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A20853	The tragicall legend of Robert, Duke of Normandy, surnamed Short-thigh, eldest sonne to William Conqueror. VVith the legend of Matilda the chast, daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater, poysoned by King Iohn. And the legend of Piers Gaueston, the great Earle of Cornwall: and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second. By Michaell Drayton. The latter two, by him newly corrected and augmented	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Matilda.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Peirs Gaveston Earle of Cornwall.	1596 (1596)	STC 7232; ESTC S116748	75,207	228

the Conquerors eldest sonne Whose hand did then the Norman scepter weld In Armes to win what once his Father won To Englands conquest is againe compeld Whose crown frō him proud William Rufus held An exile thence by's angry Father driuen By Fortune robd of all by Nature giuen 121 VVith fame of this once Roberts eares possest With heauenly wonder doth his thoughts inspire Leauing no place for wrong in his faire brest Giuing large wings vnto his great desire VVarming his courage w t more glorious fire As thus to fight for his deere Sauiours sake Of Englands crowne he no account doth make 122 Of kingdoms tytles he casts off the toyle VVhich by proude Rufus tyranny is kept Deere as his life to him that hallowed soile VVherein that God in liuely manhood slept At whose deere death the rocks for pitty wept A crown of gold this Christian knight doth scorne so much he lou'd those temples crown'd w t thorne 123 Those grieuous wants whose burthen weyed him downe The sums w c he in Germany had spent In gathering power to gaine the English crowne Garded with princly troopes in his rich Tent Like William Conquerors sonne magnificent Now by his need he greeuously doth find VVeakning his might what neuer could his mind 124 This braue high spirited Duke this famous Lord VVhose right of England Rufus held away To set an edge vpon his conquering sword In gage to Henry Normandy did lay Thus to maintaine his valiant souldiers pay Rather of Realms himselfe to dispossesse Then Christendome should be in such distresse 125 Eternall sparks of honors purest fire Vertue of vertues Angels angeld mind VVhere admiration may it selfe admire VVhere mans diuinest thoughts are more diuin'd Saint sainted spirit in heauēs own shrine enshrind Endeared dearest thing for euer liuing Receiuing most of Fame to Fame more giuing 126 Such feruent zeale doth from his soule proceed As those curl'd tresses which his browes adorne Vntill that time Ierusalem were freed Hee makes a vow they neuer should be shorne But for a witnes of that vow be worne True vow strōg faith great lord most happy howr Perform'd increasd blest by effecting power 127 True vow so true as truth to it is vowed Vowing all power to help so pure a vow Allowing perfect zeale to be allowed If zeale of perfect truth might ere allow Then much admir'd but to be wondred now Faith in it selfe then wonder more concealing Faith to the world then wonder more reuealing 128 Disheueld locks what names might giue you grace VVorne thus disheueld for his deere Lords sake Sweet-flowring twists valors engirdling lace Browe-decking fringe faire golden curled flake Honors rich garland beauties meshing brake Arbors of ioy which nature once did giue VVhere vertue should in endles Sommer liue 129 Faire Memory awaken Death from sleepe Call vp Times spirit of passed things to tell Vnseale the secrets of th'vnsearched deepe Let out the prisoners from Obliuisions Cell Inuoke the black inhabitants of hell Into the earths deepe dungeon let the light And with faire day cleere vp his clowdy night 130 Eternitie bee prodigall a vvhile VVith thine immortall arms imbrace thy loue Diuinest Powers vpon your image smile And from your star-encircled thrones aboue Earths misty vapors from his sight remoue And in the Annals of the glorious fun Enrole his worth in Times large course to run 131 Truth in his life bright Poesie vphold His life in truth adorning Poesie VVhich casting life in a more purer mold Preserues that life to immortalitie Both truly working eyther glorifie Truth by her power Arts power to iustifie Truth in Arts roabs adorn'd by Poesie 132 To his victorious Ensigne comes from far The Redshanck'd Orcads toucht with no remorse The light-foote Irish which with darts make war Th'ranck-ryding Scot on his swist running horse The English Archer of a Lyons force The valiant Norman all his troupes among In bloody conquests tryed in Arms train'd long 133 Remote by nature in thys colder Clyme Another