THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT FOVGHT BY HENRY THE FIFT of that name King of England against the whole power of the French vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES the sixt Anno Dom. 1415. The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE the infortunate Wife of that most infortunate King HENRY the sixt NIMPHIDIA the Court of Fayrie The Quest of CINTHIA The Shepheards SIRENA The Moone-Calfe Elegies vpon sundry occasions By MICHAELL DRAYTON Esquire LONDON Printed by A. M. for WILLIAM LEE and are to be sold at the Turkes Head in Fleete-Streete next to the Miter and Phaenix 1631. TO you those Noblest of Gentlemen of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great Britaine who in these declining times haue yet in your braue bosomes the sparkes of that sprightly fire of your couragious Ancestors and to this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse who out of the vertue of your mindes loue and cherish neglected Poesie the delight of Blessed soules And the language of Angels To you are these my Poems dedicated By your truely affectioned Seruant MICHAELL DRAYTON THE VISION OF BEN. IOHNSON ON THE MVSES OF HIS FRIEND M. DRAITON IT hath beene question'd MICHAEL if I be A Friend at all or if at all to thee Because who make the question haue not seene Those ambling visits passe in verse betweene Thy Muse and mine as they expect 'T is true You haue not writ to me nor I to you And though I now begin 't is not to rub Hanch against Hanch or raise a riming Club About the towne this reck'ning I will pay Without conferring symboles This 's my day It was no Dreame I was awake and saw Lend me thy voice O FAME that I may draw Wonder to truth and haue my vision hoâ—rld Hot from thy trumpet round about the world I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise That al Earth look'd on that earth all Eyes It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun Is fayre got vp and day some houres begun And fill'd an Orbe as circular as heauen The Orbe was cut foorth into Regions seaâ—â—â— And those so sweet well proportion'd parts As it had bin the circle of the Arts When by thy bright Ideas standing by I found it pure and perfect Poesy Ther read I streight thy learned Legends three Heard the soft airs between our swains thee Which made me thinke the old Theocritus Our Rurall Virgil come to pipe to vs But then thy epistolar Heroick Songs Their loues their quarrels iealousies wrongs Did all so strike me as I cry'd who can With vs be call'd the Naso but this man And looking vp I saw Mineruaes fowle Pearch'd ouer head the wise Athenian Owle I thought thee theÌ„ our Orpheus that wouldst try Like him to make the ayre one volary And I had stil'd thee Orpheus but before My lips could forme the voyce I heard that rore And rouze the marching of a mighty force Drums against drums theneighing of the horse The fights the cryes wondring at the iarres I saw and read it was thy Barons Warres O how in those dost thou instruct these times That Rebels actions are but valiant crimes And caried though with shout noise coÌ„fesse A wild and an authoriz'd wickednesse Sayst thou so Lucan But thou seornst to stay Vnder one title Thou hast made thy way And flight about the I le well neare by this In thy admired Periegesis Or vniuersall circumduction Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon That reade it that are rauish'd such was I With euery song I sweare and so would dye But that I heare againe thy Drum to beate A better cause and strike the brauest heate That euer yet did fire the English blood Our right in France if rightly vnderstood There thou art Homer Pray thee vse the stile Thou hast deseru'd And let me read the while Thy Catalogue of Ships exceeding his Thy list of aydes and force for so it is The Poets act and for his Country's sake Braue are the Musters that the Muse wil make And whe he ships theÌ„ where to vse their Arms How do his truÌ„pets breath What loud alarms Looke how we read the Spartans were inflamd With bold Tyrtaeus verse when thou art nam'd So shall our English Youth vrge on and cry An Agin-court an Agin-court or dye This booke it is a Catechisme to fight And will be bought of euery â—ord and Knight That can but read who cannot may in prose Get broken pieces and fight well by those The miseries of Margaret the Queene Of tender eyes will more be wept then seene I feele it by mine owne that ouerflow And stop my sight in euery line I goe But then refreshed by thy Fayrie Court I looke on Cynthia and Syrenas sport As on two flowry Carpets that did rise And with their grassy green restor'd mine eyes Yet giue mee leaue to wonder at the birth Of thy strange Moon-Calfe both thy straine of mirth And Gossip-got acquaintaÌ„ce as to vs Thou hadst brought Lapland or old Cobalus Empusa Lamia or some Monster more Then Affricke knew or the full Grecian store I gratulate it to thee and thy Ends To all thy vertuous and well chosen Friends Onely my losse is that I am not there And till I worthy am to wish I were I call the world that enuies me to see If I can be a Friend and Friend to thee VPON THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT VVRITTEN BY HIS DEARE FRIEND MICHAEL DRAYTON Esquire HAd Henryes name beene only met in Prose Recorded by the humble wit of those Who write of lesse then Kings who Victory As calmely mention as a Pedigree The French alike with vs might view his name His actions too and not confesse a shame Nay grow at length so boldly troublesome As to dispute if they were ouercome But thou hast wakt their feares thy fiercer hand Hath made their shame as lasting as their land By thee againe they are compeld to know How much of Fate is in an English foe They bleed afresh by thee and thinke the harme Such they could rather wish t' were Henries arme Who thankes thy painefull quill and holds it more To be thy Subiect now then King before By thee he conquers yet when eu'ry wora Yeelds him a fuller honour then his sword Strengthens his actions against time by thee He Victory and France doth hold in fee So well obseru'd he is that eu'ry thing Speakes him not only English but a King And France in this may boast her fortunate That she was worthy of so braue a hate Her suffering is her gayue How well we see The Battaile labour'd worthy him and thee Where we may Death discouer with delight And entertaine a pleasure from a fight Where wee may see how well it doth become The brau'ry of a Prince to ouer come What Povver is a Poet that can add A life to Kings more glorious then they had For what of Henry is vnsung by thee Henry doth want of his Eternity I. Vaughan TO MY VVORTHY FRIEND
