betwixt these powers at the first enterview Was bloudy greeting fatall Bullets flew Like stormes of Hayle till lucklessely at length Our Regiments being ouerprest with strength Of th' Archdukes multitudes were put to flight Of whom eight hundred there were slaine outright Proud of these fortunes our insulting foes Aduaunc'd with speed to deale more deadly blowes Of their owne powers superbiously presuming Of our whole force to haue the full consuming But our great God his chosen that defends Brought their hie hopes to vnexpected ends When now both armies on the euen sands Were come in sight and proudly tooke their stands Then all the Regiments of either side Were rang'd in order neere the surly tide Both furnisht well both rich in their array Which was most glorious it was hard to say The place being couerd with such armed crowds As seem'd to menace heauen and dare the clouds Of either part Courage the Captaines cry By your true valours win the day or die Vnto our English Troope hie-sprited Vere Did vse perswasions to extinguish feare But e're the resolute Battalians came To down-right stroakes Cannons dischargde bullets in fire wrapt round Circled in smoke whose terror-breathing sound Like the blacke bolt of Ioues Imperiall thunder With hideous noyse the thin ayre shakes asunder There might you see a deadly shott that strikes In a thicke sand our strong embatteld pikes Renting the rankes make shattred Splinters flie As they were sent to bandy with the skie Souldiers some slaine outright some deadly torne From the thicke prease confusedly are borne Whilst o're the sands these brazen Lions roar'd And interchangeably the soyle begoard A shippe of warre was come into the Bay That opposite vnto our foe-men lay Who from her armed side her sterne her chace Sent yron postes into their troupes apace So thicke she shot that he which had bene nie her Would haue conceyued she had bin light on fire Another that the Holland Ensigne bare That on her poope plaid with the wanton ayre This former there did second in such sort As in the aduerse campe made bloody sport The angry Duke against those stormy ships His deadly Cannons turnd from whose blacke lips Flew forth the black Ambassadors of death That rag'd like suries in the vaults beneath To whose dire message they would haue replide In termes alike had not the falling tyde Made them stand off and beare into the Maine Who thus being gone to vs began againe Their thundring language answered with the same Their shot with shot their fire with burning flame At length began the sterne and horrid fight Whose smoke and dust made day like dismall night When as the powers that long had stood oppos'd Ranne altogether and with fury clos'd Pikes Pikes encounter shot at shot let flye All Nations on their seueral Patrons crie The Trumpets clangor the Drums hoarce sound With Souldiers shout each others noyse confound There murdrous Muskets like quick lightnings flasht Whose balles ones face with tothers bloud bedasht Of eyther part the Ensignes brauely flying Some nobly fighting some as nobly dying In th' Armies both was hope whilst vnto neyther Proud Victory enclind but fauour'd eyther With various fortunes full three bloudy howers Endur'd the sternerage of these warlike powers Till at the last the ouer-mastered foe From field was forst with greatest losse to goe To quit their armes their Ensignes leaue forlorne That but euen now by them were proudly borne When they the field had thus abandoned Most flaine some wounded the remnant fled Vpon the sandy bankes and in the fields Lay broken Pikes bruz'd Helmets batterd shields The proud Burgonian Crosses kisse the ground Their Bearers lying in a deadly swound And hardy Captayns striuing for the day Euen in the places where they fought they lay With troupes of Souldiers whom they stoutly led Some kild outright some dying but not dead One gaspes for breath another mercy cries And begs of him vpon whose sword he dies Retreit being sounded those of ours remayning Came to their colours for their friends complaining Of whom some buried others not interd Whose funeralls were longer time deferd Who dies with honour though he want a graue No greater happinesse at all can haue But soft where am I now me thinks too farre I haue discoursd the fortunes of the warre When I began I briefly meant to tell The Battels fury where ten thousand fell But being entred I could not conclude Till to the end the story I pursude This euer-famous day thus brauely wonne The Troopes disperst each to their Garison Adorn'd with honour and inrich't with spoyle To take their rest after laborious toyle I then determined whilst the wars did cease To visit England crown'd with golden peace To giue more speed to my resolu'd intent From thence a Letter came vnto me sent From one that euer I accounted deare Whose faithfull loue I thought had neuer Peere
BLacke vapory clouds the gloomy night attending From Acheron to the star'd skye ascending Twixt heauens bright lamps and th' earth were interposde Darkning the rayes cleare Cinthia had disclosde To poynt the wandring Pilgrims out their wayes Whilst Titan to th' Antipodes displayes His glorious splendor when from vs a space His wel-breath'd Coursers runne another race I seeing thus the sable Curtaynes spread Before the glittring Windowes o're my head Hearing nights Sentinell the vnluckie Owle Shricke lowd thou feareles of the wondring fowle Who in the day pursuing him with spight Made himdetest and not indure the light The greene wood left where Philomel did sing The lustfull rapine of the Thracian king And warned by the Euen that forsooke me As time requirde vnto my bed betooke me Wherein poore I of loue left and forlorne Did meane to rest me till the purple morne By the shrill musicke