nature he new birth doth bring And by the locks he haleth aged Tyme As newly he created euery thing Shewing the place where heauens eternall King Our deere blood-bought redemption first began Man couering God earth heauen God in man 134 Poore Ilanders which in the Oceans chaine Too long imprisoned from the cheerfull day Your warlike Guide now brings you to the maine VVhich to your glory makes the open way And his victorious hand becomes the kay To let you in to famous victories The honor of your braue posterities 135 Be fauourable faire heauen vnto thine owne And with that Bethelem birth-foretelling star Still goe before this Christian Champion In fiery pillers lead him out from far Let Angels martch with him vnto this war VVith burning-bladed Cherubins still keepe Encompasse him with clowds when he doth sleep 136 VVhen heauen puts on her glittering vaile of stars And with sweet sleep the souldiers sences charms Then are his thoughts working these holy wars Plotting assaults watchful at all alarms Rounding the Campe in rich apparreld Arms His sleep their watch his care their safeties kay Their day his night his night he makes their day 137 Valors true valor honours liuing crowne Inspired thoughts desert aboue desert Greatnes beyond imaginations bound Nature more sweet then is exprest by Art A hart declaring a true princly hart Courage vniting courage vnto glory A subiect fit for an immortall story 138 Why shold not heauen by night when forth he went Conuert the stars to Sunnes to giue him light And at his prayers by day in his close Tent The Tapers vnto starrs to help his sight That in his presence darknes might be bright That euery thing more purer in his kind Might tell the purenes of his purer mind 139 Yet Letters but like little Ilands bee And many words within this world of fame VVhose Regions rise and fall in their degree Large volumes short descriptions of his name Like little Maps painting his Globes great fame VVit lost in wonder seeking to expresse His vertues sum his praises vniuerse 140 In greeuous toyles consisteth all his rest In hauing most of most enioyeth none Most wanting that whereof he is possest A King ordain'd ne're to enioy his throne That least his own which richly is his own In this deuision from himselfe deuided Himselfe a guide for others safety guided 141 His one poore lyfe deuided is to many Dead to his comfort doth to others liue Vnto himselfe he is the least of any All from him taken vnto all doth giue Depriu'd of ioy of care his to depriue Who al controuleth now that all controules Body of bodyes his soule of their soules 142 Religious war more holy pilgrimage Both Saint souldier Captaine Confessor A deuout youth a resolute old age A warlike States-man peacefull Conqueror Graue Consull true autentique Senator Feare-chasing resolution valiant feare Hart bearing nought yet patient all to beare 143 Skill valour guides and valour armeth skill Courage emboldneth

crowne 53 Here in the bodies likenes whilst it liues Appeare the thoughts proceeding from the mind To which the place a forme more glorious giues And there they be immortally deuin'd By vertue there more heauenly refin'd And when the earthly body once doth perrish There doth this place the minds true Image cherish 54 My beauty neuer fades but as new borne As yeares encrease so euer waxing young My strength is not diminished nor worne VVhat weakneth all things euer makes me strong Nor from my hand my Scepter can be wroong Times sacriligious rapine I defie A tributarie to eternitie 55 The face of heauen my chronicles containe Where I erect the Tropheis of my fame VVhich there in glorious characters remaine The gorgeous feeling of th'immortall frame The constellations letters of my name VVhere my memorialls euermore abide In those pure bodies highly glorified 56 FAme ending thus Fortune againe began Further to vrge what she before had said And loe quoth she Duke Robert is the man VVho by my might and pollicie's betraid Then let vs see how thou canst lend him aide I tooke from him his libertie and crowne Raise thou him vp whō I haue thus thrown downe 57 Quoth Fame a fitter instance is there none Then Robert is then Fortune doe thy worst Here may thy weaknes and my power be showne Here shall I blesse whom thou before hast curst Begin thou then since thus thy turne comes first And thou shalt see how great a power I haue Ouer the world proud Fortune and the graue 58 Quoth Fortune then my hand did point the Star The seale wherwith heauen sign'd his vtmost date Which markt his birth with brands of bloody war Rash mutinys rude garboiles harsh debate His forrain plagues home wrongs priuate