I haue beene forced to bee neare The King whose person I attend vpon 〈…〉 d that I doubt not but to make appeare â—ow if occasion shall but call me on Looke round about my Lord if you can see Some braue aduenture worthy you and me See yan proud Banner of the Duke of Barres 〈…〉 think'st it wasts vs and I heare it say 〈…〉 her 's that couragious Englishman that dares 〈…〉 enture but to carry me away â—is were a tâ—ing now worthy of our warres 〈…〉 true quoth Suffolke by this blessed day On and wee le haue it sayst thou so indeed Quoth Huntingdon then Fortune be our speed â—nd through the rancks then rushing in their pride â—ey make a Lanâ— about them so they lay â—ote goes with foote and side is ioynde to side â—ey strike downe all that stand within their way 〈…〉 d to direct them haue no other guide 〈…〉 as they see the multitude to sway And as they passe the French as to defie Saint George for England and the King they cry By their examples each braue English blood 〈…〉 the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne 〈…〉 e there as trees within a well-growne wood â—ere great Atchieuements instantly were done 〈…〉 inst them roughly whilst that Nation stood 〈…〉 ô what man his destinie can shunne That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne â—hen â—e much vallour sundry wayes had showne Which the proud English further doth proâ—â— Who to destruction bodily were bent That the maine battaile instantly they broke Vpon the French so furiously they went And not an English but doth scorne a stroake If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent Who weak with wounds their weapons froÌ„ thâ— thrâ— With which the English fearefully them slew Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne By those vnarm'd that from the English fled All further hopes them vtterly forlorne His Noble heart in his full bosome bled VVhat fate quoth he our ouerthrow hath sworne Must France a prisoner be to England led VVell if she be so yet I le let her see Shee beares my carkasse with her and not me And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere When with the courage of a valiant Knight As one that knew not or forgot to feare He tow'rds King Henry maketh in the fight And all before him as he downe doth beare Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth brinâ— Scarse two piks length that came before the 〈…〉 Their Staues both strongly reuetted with sâ—â— At the first stroke each other they astound That as they staggering from each other reele The Duke of Glocester falleth to the ground â—hen as Alanzon round about doth wheele â—hinking to lend him his last deadly wound In comes the King his brotherâ— life to saue And to this braue Duke a fresh on set gaue When as themselues like thunderbolts they shot One at the other and the lightning brake Out of their Helmets and againe was not â—'r of their stroake the eare a sound could take â—etwixt them two the conflict grew so hot â—hich those about them so amaz'd doth make That they stood still as wondring at the â—ight And quite forgot that they themselues must fight Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore â—hat with a stroke as he was wondrous strong â—e câ—eft the Crowne which on his Helme he wore â—nd tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong â—hen with a second brus'd his Helme before â—hat it his forehead pitifully wrung As some that saw it certainely had thought â—he King therewith had to the ground bin brought But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit â—s now his valour lay vpon the Racke â—on'th face the Duke so strongly hit 〈…〉 in his Saddle layd him on his backe 〈…〉 d once perceluing that be had him split 〈…〉 llow'd his blowes redoubling thwack on thwack 〈…〉 Till â—e had lost his stirrups and his head Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread When soone two other seconding their Lord His kind companions in this glorious prize Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor'd If to his feet his Armes would let him rise On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor'd Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies And on his body slew them both whilst he Recouering was their ayde againe to be The King thus made the master of the fight The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye Henry I 'le pay my ransowe doe me right I am the Duke Alanzon It is I The King to saue him putting all his might Yet the rude souldiers with their shout and cry Quite drownd his voyce his Helmet being shut And that braue Duke into small pieces cut Report once spred through the distracted Host Of their prime Hope the Duke Alanzon slaine That flower of France on whom they trusted most They found their valour was but then in vaine Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost Who slowly fled before now runne amaine Nor could a man be found but that dispaires Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs The Duke Neuers now in this sad retreat By Dauid Gam and Morrisby pursude Who throughly chas'd neere melted into sweat And with French blood their Pollaxes imbrud They sease vpon him following the defeat Amongst the faint and fearefull multitude When a contention fell betweene them twaine To whom the Duke should rightâ—uâ—ly pertaine I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase Quoth Morrisby but lefts him in the throng â—hen put I on quoth Gam hast thou the face â—nsulting Knight to offer me this wrong Quoth Morrisby who shall decide the case â—â—t him confesse to whom it doth belong Let him quoth Gam but if 't be not to mee For any right you haue he may goe free With that couragious Morrisby grew hot â—ere not sayd he his ransome worth a pin â—ow by these Armes I were thou gett'st him not â—r if thou dost thou shalt him hardly win â—am whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot â—o bend his Axe vpon hiâ— doth begin He his at him till the Lord Beamont came Their rash attempt and wisely thus doth blame Are not the French twice trebl'd to our power â—nd fighting still nay doubtfull yet the day â—iâ—ke you not thâ—se vs fast enough deuoure â—t that your braues the Army must dismay â—ought but good befall vs in this houre â—is be you sure your liues for it must pay Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see And then decide whose prisoner he shall be Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare Came on which long had labour'd to come in And with the Kings mayne battell vp doth beare Who still kept off till the last houre had bin He cryes and clamours eu'ry way doth heare But yet he knew not which the day should win Nor askes of any what were fit to doe But where the French were thick'st he falleth to The Earle of
sense could apprehend the blow Whilst one is asking what the bus'nesse is Hearing in French his country-man to cry He who detaines him prisoner answeres this Mounsier the King commands that you must die This is plaine English whilst he 's killing his He sees another on a French man flye And with a Poleax pasheth out his braines Whilst he 's demanding what the garboile mea 〈…〉 That tender heart whose chance it was to haue Some one that day who did much valour showe Who might perhaps haue had him for his Slaue But 〈…〉 all Lots had fate pleas'd to bestow Hee who his prisoner willingly would saue Lastly constrain'd to giue the deadly blowe That sends him downe to euerlasting sleepe Turning his face full bitterly doth weepe Ten thousand French that inwardly were well Saue some light hurts that any man might heale Euen at an instant in a minute fell And their owne friends their deaths to them to deale Yet of so many very few could tell Nor could the English perfectly reueale The desperate cause of this disastrous hap But euen as Thunder kil'd them with a clap How happy were those in the very height Of this great Battaile that had brauely dyde When as their boyling bosomes in the fight Felt not the sharpe steele thorow them to slide But these now in a miserable plight Must in cold blood this massacre abide Caus d by those Villanes curst aliue and dead That from the field the passed morning fled When as the King to Crowne his glorious day Now