of the timely Larke Should be awakte to driue away the darke And make night in her smoaky Charriot drawne To yeeld her place to the delightfull dawne Ah but though me the dayes long course had tyred I found not then the rest that I desired For when light Morpheus that gentle god Had toucht mine eyes with his sleep-charming rod I saw such apparitions in a slumber As fild my heart with pity feare and wonder Do thou my Muse my drooping thoughts inspire Touch my sad soule with true Promethean fire And be propitious to mine Artlesse pen That I may shew the visions vnto men That in th' obscure and melancholy night Were strangely represented to my sight Into my Verse such eloquence infuse That whosoeuer doth my lines peruse May learne to shun false friends finding by reason The dearer trust proues oft the deadlyer treason Guide my weake hand to bring to end my taske From falshoods face pull thou the whited maske AT first me thought vpon a sedgie banke Where fennish Reeds Bulrushes were ranke That walked in a Riuer that did glide With pleasing murmur by a Forrest side I stood where on the Cristall waters brim Snow-whiter Swans ruffing their plumes did swim Vpon this faire and delectable streame Might beauteous Cithareaes siluer Teame Haue drawne their mistris in her lightsome Carre That in the Aire shines like a glorious starre So euen and cleare this fluent Riuer was As purest Cristall or the smoothest Glasse Through whose transpareÌ„ce piercing with mine eye A thousand fishes of all sorts I spye On the sand bottome playing here and there Securely swimming being free from feare On which poore fooles as earnestly I looke Sporting themselues in the soft sliding brooke On their delights meaning to gaze a while For a short space my sorrowes to beguile Such a sad sound did enter in mine eare As canceld ioyes and did recall my care For there me thought a man in deepe despaire I heard breathe forth suspires into the ayre Whose earnfull accents were no sooner gone But in this dolefull wise he'gan to mone To playne of Time of Fortune and of Fate Lothing his life delight being out of date My sad afflicted soule breake from my brest Thy loathed prison harbour of vnrest Fly from that horrid place that doth enclose Of ioyes not any but a world of woes So that time cannot with his course conclude The paynes by whom thou euer art pursude But still each howre vpon his ayry wings The sad memoriall of my sorrowes brings Vayne is their iudgements that conclude and say Time either takes the greatest griefe away Or at the least when woes haue long bene borne They seeme the lesse their anguish is outworne For now the Sunne hath passed seuen times In his progression through the watry signes Since ceaslesse griefe did enter in my brest Content that banisht and excluded rest In the consuming of which wofull yeeres Still cares increase but comfort none appeares In stead of lessning of my sorrowes vigor Time gaue them greater strength more stern rigor And with Time Fortune that respectlesse Dame Conspir'd to worke the downfall of my fame Yet of all other why should she torment me That neuer gaue me wherewith to content me To tread on him no glory can she gayne That to lay lower she but striues in vayne To insult o're me a wretch can neuer rayse her But will make all men iustly to disprayse her And hold her base that on so poore a wight Would exercise her cruelty and spight For when sh'ath done her worst deadliest frownd She cannot driue me lower then this ground In whose cold bosome were I once inuested My thoughts should then haue ease that yet n'ere rested I neither hope for honour gape for wealth Nor wish to liue although in perfit health The thing that I desire for which I pray Is thaâ—â—y time may soone be past away O let my dayes of life be short and few And euen vanish as the vaporous dew That from the grasse exhaled by the Sunne Is soone forgot as it is quickly gone And let the howres appoynted till I die New impe their wings more speedily to flie And till that I haue runne my weary race Let time not turne vnto his wonted pace This mournfull speech to which I well attended Begun in griefe in sighes being sadly ended Wondring thereat a while I stood amazed Like him that on Medusaes head had gazed Knowing that he whose passion I did heare Although I saw him not must needs be neare At length I did resolue doubts set aside To find him out what euer did betide From the faire Riuer to the thick-leau'd wood I hasted then and often listning stood There in a couert wherein he did hide him I walkt not farre but suddenly espide him The sight of whom would haue enforst to mone The sterne Dolopian or the Mirmidon Vnder a broad Oake on the earth he lay His head downe cast as loth to see the day His guiltlesse heare was like his garments renâ— Such the sharp anguish of his discontent Attir'd he was in tawny as forlorne Despisde disgrac'd reiected held in scorne The ground whereon he lay was watred well With teares abundant from his eyes that fell His callow chinne did silently declare He was too young to haue to doe with care I comming neere him he raisde vp his head With heauy motion as a man halfe dead And euen as I was ready for to speake He sigh'd againe as if his heart would breake I grieued then to see so sad a sight Thus fram'd my speech vnto that wofull wight What e're thou art in whose bleake looke appeares More signe of sorrowes then of many yeres Thy deepe complaints that in mine eares did enter Were the occasions of my bold aduenture To find thee out not to deride thy state But for to comfort thee disconsolate Whose mones being heard if charitably felt Might make th' obdurate Ithacan to melt Let me entreat although I am a stranger To know thy state misdoubt not any danger By the discouery