hate And on the height of his great Fathers glory First laid the ground work of his Sonnes sad story 59 Nature which did her best at Roberts birth I most vndid in his natiuitie This friend I made his greatest foe on earth Her gifts I made his greatest enemie Framing such mildnes in Nobilitie Differing so far from haughtie Williams straine That thus hee iudg'd his Sonne vnfit to raigne 60 And yet that courage which he did inherit And from the greatnes of his blood had taken Stird vp with griefe awakes this greater spirit VVhich more and more did Williams hate awaken Hee thus forsaken as hee had forsaken Yet to his will so partiallie inclind As now his rage his reason quite doth blind 61 Now doe I leane to him whom all haue left Laughiug on him on whom dispaire doth lowre Lending him hope of former hope berest Giuing his youth large wings wherwith to towre Ayding his power to crosse great Williams power That so his might in countermaunding might By his owne wrong might hinder his owne right 62 That whilst his Fathers sierie tempered sword Through Albions cleeues that fatall entrance made With Germaine power returnes this youthfull Lord VVith others Armes his owne bounds to inuade And Normandy lyes coucht vnder his blade Thinking to make a present meane of this To make his owne yet doubtfull to be his 63 Towards Williams end now Williams hate begun VVhom he begot doth now beget his woe He scarse a Father Robert scarse a Sonne His Sonne the Father fo his ouerthrowe Youth old in will age young in hate doth growe He nursing that which doth all mischiefe nurse He by his blessing causing his owne curse 64 And yet least age might coole Duke Williams blood VVith warrs in Fraunce I still the heate suppli'd That whilst young Robert yet disgrace stood Iustly condemn'd of insolence and pride In this confirm'd the famous Conqueror di'd Setting proud Rufus on his regall throne VVhilst Norman Robert striues but for his owne 65 Much trust in him a carelesnes first bred His courage makes him ouer-confident Blinding reuenge besides his course him led VVhen lost his wits in errors darknes went Rashnes sees all but nothing can preuent VVhat his mind loth'd disgrace did vrge him to Making his will the cause of his owne woe 69 This buried trunck of William is the roote From which these two world-shadowing branches spred This factious body standing on this foote These two crosse currents springing frō one head And both with one selfe nutriment are fed Vpon themselues their owne force so should spend Till in themselues they both themselues shold end 67 Thus the old conquest hath new conquests made And Norman Ensignes shaddow English fields The brother now the brother must muade The conquerors shield against y e conquerors shield Right wounding right nor wrong to wrong will yield One arme beare off the others furious stroke Scepter with Scepter sword with sword be broke 68 The hatefull soiles where death was sown in blood Encreasing vengeance one against the other And now the seede of wrath began to bud Which in their bosoms they so long did smother These but as bastards England their step mother Weakning her selfe by mallice giues them strength With murdring hands to spoile thēselues at length 69 This Williams death giues Roberts troubls life VVhose life in death made lucklesse Robert liue This end of strife beginneth greater strife Giuing to take what it did take to giue Liuing depriu'd which dead doth him depriue Euill brought good that good conuerts to ill Thus life and death breed Roberts mischiefe still 70 VVhen first King William entred on this Ile Harrold had friends but then the Norman none But Rufus liued here as an exile And Robert hop'd to raigne of many a one Onely my hand held vp his slyding throne William but weake beats Harold down by wrong William supplanting Robert Robert strong 71 Odo the prop which Rufus power vpheld Reuolting then inrag'd with Lansrancks spight And on this hope grounding his faith rebell'd might In bloody letters writing Roberts right Great Mortayns power and strong Mountgomeres Mangling this Ile with new deformed scars Ere peace had cur'd the wounds of former wars 72 The Normans glory in the conquest won The English bruzed with their battred Armes The Normans followed what they had begun The English fearefull of their former harmes What cooles the English Norman corage warms The Normans entred to new victorie The English for their fight already flie 73 VVhilst Rufus hopes thus freshly bleeding lay And now with ruine all things went to wrack Destruction hauing found the perfect way Were not proud Robert by some meanes kept back By fond delayes I forc'd him time to slack And stopt the mischiefe newly thus begun To vndoe all what he before had done 74 Thus first by counsell spurr'd I on the rage Forcing the streame of their distempred blood Then by my counsaile did againe aswage VVhen this great Duke secure of conquest stood Pyning his force giuing aduantage foode That first by taking Arms he strength might loose And making peace giue strength vnto his foes 75 A peace concluded to destroy their peace A suddaine truce to breed