bids his souldiers after all this toyle No forces found that more might them dismay Of the dead French to take the gen'rall spoyle Whose heapes had well neere stopt vp eu'ry way For eu'n as Clods they cou'red all the soyle Commanding none should any one controule Catch that catch might but each man to his dole They fall to groping busily for gold Of which abouâ— them 〈…〉 stâ—re They find as much as wâ—ll their hands can hold Whâ—â—ad but siluer him they counted poâ—re Scâ—â—fes Chaines anâ— Bracelâ—â—s were not to be told So rich as thâ—se â—â— souldiers were before Who got a Ring would scarcely put it on Except therein there were some Radiant stone Out of rich sates the Noblest French they strip Anâ— leaue their bodies naked on the ground And each one fill his Knapsack or his Scrip W 〈…〉 some rare thâ—ng that on the Field iâ— found About his bus'nâ—ss â—â—t he â—â—â—bly Skip T 〈…〉 vpon him mâ—ny a câ—uâ—ll wound And where they found a French not out-right slainâ— They 〈…〉 im a prisoner conâ—â—antly retaine Who scarsâ— a Shirt had but the day before Noâ— a whole Sâ—â—cking to keepe out the cold Hath a whole Wardrop at commend in store In thâ— French fashâ—on flanting it in gold And in the â—auerne in his Câ—ps doth rore Chocking his Crowns and growes thereby so bo 〈…〉 That proudly he a Captaines name asiumes In his gilt Gorget with his tossing Plumes Wagons and Carts are laden till they cracke With Armes and Tents there taken in the field For want of â—arridge on whose tops are pacâ—â— Ensignes Coat-Armours Targets Speares Shields Nor need they conuoy fâ—aâ—ing to be sackâ— For all the country to King Henry yeelds And the poore peasant helpes along to beare What late the goods of his proud Landlords were A Horse well furnisht for a present Warre For a French Crowne might any where be bought But if so be that he had any scarre Though nâ—'r so small he valew'd was at naught With spoyles so sated the proud English are Amongst the slaine that who for pillage sought Except some rich Caparison he found For a steele Saddle would not stoope to ground And many a hundred beaten downe that were Whose wounds were mortal others wondrous deep When as our English ouer past tâ—ey heare And no man left a Watch on them to keepe 〈…〉 to the Bushes and the Ditches neare â—pon their weake hands and their knees doe creepes But for their hurts tooke aâ—re and were vndrest They were found dead and buried with the rest Thus when the King saw that the coast was clear'd And of the French who were not flaine were fled Nor in the field not any then appear'd That had the power againe to make a head This Conquerour exceedingly is cheer'd Thanking his God that he so well had sped And so towr'ds Callice brauely marching on Leaueth sad France her losses to bemoane FINIS The Battaile of Agin-Court THE MISERIES OF QVEENE MARGARITE I Sing a woman and a powerfull Queene Henry the Sixt the King of Englands Wife The beautious Margarite whose misgouern'd spleene So many sorrowes brought vpon her life As vpon womans neuer yet were seene In the beginning of that fatall strife Th'â—nlucky season when the Yorkists saught To bring the Line of Lancaster to naught It was the time of those great stirres in France Their ancient Right that th' English had regain'd By the proud French attributing to chance What by meere Manhood stoutly ours obtain'd Their late-falne Ensignes labour'd to aduance The Streets with blood of either Nation stain'd These striue to hold those to cast off the yoake Whilst forts towns flew vp to heauen in smoke The neighboring Princes greatly pittying theâ— The Christian blood in that long quarrel shed Which had dâ—â—â—ur'd such multitudes of mâ—n 〈…〉 the full aâ—th could scarsely keepe heâ— dead Yet for â—ach English of her Natâ—â—â—â— ten In zeale to 〈…〉 these neighbouring Princes lâ—d At Tours in Tourayne set them downe a Dyet Could it â—â— donâ— these clamorous fiâ—uds to quiet From th'Emperour there Am 〈…〉 e The Kings of Denmarke Hungary and Spayne And that each thing the â—pâ—ly might contâ—iue And both the King there largely might complaine The Duke of Oâ—lâ—ance for the French doth striue To show his grieâ—aâ—ce William Poole againe The Earle of Suffolke doâ—h â—oâ— England stâ—â—d Who stâ—er'd the state then â—iâ—â— a powerful hand For eighteene moneths they ratifie a peace Twâ—xt these proud Realâ—s which Suffolk doth pursue With al his powers with hope stil to encrease The same expir'd that it should soone renew For by his meanes if so thâ— wars might cease â—e had a plot of which they neuer knew To his intent if all things went aright Hee le make the dull world to admire his might For hauing seene faire Margarite in France that tim 's brightst beauty being then but yong Her piercing eyes with many a subtill glance His mighty heart so forâ—ibly had stung As made him thinke if that he could aduarce This nortall wonder onely that among His rising Fortunes should the greatest proue If to his Queene he could aduance his loue Her eyes at all points Arm'd with those deceits That to her sexe are naturall euery way Which vvith more Art she as inticing baits For this great Lord doth with aduantage lay As he againe that on her bosome waits Had found that there which could he
borne Of Christian Kings the greatest then aliue Now he the Crowne full forty yeeres had worne Doth all his Regall Soueraignety suruiue Of all men liuing and the most forlorne So strange a thing can destiny contriue So many sundry miseries as he No King before had euer liu'd to see To heare all this Queene Margarite must endâ— Yet sadly to her fathers Court confin'de And now King Edward held himselfe secure When things fell out so fitly to his minde But when of rest he did himselfe assure Vpon a suddaine rose so rough a wind In his strong hand which shooke his Scepter mo 〈…〉 Then all the stormes that ere had blowne before For then in minde to league himselfe with Fr 〈…〉 Which he perceiu'd would be the surest way His questiond Tytle highly to aduance And at his need should serue him for a kay â—o open him their policies vvhose chance â—as then in casting and the next to play For Margarite still the French King Lewis prest For second aydes nor would she let him rest Wherefore he sends a marri'ge to entreat â—ith beautious Bona with whose rich report â—ame was opprest with and a taske too great â—he French Queenes sister and with her in Court â—arwicke the man chose foorth to worke the feat â—â—â— is sent thither in such sumptuous sort And in short time so well his businesse plyes That she was like to proue an English prize In the meane while this youthful King by chance â—omming to Grafton where the Dutchesse lay â—hen stil'd of Bedford his eye haps to glance 〈…〉 her bright Daughter the faire Widdow Gray 〈…〉 se beauties did his senses so intrance 〈…〉 stole his heart so suddainly away That must he lose his Crowne comeweale come woe She must be his though all the world say no Her lookes like Lethe make him to forget â—on what businesse he had Warwicke sent 〈…〉 this Lady he his loue so set 〈…〉 at should his Crowne from off his head be rent â—his rebellious people rise to let â—s choyse of his they should it not preuent For those pure eyes his bosome that had pierc'd Had writ alaw there not to be reuers'd What lesse amends this Lady can I make For her deere husband in my quarrell slaine Then lawfull marri'ge which for iustice sake I must performe quoth hee lest she