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The cruel assault of Gods fort
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Awdelay, John, fl. 1559-1577.
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1560
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¶ The cruel assault of Gods Fort. By Edward the sixt of England kyng A Fort was made gods truth to shield In whose lyfe time by good rulyng Both friend and soe to it dyd yelde But when for synne of hys owne flocke The Lord in wrath tooke him away Leauing the Fort to his next stocke The enmies then sought out theyr pray Then blew vp truÌ„pets of Papists souÌ„de Souldiers to call and wages gaue Come who so would was armed rounde None they refusde but drest them braue The field was pytcht of Papists part With corned caps tippets and gownes Theyr ordnaunce lay redy in cart To beat the fort of gods truth downe The generall Gardner braue and stone And Captaine Boner marcht foorth amain Bourne with standerd cryed out Al arme al arme our shauelinges traine The Auncient which that Bourne bare Were fierce wolues teeth w t blood besprent Fire and Fagot whych did declare Their rauenous hartes to Christians ment Then doctour Martin as clarke of army With Doctour Story the master Gonner These two in office were as trusty As Gardner Bourne or byshop Bonner A cry was made throughout the host With fire and hempe all to destroy Where euer they were in al the cost That dyd the Popes power seke to noye The Fort thus sieged on euery syde With crye so fierce to kyll them all â—â—â—te for feare durst not abyde But from Gods Fort to them dyd fall Then might ye heare the Canons rore Which Bourne and Watson falsely shot Yelde yeld these cryde from heretickes lore Or batter we shal both wall and fort No no quoth they within the Fort We yelde vs not Gods truth to stayne Though you destroy vs in this sort God shal our Fort wyth force maintayne Wyth that they all the Fort wythin Wyth sighes and sobs to God out cryde Thou Lord of hostes way not our synne But ayde thy flocke so wo betyde For though with sume we causde this day That our good king y u shouldst thus take Yet Lord with bitternes of soule we pray Strength vs against this firye lake This done they blowde a chereful blast Vnto the souldiers in the Fort Arme ye arme ye in all the hast Our enmies now to Fort resort The Auncient which was spred on wall Had a white Lambe with red spots thicke And in gold letters were these wordes all Why do ye Sauls against me kicke Forth came Rogers Hooper Sanders Vpon the walles the Fort to fende We yelde not said they to such destroyers But fight we will vnto the ende To these Steuen Gardner gaue onset And layde on lode as wolfe on pray He tooke them prisoners with his false net And sent them to the fire straightway Then Story the maister of the shot On Papists rampire braue and proude For spilling bloud he cared not Assault assault he cryde aloude These were no sooner of the wall But vp lept Rydley and Latimer To rescue Gods fort so nere to fall And did with force the foes encounter And bishop Cranmer though with gyle The enmies stole him from the Fort Yet boldly fought with them a whyle And folowed his mates in lyke sort Then doctour Weston at these out shot The pellets of Rome and them did mayme So that away they passed not But were destroyed with fire and flame But Bradford then on wall vp lept And Philpot eke by hym did stand Cardmaker and Taylour also vp crept And these by truth dyd neytheyr band Bishop Boner on these laide hand And to Smithfield sent them in hast But to the death these did withstand And would not yeld to enmies blast Then blewe the Papists to assault And set a watch about the Fort Of knightes and yemen to finde some fault To make them yelde after this sort And sworen men in euery cost They did compell to watche and spye If any did resist their host They must present them for to dye The Fort with enmies laid round about And al the captaines so cruelly slaine The soldiours therof with courage stout Kept yet the walles with might and maine Now scale the walles quoth Boner then Behold the captaines we haue slaine Ransacke the Fort destroy all men Both wemen children let none remaine Then scaling lathers were vp rearde And Iohn Auales on them with targe His knees had crosses because he fearde The steps wold breake and hang him large Vp came Beard by Vales his man Armed al round as dronkardes vse His head was closde with goodale can And in his hand a Tauerners cruse But they in Fort did with them play And cast them bribes which made theÌ„ yelde They striuing who should haue the pray Fought one with other in their owne fielde Yet battred was this Fort full sore With vehement shot on Papists part The walles they bet styl more and more But yet the fortmen would not start Then pusshed the Papists w t their pikes The Hargabusses shot out amayne And dyms the ayre and many strikes Of them that did the Fort sustayne The Holberts and the Bowmen eke Came preasing toward the Fort with spede These were the rakehels that did seke To haue mens goodes playde Cains dede There might ye see the Fort about Great streames of bloode bodies slayne The handes of al the host throughout With blood of Saints they did them staine In this assault the infants out cryde And eke their mothers as wydowes left To see theyr friendes before them dyde And al their goodes from them bereft Though thus the Fort was almost gone By cruel assault of enmyes bolde Yet some within the Fort alone To God did crye Lord keepe thy holde TheÌ„ God did send his slaue Death down Into the Papists host among Which slew the chiefest in all the towne And greatest captaines in the throng By thys great stroke of mightie Ioue The vehement force of Papists fell And sent this Fort which is hys Loue A godly captaine to keepe it well Which when in Fort she did appere And flag of truce spred in her hand Aloud she cried cease nowe your yre And yelde to me right heyre of England Then scattred were the Papists host Their flags of fire to ground did fall Their flaming brandes which oft they tost Were clene out quentch at our Quenes call Crye was then made to God on hye Of al the souldiours in the Fort Oh praise the Lorde for victorye In helping vs after this sort Now yelde they cried our brethren dere Which haue against Gods truth so stoode Behold our Quene doth profer here To graunt ye peace to chauÌ„ge your moode Which if her clemencie you refuse And pleade not for your liues graunt The law of armes she must nedes vse On such as are to her repugnaunt Yelde yelde therefore ye chiefe captaines Example geue to all your host Or els wyll God reuenge with paines The bloud of those whom ye haue rost And all ye Christians of this England Your trumpets sound to Gods hie praise On Gods head set a Bay garland For your triumphe of all these fraies Yeld now your liues after such sort As God may not this Fort so plage Strength now your selues in this gods fort That ye yelde no more to enmies rage So God wil spare vs our Quene long So God will make our land encrease So God wyl builde our fort so strong That no enmies dare to it prease To this say al right Christen men God saue our Quene Amen Amen 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â— I. A. ¶ Imprinted at London by Iohn Awdeley dwelling by great S. Bartelmewes beyonde Aldersgate