soonest pry Whose nature thus I chose to be the mould Therein to worke what forme of hap I would 98 His owne compassion cause of his owne care Vpon his thought his constant promise stood Vertue in him most naturally rare No vile base humor tainted his pure blood His bounty still gaue good desert her food His mind so great and honorably free Made him too prone to loose credulitie 99 His counsels thus are combred by his care In nothing certaine bnt vncertaintie His friends resolu'd on nothing but dispaire Yet shewes he greatnes in most misery Each place become a stage for Tragedy By error wandring far beyond his scope Strong in desire but weakest in his hope 100 In publique shame oft counsell seemes disgrac'd No priuiledge can from the Fates protect In desperation counsell hath no taste Vntamed rage doth all aduise reiect Hiding the course which reason should direct Making himselfe the author of his harms VVithout experience valor wants his arms 101 Now I whose power in Williams wars was seene VVhen first on Williams conquest he begun To shew my selfe the worlds imperious Queene Now turne my selfe against his warlike son To lose by me by me his Father won On Englands part gainst Normandy to stand Which Normandy had conquered by my hand 102 The conquest William made vpon this Ile VVith Norman blood be-peopling Brittany Euen now as Brittons made within a while Turne with reuenge to conquer Normandy Thus victory goes back to victory That his own blood wins what before he won His conquering son subdu'd his conquering son 103 Thus Norman townes begirt with English arms The furious brother dealing wrathfull blowes Both pressing in where deadly perrill swarms These English-Norman Norman-English foes At last doe get what they at first did lose As Normandy did Englands fall prouoke Now Norman necks must beare the English yoke 104 The flood of mischiefe thus comes in againe VVhat Fortune works not alwaies seems pretéded The wind thus turn'd blows back the fire amaine VVhere first mischance began she will be ended And he defend him from those he offended For this we find the course of fatall things Is best discern'd in states of Realms Kings 105 On whom of late in Palaestine I smild In ciuill warrs now dreadfully I frowne He call'd from exile I from him exil'd To leaue his crowne who had refus'd a crowne Who beat all down now heare is beaten down Here to lose all who there had gotten all To make his fall more grieuous in his fall 106 To England now a prisoner they him bring Now is he hers which claim'd her for his owne A Captiue where he should haue been a King His dūgeon made wher shold haue been his throne Now buried there wheras he shold haue growne In one poore tower mew'd vp within one place Whose Empires bounds the Ocean shold embrace 107 Could mortall sence containe immortall hate Or reason sound the depth of things diuine Iudgement might stand amaz'd at Roberts state And thinke no might to be compar'd with mine That all power may vnto my power resigne And that in Roberts fall the world may see Amongst the starrs what power remaines in mee 108 That sword which on his fortune hath such power Yet powerles is to end his wretched dayes Those daies w c in their course all things deuoure To his swift griefe makes slow and lazie staies To Tyrannies long raigne he thus obaies That he in life a thousand deaths might die Onely in mercy rackt with crueltie 109 He hath no ioy but in his miseries His greatest comfort is the blessed light For which as I were angry with his eyes I make the King depriue him of his sight To sute his daies so iustly with the night That sencles stones to mone he should not see Yet sencles stones behold his misery 120 And this he felt that Fortune made him blinde Least his eyes obiects yet might lighten care That y e light wanting more might light his minde VVhose eyes might see how great his sorrows are That euery sence that sences woe might share And so that sence depriu'd of ioy alone Might more increase the griefe of euery one 111 These griefes and horrors enemies of rest VVhich murther life where they do harbor long Kill humors which his body oft opprest Vnnaturally thus making