complaine For a iust Prince so me the world shall take Soothing himselfe vp in this amorous vaine With his affections in this sort doth play Till he a Queene made the faire Lady Gray This Act of Edwards com'n to Warwicks eare And that the sequell show'd it to be true In his sterne eyes it eas'ly might appeare His heart too great for his strait bosome grew He his Commission doth in piece-meale â—eare Breakes the broad Seale and on the ground it thâ— And prayes blest heau'n may curse him if that â— For this disgrace reuenged would not be Haue I quoth hee so lifted thee 〈…〉 That to thy greatuesse I the scorne am growne Haue I for thee aduentur'd beene so oft In this long Warre as to the world is knowne And now by thee thus basely am I scoft By this disgrace vpon me thou hast throwne If these thy wrongs vnpunish'd slightly passe Hold Warwicke base and falne from what he was Know t w'as the Nevills forthy Title stood Else long e'r this layd lower then the ground And in thy cause my Father shed his blood None of our house for thee but beares a wound And now at last to recompence this good 〈…〉 for me this Guerdon hast thou â—ound 〈…〉 proud head this hâ—d shal pluck thy crown Or if thou stand then 〈…〉 Warwick down Yet he to England peaceably repaires And with a smooth browe smotherâ— his intent And to the King 〈…〉 the French affaires â—â— what in Court had past there since he went His spleene he for a fitter season spares 〈…〉 he the same more liberally might vent Calme was his countenance and his language faire But in his brest a deepe revenge he bare MEane while Queene Margarit a poore exile heares How things in England in her absence went 〈…〉 halfe burst heart which but a little cheeres â—â—â— from her head she felt the Crowne was rent â—et though fare off a little glimpse appeares â— seeming hope and though it fainâ—ly lent It might hauâ— said had not the Fâ—â—es said no These stormes at home might her some profit blow 〈…〉 heares how Warwicke cunningly had wrought 〈…〉 Duke of Clarence from his brothers side â—â—â— that braue Youth at Callice hauing caught â—â—â— eldest daughter had to him affide How to rebell the Northerne men were brouâ— And who by Warwicke poynted was their guide Aâ— on the Wâ—lâ—h he had a mighty hand By Edward rais'd those rebels to withstand Of new Rebellions at Northampton rais'd And to despight the King what they had done How they at Grafton the Earle Riuers seas'd And Sir Iohn Wooduile his most hopefull Sonne Who with their heads could hardly be appeas d And of the fame by puissant Warwicke wonne Who hauing taken Edward in his Tent His King his prisoner into Yorkâ—shirâ— sent Then heares againe how Edward had escapt And by his friends a greater power had got How he the men of Lincolneshire intrapt Who neere to Stamford pay'd a bloody shot And when the Earle his course for Callice shapt When England lastly grew for him to hot Vaucleere who there his Deputy he put The Ports against his late grand Captaine shut Lastly shee heares that he at Deepe ariues And lately com'n to Amboyes to the Court â—â—ereas King Lewis to his vtmost striues â—o entertaine him in most Princely sort When the wise Queene her businesse so contriues That she comes thither small what though her port Yet brings along the sweet yong Prince her sonâ—e To proue what good with Warwick might be done Wen both in Court and presence of the King Their due respect to both of them that gaue â—â— will'd them in so pertinent a thing That they the like should of each other haue The teares began from both their eyes to spring That each from other Pitty seeâ—'d to craue In gracefull manner when the grieued Queene Thus to that great Earle gently breaths her spleene Warwicke saith shee how mercilesse a Foe â—â—st thou beene still to my poore child and mee â—hat villaine Yorke which hast aduanced so Which neuer could haue risen but for thee â—hat Valour thou on Edward didst bestow â— hadst thou show'd for him thou here dost see Our Damaske Roses had adorn'd thy Crest And with their wreathes thy ragged Staues bene drest First at Saine Albans at Northamptoâ— then 〈…〉 fatall Towtâ—n that most fearefull fight 〈…〉 many nay what multitudes of men 〈…〉 fierce Warwicke slaine and put to flight O if thy Sword that euer stood for â—en Had but beene drawne for Henry and his right He should
haue built thee Trophyes euery whâ—â— Wrought with our Crowne supported by thâ— Beâ—â— What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of â—ame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mountâ—cute ô base To aduance a â—raâ—tor to his â—oueraigne thus But to our Crâ—â—ne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall â—â—e Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents crâ—es Whom many a sad cuâ—se euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding theirâ— for whom our blood was 〈…〉 When in like language this great Earle agaiâ— Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former greeâ—e one thought to â—ntertaine Things are not now quoth he as once they were To talke of these past helpe it is in vaine What though it ease your heart please your eaâ—â— This is not it no â—t must be our Swords Must right our vvrongs deare Lady not our w 〈…〉 Madam quoth he by this my vexed heart On Edwards head which oft hath wish'd the Crown â—t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part â—his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe â—nd if from Henry Richard Neuill start Vpon my house let Heauen for euer frowne Of backe the Crown to this yong Prince I le bring Or not be VVarwicke if he be not King When they accord Prince Edward should affye Anne the Earles Daughter to confirme it more By Sacrament themselues they strictly tye By Armes againe King Henry to restore Or in the Quarrell they would liue and dye 〈…〉 ptising likewise in the oath they swore That th' Earle and Clarence should Protectors be When they King Henry and the Prince should free When soone great VVarwicke into England sends â—o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare â—â—g Henrys Title and to them commends â—â—at they should take his cause into their care â—ow is the time that he must try his friends â—hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the coÌ„mons rose Whom they should ayde and whom they should oppose Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre â— great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent â—arwicke vvhose name Fame sounded had so far 〈…〉 t men with Wonder view'd him as he went Of all men liuing the most popular Thought eu'ry houre to be but idely spent On Englands troubled earth vntill he were To view the troupes attending for him there And in his Army tooke with him along Oxford and Penbrooke who had beene destroy'd By Edward sworne now to reuenge their wrong By Burgoyne the French Admirall conuoy'd At whose Aâ—iue the shores with people throng At sight of Warwicke and so ouerioy'd That eu'ry one a VVarwicke VVarwicke cryes Well may the Red-Rose by great VVarwicke riâ—â— Like some black cloud which houering lately hu 〈…〉 Thrust on at last by th'windes impetuouspower The groues and fields comes raging in among As though both foules and flockes it would deuoure That those abroad make to the shelters strong To saue themselues from the outragious shower Sofly the Yorkists before VVarwicks Drummes Like a sterne Tempest roaring as he comes When Edward late who wore the costly