nature strong As out of deaths dead stock new life still sprong As life with death had tempted him till now Yet death to life no ease would er'e allow 112 Death he fear'd not is taught his end to feare Life once he lou'd with him now fall'n in loue That foe a friend to hurt him doth forbeare That friend a foe he cannot now remoue Twixt them he all extremities doth proue Aged in youth to pine his ioy thereby Youthfull in age to suffer misery 113 Courage forbids that he himselfe should kill His life too proud to be constrain'd to die His will permits not death now when he will VVhat would dispaire true valor doth deny Thus life's life foe death is deaths enemy VVilling to die by life him double killing Vrging to die twice dying he vnwilling 114 So many yeeres as he hath worne a crowne So many yeeres as he hath hop'd to rise So many yeeres he liues thus quite thrown downe So many yeeres he liues without his eyes So many yeeres in dying ere hee dyes So many yeeres lockt vp in prison strong Though sorrow make the shortest time seeme long 115 Thus sway I in the course of earthly things That Time might worke him euerlasting spite To shew that power yet euer makes not kings Nor that conceit can compasse my deceit In fined things such meruails infinite Nor any wonder is to be supposed In that wherein all wonders are inclosed 116 AT Fortuns speech they stand as all amaz'd Whilst Fame herselfe doth wonder at his woe And all vpon this deadly Image gaz'd VVhose misery shee had discribed so But in reuenge of this dispightfull foe Fame from a slumber as it seem'd awake On his behalfe thus for herselfe be-spake 117 What time I came frō world-renowned Rome To waken Europe from her drouzie traunce Summoning the Princes of great Christendome To Palaestine their Ensignes to aduaunce Soūding my trump in England Spaine Fraunce To moue the Christians to religious war Frō Pagans hands to free CHRISTS sepulchar 118 That holy Hermit Peter then as one VVhich as a Saint bewaild so great a losse With Bulloigne Godfrey Christs strong champion Vnder the Banner of the bloody CROSSE Now on the Alps the conquering collours tosse Leading along the brauest Christian band To reare their Tropheys in the HOLY LAND 119 Hether the flocks of gallant spirits do throng The place whence immortalitie doth spring To whom the hope of conquest doth belong Nor any thought lesse then to be a King Hether doth Fame her deerest children bring And in this Camp shee makes her treasury The rarest Iems of Europs Chiualry 120 This conquering lord

past compare Borne of his Sister was this Bellamie Daughter to Gilbert thrice renowned Clare Cheefe of his house the Earle of Glocester For princly worth that neuer had his Peere 113 Like heauen-dy'd Andromeda the faire In her embrodered Mantle richly dight With starrie traine inthronis'd in the ayre Adorns the Welken with her glittering light Such one shee was who in my bosome rested w t whose sweet loue my youthful yeres wer fested 114 As when faire Ver dight in her flowrie rayle In her new-coloured liuerie decks the earth And glorious Tytan spreads his sun-shine vaile To bring to passe her tender infants birth Such was her beautie which I then possest With whose imbracings all my youth was blest 115 Whose purest thoughts and spotles chast desire To my affections still so pleasing were Neuer yet toucht with sparke of Venus fire As but her breast I thought no heauen but there To none more like then faire Idea she The perfect Image of pure chastitie 116 O chastitie thou gyft of blessed souls Comfort in death a crowne vnto the life VVhich all the passions of the minde controuls Adorns the mayde and beautifies the wife That grace the w c nor death nor time attaints Of earthly creaturs making heauenly Saints 117 O Vertue which no Muse can poetize Faire Queene of England which w t thee doth rest VVhich thy pure thoughts doe onely exercize And is impressed in thy royall brest VVhich in thy life disciphred is alone VVhose name shall want a fit Epitheron 118 The Heauens now seeme to frolick at my feast The Starrs as hand-mayds seruing my desiers Now loue full fed with beautie takes his rest To whom content for safetie thus retiers The ground was good my footing passing sure My dayes delightsome and my life secure 119 Loe thus ambition creeps into my breast Pleasing my thoughts with this emperious humor And with this deuill beeing once possest Mine ears are fild with such a buzzing rumor As onely pride my glorie doth await My sences sooth'd with euery selfe-conceit 120 Selfe-loue Prides thirst vnsatis-fied desire A flood that neuer yet had any bounds Times pestilence thou state-consuming