Crowne Himselfe so high and on his Fortunes bore Then heard himselfe in euery place cry'd downe And made much lesse then he was great before Nor dares he trust himselfe in any Towne For in the In-lands as along the shore Their Proclamations him a Traytor make And each man charg'd against him Armes to takâ— For which the VVashes he is forc'd to wade And in much perill lastly gets to Lin To saue himselfe such shift King Edward made For in more danger he had neuer bin Where finding three Dutch Hulkes which lay for trade â—he great'st of them he hires to take him in Richard his brother Hastings his true friend Scarse worth one sword their personâ— to defend When VVarwicke now the only Prince of power Edward the fourth out of the Kingdome fled Commands himselfe free entrance to the Tower And sets th' Imperiall wreath on Henrys head Brings him through London to the Bishops bower By the applanding people followed Whose shâ—ill re-ecchoing shouts resounds from far A VVarwicke VVarwicke long liue Lancaster And presently a Parliament they call In which they attaint King Edward in his blood The lands and goods made forfâ—itures of all That in this quarrell with proud Yorke had stood Their friends in their old honours they install Which they had lost now by an act made good Intayle the Crovvne on Henry and his heyres The next on Clarence should they fayle in theirs Whilst VVarwicke thus King Henry doth aduance â—ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene â—uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance â—efore that time as seldome had bin seene That twice from Sea she was forc'd back to France As angry Heauen had put it selfe betvvene Her and her loyes and would a witnesse be That naughâ— but sorrow this sad Queene must see This might haue lent her comfort yet at last So many troubles hauing vndergone And hauing through so many perils past T' haue seene her husband setled on his Throne Yet still the skies with clowds are ouercast Well might shee heare but of this sees she none Which from far off as flying newes doth greet her Naught but mischance when she comes in must meet her But all this while King Edward not disâ—ay'd His brother Charles of Burgondy so plyes That though the subtill Duke on both side play'd Edward and Henry both his neere Allies Vpon the Duke King Edward yet so layd Hauing his sisters furtherance who was wise That Vnderhand his strength he sorestores As that he dar'd t' attempt the English shores With foureteene Ships from th' Easterlings being hir'd And foure Burgonians excellently man'd After some time with stormes and tempests tyr'd He neere the mouth of Humber haps to land Where though the Beacons at his sight were fir'd Yet few or none his entrance doe withstand For that his friends had giuen it out before He sought the Dukedome and he would no more Vpon his march when forward as he came Resolu'd to trye the very worst of Warre He Summons Yorke where of he bare the name To him her Duke her Gates that doth vnbarre And comming next to Rocke-rearâ— Nottingham Mountgomery Borough Harrington and Par Bring him their power at Lecester againe Three thousand came to Hastings that retaine To Couentry and keeping on his way Sets downe his Army in the Cities sight Whereas that time the Earle of Warwicke lay To whom he sends to dare him out to fight Which still the Earle deferrs from day to day Perceiuing
that country e Expressing the pleasantnesse of the scituation of that country lying vpon the French Sea f At lying the fittest to expell or fore warne Inuaâ—â—on g Expressâ—ng the delicaâ—y of the Bath their chiefe City h The Armes of the ancient Family of Clare Earle of Gloster borne by the City Stonidge being the first wonder of England standing in Wiltshire An old Emâ—lâ—mâ— of Bâ—â—â—câ— or â—â—rkshire i A â—adge of the ancient Family of the Staffords Dukes of that place k Queene 〈…〉 Founder-of the Crosse wife to Constantine and daughter to King Coâ—ll builder of Colches 〈…〉 Essex l Suffolke the most Easterly of the English shieres m For the brâ—â— prospect to 〈…〉 Germaine Ocean a Hauing relation to that famous Vniuersity their Shire townes b The Armes of the Townâ— somewhat alluding to thâ— name c The Armes of the towne of Hunting don first so named of a place where Hunters met d The Armes of the towne e From the aboundance of wool in that tract f A sport more vsed in that shire from ancient time then in any other g For the length that it hath vpon the German Ocean h The Bear and ragged Staffe thâ— Ancient Armes of that Earledome i For the abundance of fruite more there then in any other tract k The fine 〈…〉 of the Wooll of Lemster in that shire l Many Hermites liued there in the woods in ti 〈…〉 pasâ— it being all forrestrie m Expressing the loftinesse of the mountaines in that S 〈…〉 on which many Hawkes were wont â—â— ayâ—y n That famous out law â—â—â—ed 〈…〉 ch in that Country and is yet by many places there Celebrated o Aâ—câ—â—nted oâ—â—r the best Archers of England p For their 〈…〉 with the spâ—are 〈…〉 of their Naggâ— q Being ready stil in Armes against the Scots r Expressing the sâ—itâ— therâ—f â—uting ouâ— into those dangerous Sâ—â—â— betwixt England and Ireland Å¿ Their 〈…〉 conflicts 〈…〉 with the Scots exprâ—ssâ—d in the fight between â—â—â— golden â—â—d Lyon a Milford Hauen in Penbrooke shiâ—â—â— one of the 〈…〉 harbours in the kno 〈…〉 world therefore not vnaptly so expressed b Partly Dutâ—â— partly English partly Welch c Meâ— iâ— by whose birth and knowledg that towne â—â— maâ—â— fâ—mous d A watch Tower or pharus hauing the scituation whâ—â—â— Seuorâ— beginneth toâ— widden as when Pirats haue come in to giâ—e warning to the other Maritine Countryes e For the glory it hath attained to be the Kings birth-place and to ex 〈…〉 sse his principalities f The Armes of Brecknocke g Lying towards the miâ—st of Wâ—lâ—◠〈…〉 for abundance of Sheepe liuing on those high mountaines g Lying towards the miâ—st of Wâ—lâ—◠〈…〉 for abundance of Sheepe liuing on those high mountaines i For the abundance of Gâ—ate◠〈…〉 those inacâ—essible Mountaines h Expressing the scituation 〈…〉 Shâ—â—râ— lying on the Maritine part vpon the Irish Sea k The shiere breeding the best Horses of Wales l As 〈…〉 it selfe to the great North or Deucalâ—donian Sea in Expressing the abundance of Corn and grasse in that little Tract A Simile of the Nauy The braus solemnity of the departing of the â—lâ—et The Nauy Landing in the mouth of Seyne The brâ—ue encouragement of a â—oâ—ragious King A charitable Proclamation made by the King The Kings mayne Standard for the pâ—nderousnes thereof euâ—â— borne vpon a Carriage The King makes his aproches on three parts The King summons Harflew Charles de Aâ—bert and Iohn Boweequalt A Simile of the French power A discription of the siege of Harflewe in the 19 following Stanzaes * Crosbowe Arrowes The King of England entreth Harflew in triumph Hing Henry offereth to decade his right by single combat A fâ—â—â—d found in the riuer of Soame A counsill held at Roan against the King of England A speech of the Duke Alanzon against the English The Duke of Berrys answere to Alanzon Yong mens counsails oft-times proue the vtter subuersion both of themselues and others The French King sendeth â—o dare the King of England to Battaile The King of Englands modest answere A Simily of the rising of the French Dauid Gaâ— a great Captaine in that Warre The Duke of Yorke The French scorning the English being so few in respect of their mighty power The ryot in the French Campe the night before the Battell Pondering in hu thoughts hu Fathers comming to the crowne by deposing of the rightfull King Henry the fift caused the body of King Richard to be taken vp where it was meanly buried at Langly and to be layd in Westminster by his first Wife Queene Anne The great are of a wise â—nd pâ—litike aptaine This Sâ—ratâ—gem the ouerthrow of the French The French mis-interpreâ— the flight of Rauens â—ouering ouer there owre 〈…〉 〈…〉 Marshal 〈…〉 of the 〈…〉 ch Arâ—y â—ontaiâ—â—g three 〈…〉 The Marshal ling of the English Army containing fiue Stanzaes The brauery of King Henryes owâ—e Person The scornfull message of the French to the King of England The Kings answer to the French The Constables Oration to the French The King of Englands Oration â—o the English The high 〈…〉 of the King of England Sir Thomas Erpingham gaue the signall to the English A Simily of the French charging the English The three hundred Arâ—hâ—rs lay a in ambush disorder the French men â—â— Armes at the first encounter Two wings of French horse defeated The English Vaâ—â—ard and 〈…〉 Basâ—â—â—â—e charge â—he French 〈…〉 at 〈…〉 Charles de 〈…〉 Constable of F 〈…〉 The A 〈…〉 Thâ— Aâ—miâ—all flâ—â—â—â— The Constable flaine The â—â—â—â—agâ— of Woodhouse remarkâ—able A Simily 〈…〉 the appearance of the Battell The Duke of Burben and â—riâ—ance toâ—â—â— prisoners 〈…〉 of some Guisâ—ard the Daulphine of Aâ—agâ—n The Daulphine of Auerney slaine The Earle 〈…〉 Ewe taken prisoner The Duke of Yorke slaine The King 〈…〉 of the Duk of Yorks 〈…〉 The Kings solution The bloody scuffle betweene the French and English at the ioyning of the two maine Battailes in fiue Sâ—anzaes Called Clâ—eâ— of Brabant The Earle of Suffolke chargeth the Earle of Huntington with breaâ—h of promise A desp 〈…〉 attempt by the Earle of Huntingdon One braue â—â— plâ—ieâ— begerteth another The Earle of Suffolk 〈…〉 The English kill she French with their owne Weapons The Duke of Glocester â—◠〈…〉 by the Duke of Alanzon The King of England in danâ—eâ— to be slanâ— by the Duke of Alanzon Alanzon betten downe by the King of England The King kil leâ—o two Gentlemen that aduenture to â—resene the Duke The Duke Alanzon slaine The Duke Neuers taken prisoner Morrisby and Gam aâ— contention for the Duke of Neueres Morrisby â—â— bâ—auey â—â— Knigh Dauid Gaâ— oft mentioned in this P 〈…〉 The Duke of Excester commeth in with the Reare The Earle of Vandome slaine Sir Thomas Erpingham getteth in with his three hundred Aâ—â—hers The Marshal of France slaine Co 〈…〉 Vadamount The Duke of Brabant a most couragious Prince A bitter exclamation of the Duke of Brabant
against the French Anthony Duke of Brabant sonne to the Duke of Burgundy The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine Many of the French in â—hotr flight get â—â—to an old Fort. The Kings slight answere Woodhouâ—â—â—eereth at the attempt Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse Caâ—tainâ— Gam â—â—aiâ—e For this seruice done by Woodhouse there was an addition of honour giuen him which was a hand holdingâ— club with the word Frappe Fort which is borne by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke to tâ—â—â— day A deuisâ—â—â— Burbons to giue incouragement to the French A Simily of the French Lewis of Burbon taken prisonâ— by a meane souldiour Lewis of Burbon stâ—bd by a Souldier that tooke him prisoner The Lords Dampier an â— Sauesses tataken prisoners Arthur Earle of Richmount taken prisoner The Count du Marle slaine The misery of the French The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs A 〈…〉 of rasâ—al French 〈…〉 the King Englands 〈…〉 The 〈…〉 The English kill 〈…〉 pâ—â—soners Ex 〈…〉 ion The French â—ause of their owne massaâ—hre A discriptiâ—n of the Massacre in the foure following Stanzaes The family of Yorke soughâ— under hand to promoue their title about that time After the second conqueâ—â— of France by Henry the â—ift The Christian Princes seeke to 〈…〉 a peace between 〈…〉 and France A 〈…〉 18 moneths Pooâ—e in this time of â—eacâ—â—â—â—ourâ—th â—â—â—oncludâ— a Marâ—â—age beâ—â—ixt thâ— Lady Margarire and the King his Master Poole taken with the exâ—â—â—ding 〈…〉 â—y of the Princesse He had only the title of these Kingdomes without any lâ—â—â—lyhooâ— Margarite Duk Reyners Daughter A 〈…〉 of a 〈…〉 Amba 〈…〉 our with â—â—e â—â—â—â— of 〈…〉 onely daughter The high praises of the Princesse Margarites beauty Pooleâ— followers placed about the King to work â—â— owne ends The prouinces of France giuen to Duke Reyner for 〈…〉 Daughter Poole created first from an Earle Marque 〈…〉 and afteâ— Duke of Suffolke The people exceedingly râ—pinâ— for the giuing aâ—ay of the Prouinces A Simily Sâ—ffolke Procurator for the King The marriage solemâ—â—zedâ—â—â— the city of Towers The great concourse to honour the Solâ—â—nization Margaret in French signifâ—â—th a Daysâ—e The Queene brauely enteâ—tained in passing through Normandy The King stayeth for the 〈…〉 at Portâ—mouth Great and fearefull Tempests at the comming in of the Queâ—ne The Duke of Yor 〈…〉 discharged of hiâ— Regency in France and the Duke of Sommerset in hâ—â— place A Charractâ—â— of the Duke of Glocester The greatest persons of the Queenes Faâ—â—â—â—â— A Parliamentat Saint Edmunds-Bury The Duke of Gloster aresâ—ed by the high Marshall of England The Duke murthered The pâ—â—pâ—â— mutiny The death oâ— the Duk was the vtter 〈…〉 row of the house of Lâ—â—caster The affaires of England fall tâ— ruinâ—â—pon the death of the Duke The Irish rebell The French â—re vp in A 〈…〉 s. The Norman râ—uolt Townâ—â— in Normandy yâ—elded to th 〈…〉 enemy There had been a formâ— contract betwene the King and th 〈…〉 Earle of Arminacks only Daughter but being by the Duke o 〈…〉 Suffolke annulled cause 〈…〉 â—he Earle â—â—â— after to be â— vowed ene 〈…〉 â—â— the Englis 〈…〉 The commons chargâ—â—he Duke of Sommerset with thâ— lossâ— of Normand Articles of Treason put into the Parliament against the Dukes oâ— Sommerset â—nd Suffolke The Duke of Sufâ—olkeâ—anâ—â—â—ea for sine yâ—â—res The extreame hate the people had to the Duke This ship was as our hystories report called the Nicholas oâ— thâ— tower a ship that belongd to the Duke of Excestâ—r of whom â—nâ— Water was the Captaine The subâ—â—ll policie of the Duke of Yorke The character of Iacke Cads Deriuing his title from Phillip the onely Daughter and heire of Lyonel Duke of Clarence the third sonne of Ed the 3 wedded to Edmund Mortimur Earle of March The Staffordâ— slaine by thâ— Rebels Iacke Cade takes London * The Vulgar The Valiant Talbot slaine Richard Neuill the Father and Richard Neuill the sonne The Duke of Sommerset arested The King reâ—â—uired of a dangerous sicknesse The Queene preuailing against the Duke of York The Duke of Yorke 〈…〉 seth an army in the Marches of Wales The first Battaile at Saâ—â—â— Albans Humfrey Earle of Stafford eldest sonne to the Duke of Buckingham The King crept into a poore Cottage The lawlesse â—surpation of the Yorkâ—stâ— Salsbury made Ch 〈…〉 Warwicke Captaiue of Caâ—â—â—ce Henry Beufoâ—â— Duke of Summerset after the decease of his father Edmond The Duke of Excester taken out of the Sanctuary aâ— Westminster The Duke of Yorke the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke put out of office The Queene had plotted to haue the Duke murthered at Couentry A solemne procession in Pauls by both the