fire A mischiefe which all Common weals confounds O plague of plagues how many kingdōs rue thee Happy those Empires which yet neuer knew thee 121 And now reuenge which had been smothred long Like piercing lightning flasheth from mine eyes This word could sound so sweetly on my tonge And with my thoughts such stratagems deuise Tickling mine eares with many a pleasant storie VVhich promise wonders a world of glorie 122 For now began the bloody-rayning broyles Betweene the Barrons of the Land and me Labouring the state with Ixion-endles toyles Twixt my ambition and their tyrannie Such was the storme this deliuge first begun With which this Ile was after ouer-run 123 O cruell discord foode of deadly hate O mortall corsiue to a common weale Death-lingring consumption to a state A poysned sore that neuer salue could heale O foule contagion deadly killing feuer Infecting oft but to be cured neuer 124 By courage now imboldned in my sinne Finding my King so surely linckt to mee By circumstance I finely bring him in To be an actor in this Tragedie Perswading him the Barrons sought his blood And on what tearms these earth-bred giants stood 125 And so aduauncing to my Princes grace The baser sort of factious qualitie As beeing raised vnto such a place Might counterpoize the proude Nobilitie And as my Agents on my part might stand Still to support what ere I tooke in hand 126 Suborning Iesters still to make me mirth Vile Sycophants at euery word to sooth me Time-fawning Spaniels Mermayds on the earth Trencher-fed fooles with flatteries to smooth me Base Parasits these elbow-rubbing mates A plague to all lasciuious wanton states 127 O filthy Monkies vile and beastly kinde Foule pratling Parrats byrds of Harpie broode A corasiue to euery noble minde Vipers that suck your mothers decrest blood Mishapen Monster worst of any creature A foe to Art an enemie to nature 128 His presence grac'd what ere I went about Best pleasd with that which most contented me VVhat ere I did his powre still bare mee out And where I was there euer-more was hee By birth my Soueraigne but by loue my thrall King Edwards Idoll all men did mee call 129 Oft would hee set his crowne vpon my head And in his chayre sit dovvne vpon my knee And when his eyes with loue were fully fed A thousand times hee sweetly kissed mee When did I laugh and he not seene to smile If I but frownd he silent all the while 130 But Fortune now vnto my ouer-throw Intic'd me on with her alluring call And still deuising how to worke my woe One baite tane vp shee let another fall Thus Syren-like she brings me to the bay VVhere long before shee plotted my decay 131 For now the King to Fraunce doth him prepare For marriage with the Princesse Isabell Daughter to Phillip then surnam'd the faire And shee like him in beautie did excell Of tylts and tryumphs euery man reports And the vniting of these famous Courts 132 To raise me now to honors highest stayre Hee makes mee Lord-protector of the Land And placing me in his imperiall chayre Yeelds vp his Scepter wholy to my hand Deuising still how hee to passe might bring That if hee died I might succeed as King 133 His treasure now stood absolute to mee I dranck my pleasurs in a golden cup I spent a world I had aboundantlie As though the earth had throwne her bowels vp My reckonings cast my summes were soone enroled I was by no man once to controled 134 Now being got as high as I could clime And Fortune made my foot-cloth as I gest I paint mee braue with Tagus golden slime Because I would enioy what I possest Alluding still that he is mad and worse Which playes the nyggard w t a Princes purse 135 And now the King returning with his traine I summond all the chiefe Nobilitie And in my pompe went soorth to entertaine The Peers of Fraunce in all thys ioylitie Where in my carriage were such honors placed As with my presence all the showes were graced 136 Guarded with troupes of gallants as I went The people crouching still with cap and knee My port and personage so magnificent That as a God the Commons honored mee And in my pride loe thus I could deuise To seeme a wonder vnto all mens eyes 137 In richest Purple rode I all alone VVith Diamonds imbrodered and bedight VVhich like the starrs in Gallaxia shone VVhose luster still reflecting with the light Presented heauen to all that euer gazed Of force to make a world of eyes amazed 138 Vpon a stately Iennet soorth I rode Caparizond with Pearle-enchased plumes Trotting as though the Measures he had trode Breathing Arabian Ciuit-sweet perfumes Whose rarenes seem'd to cast men in a traunce Praised of England but admir'd of Fraunce 139 Like trident-maced