factionâ— The Queene inwardly gâ—uching at Warwickes greatnesse Warwick in perill to hauâ— bin slaine passing thâ— street The men of Cheshire â—panâ—â—n the quarreâ—â— The 〈…〉 A great 〈…〉 The Lord A 〈…〉 Eâ—â—â—rd Earl of March eldest sonne to â—â—â— Duke tâ—â— Ea 〈…〉 and Warwicke A Simily A Parliâ—â—ent at 〈…〉 The men of Kent rise with the Torkists The name of Warwicke fearefull to hu enemies A great paâ—â— of the Nobility slaine at Nerthampton The Duke of Yorkeâ— insolence The Queeâ—â— impatient â— the Dukes pride The Dukes oft 〈…〉 ruine The Eâ—rle â—â— Salsbury bâ—â— headeâ— The end of young Rutland The Battaile â—â— Mortiâ—â—â—s Crosse Three sâ—nâ—ey seene at one time Owen Tudorâ— end King Henry left before to the keeping of the Duke of Norfolke and the Earle of Warwicke The Queene getteth the day at Saint Albans The Yorkists Army disâ—omfited at this second Battâ—ll at Saint Albans King Henry of no account The King â—â—etâ— with the Queene and her â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 The cruelty of the Queen King Henry most 〈…〉 The Londoners deny the Queene victuaile for her Army The Duke of Yorke entreth London with applause of the people Edward mâ—â— King by the suffrage of the Commons King Edward 〈…〉 from 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 The Lord Fitzwater and Bastard Neuill slamâ— Warwicke â—â—wâ—â— to reâ—snge his brothers death Warwickes deâ—â—eraâ—e â—â—â— sâ—lutiâ—â— No quarter â—eâ—t at Towton Towton field A miserable defect of the Queenes friends The greateâ—â— slaughter in all that ciuiâ—â— Warre The King and Queen forced to forsake the Land The Earle of Oxford and â—â— Sonne attainted Queene Margarit a womaÌ„ of an â—ndainted spirit The Queene in euery enterprise most vnforâ—â—nate Queene Margarite raiseth â— new Army Sâ—me that â—ad submitted themselues to King Edward â—eâ—olt at king Henrys comming Kin Edward prouideth to resist Queenâ— Margarites comming in The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile of Exhâ—â— Queene Margarites 〈…〉 goes still â—â—â—wrackâ— King Henry and the Queane â—â—â—â— The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile of Exham Queene Margarites perty goes still to â— wracke King Henry and the Queene parâ— King Henry comming dis guised into England is discouered and taken prisoner King Henry was borne the greatest of Christian Kings The pollicie of King Edward Warwick sent into France to intreat for a marriage betwixt King Edward and
doe offer more Of men at Armes and Archers which they presse Of their owne Tenants Arm'd wite their own store Their forwardnesse foreshewes their good successe In such a Warre as had not beene before And other Barrons vnder Earles that were Yet dar'd with them an equall charge to beare Darcy and Camois zealous for the King Louell Fitzwater Willoughby and Rosse Berkely Powis Burrell fast together cling Seymor and Saint-Iohn for the bus'nesse closse Each twenty Horse and forty foote doe bring More to nine hundred mounting in the grosse In those nine Ships and â—itly them bestow'd Which with the other fall into the Road. From Holland Zeland and from Flanders won By weekely pay threescore twelue Bottoms came From fifty vpward to fiue hundred Tunne For eu'ry vse a Marriner could name Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne â—how'd as the Sea had all beene of a flame For Skiffes Crays Scallops the like why these From eu'ry small Creeke couer'd all the Seas The man whose way from London hap'd to lye By those â—e met might guesse the generall force Dayly encountred as he passed by Now with a Troupe of Foote and then of Horse To whom the people still themselues apply Bringing them victuals as in meere remorce And still the acclamation of the presse Saint George for England to your good successe There might a man haue seene in euery streete The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete The Wife with her deare Husband ne'r had done Brother his Brother with adieu to greet One Friend to take leaue of another runne The Mayden with her best belou'd to part Gaue him her hand who tooke away her heart The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue On their coructing Coursers mounted faire One ware his Mistris Garter one her Gloue And he a locke of his deare Ladies haire And he her Collours whom he most did loue There was not one but did some Fauour weare And each one tooke it on his happy speed To make it famous by some Kâ—ightly deed The cloudes of dust that from the wayes arose Which in their March the trampling troups do rearâ— When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose In his descending shining wonderous cleare To the beholder far off standing showes Like some besieged towne that were on fire As though fore-telling e'r they should returne That many a City yet secure must burne The well-rigd Nauy falne into the Road For this short Cut with victuall fully stord The King impatient of their long aboad Commands his Army instantly aboard Casting to haue each company bestow'd As then the time conuenience could afford The Ships appointed wherein they should goe And Boats prepar'd for wastage to and fro To be imbarqu'd when euery band comes down Each in their order as they mustred were Or by the difference of their Armings knowne Or by their Collours for in Ensignes there â—ome wore the Armes of their most ancient towne Others againe their owne Diuises beare There was not any but that more or lesse Somthing had got that somthing should expresse FIrst in the Kentish Stremer was a Wood Out of vvhose top an arme that held a sword As their right Embleme and to make it good They aboue other onely had a word Which was Vnconquer'd as that freest had stood Sussex the next that was to come Aboard Boare a blacke Lyon Rampant sore that bled With a Field-Arrow darted through the head The men of Surry Checky Blew and gold Which for braue Warren their first Earle they wâ— In many a Field that honour'd was of old And Hamshiere next in the same collours bore Three Lyons Passant th' Armes of Benis Bold Who through â—he Woâ—ld so famous was of yore A siluer Tower Dorsets Red Banner beares The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs The Deuonshire Band a Beacon set on fire Sommerset a Virgine Bathing in a Spring Their Cities Armes the men of Glostershire In Gold three Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring Wiltshireâ— Crowned * Piramed As higher Then any other to match to the King Barkeshire a * Stag vnder an Oake that stood Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood The mustred men for Buckingham are gone Vnder the Swan the Armes of that old Towne The Londoners and Middlesex as one Are by the Red Crosse and the Dagger knowne The Men of Essex ouermatcht by none Vnder Queene Hellens Image Marching downe Suffolke a Sunne halfe risâ—n from the brack Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphins backe The souldiers sent from Cambridgeshire a Bay Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower Hartford two Harts that in a riuer play Bedford an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower And Huntington a people proud as they Nor giuing place to any for their power A youthfull Hunter with a Chapâ—et Crown'd In a pyde Lyam leading foorth his Hound Northampton with a Castle seated high Supported by two Lyons thither came The men of Rutland to them marching nie In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram And Lestershire that on their strength relye A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game Lincolne a ship most neatly that was lim'd In all her sailes with Flags and Pennons trim'd Stoâ—â— Warwickshire her ancient badg the Beare Wâ—rster a Peare-tree laden with the fruit A Golden flâ—â—ce and Hereford doth weare Stafford A Hermet in his homely sute Shropshire a Falcon towring in the ayre And for the Shire whose surface seemes most brute Darby an Eagle sitting on a Roote A swathed infant holding in her foote Olde Nottingham an Archer clad in greene Vnder a Tree with his drawne bowe that stood Which in a checkquer'd Flagge farre off was seene It was the picture of old Robin Hood And Lancashire not as the least I weene Thorough three Crowns three arrows smeard wi 〈…〉 blood Cheshire a Banner very square broad Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode A flaming Lance the Yorkeshirâ— men for theâ— As those for Durham neere againe at hand A Myter crowned with a Diadem An armed man the men of Cumberland So Westmerland link'd with it in one Stem A ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand Northumberland with these com'n as a broth 〈…〉 Two Lyons fighting tearing one another Thus as themselues the English men had show'd 〈◊〉 Vnder the Ensigne of each seuerall Shiere The natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow'd To their owne King nor yet lesse valiant were In one strong Reg'ment had themselues bestow'd And of the rest resumed had the Reare To their owne Quarter marching as the rest As neatly Arm'd and brauely as the best Pembrooke a Boat wherein a Lady stood Rowing herselfe within a quiet Bay Those men of South-wales of the mixed blood Had of the Welch the leading of the way Caâ—rmardin in her collours beare a Rood Whereon an
clay And to th' assault who furiously not falls The spade and Pick-Axe working are below Which then vnfelt yet gaue the greatst blow Rampiers of earth the painfull pyoners raise With the walls equall close vpon the Dike To passe by which the souldier that assayes On plankes thrust ouer one him downe doth strike Him with a mall a second English payes â— second French transpearc'd him with a pike That from the height of the embattel'd Towers Their mixed blood ran down the wals in showers A French-man bâ—â—ke into the towne doth fall With a sheafe Arrow shot into the head An English man in scalling of the wall From the same place is by a stone strucke dead Tumbling vpon them logs of wood and all That any way for their defence might sted The hills at hand re-echoing with the din Of shouts without and feareful shrikes within When all at once the English men assaile The French within all valiantly defend And in a first assault if any faile They by a second striue it to amend Out of the towne come quarries thicke as haile As thicke againe their Shafts the English send The bellowing Canon from both sides doth rore With such a noyse as makes the thunder poore Now vpon one side you shall heare a cry And all that Quarter clowded with a smother The like from that against it by and by As though the one were eccho to the other The King and Clarence so their turnes can ply And valiant Gloster showes himselfe their brother Whose Mynes to the besieg'd more mischiefe do Then with th' assaults aboue the other two An old man sitting by the fier side Decrepit with extreamity of Age Stilling his little Grand-childe when it cride Almost distracted with the Batteries rage Sometimes doth speake it faire sometimes doth chide As thus he seekes its mourning to asswage By chance a bullet doth the chimney hit Which falling in doth kill both him and it Whilst the sad weeping Mother sits her downe To giue the little new-borne babe the Pap A lucklesse quarry leuel 〈…〉 Towne Kills the sweete baby sleeping in her lap That with the fright shee falls into a swoone From which awak'd and mad with this mishap As vp a Rrampire shreeking she doth clim Comes a great shot and strikes her lim from lim Whilst a sort runne confusedly to quench Some Pallace burning or some fired Street Cal'd froÌ„ where they were fighting in the Trench They in their way with Balls of wild-fire met So plagued are the miserable French Not aboue head but also vnder feete For the fierce English vowe the Tovvne to take Or of it soone a heape of stones to make Hot is the siege the English comming on As men so long to be kept out that scorne Carelesse of wounds as they were made of stone As with their teeth the walls they would haue torn â—nto a breach who quickly is not gone â— by the next behinde him ouer-borne So that they found a place that gaue them way They neuer car'd what danger therein lay From euery Quarter they their course might ply As 't pleas'd the King them to th' assault to call Now â—n the Duke of Yorke the charge doth lye To Kent and Cornewall then the turne doth fall Then Huntingdon vp to the walles they cry Then Suffolke and then Excester which all In their meane Souldiers habits vs'd to goe Taking such part as them that own'd them â—â—e The men of Harflew rough excursions make Vpon the English in their watchfull Tent Whose courages they to their cost awake With many a wound that often backe them sent So proud a Sally that durst vndertake And then the Chasepell mell amongst them went For on the way such ground of them they win That some French are shut out some English in Nor idely sit our men at Armes the while Foure thousand Horse that eu'ry day goe out And of the Field are Masters many a mile By putting the rebellious French to rout No peasants them with promises beguile Another bus'nesse they were come about For him they take his ransome must redeeme Onely French Crownes the English men esteeme Whilst English Henry lastly meanes to trye By three vast Mines the walls to ouerthrow The French men their approches that espy By countermynes doe meete with them below And as opposed in the workes they lye Vp the Besieged the besiegers blow That stifled quite with powder as with dust Longer to walls they found it vaine to trust Till Gaucourt then and Tuttiuile that were The townes commanders with much perill find The Resolution that the English beare As how their owne to yeelding were enclinde Summon to parly offring franckly there If that ayde came not by a day assignde To giue the town vp might their liues stand freee As for their goods at Henryes will to be And hauing wonne their conduct to the King Those hardy chiefes on whom the charge had laine Thither those well-fed Burgesles doe bring What they had off'red strongly to maintaine In such a case although a dangerous thing Yet they so long vpon their knees remaine That fiue days respight from his Grant they haue Which was the most they for their liues durst craue The time prefixed comming to expire And their reliefe ingloriously delay'd Nothing within their fight but sword and fire And bloody Ensignes eu'ry where display'd The English still within themselues entire When all these things they seriously had way'd To Henryes mercy found that they must trust For they perceiu'd their owne to be vniust The Ports are opened weapons layd aside And from the vvalles th'artillery displac'd The Armes of England are aduanc'd in pride The watch tower with Saint Georges banner grac'd Liue England Henry all the people cry'd Into the streets the vvomen run in hast Bearing their little children for whose sake They hop'd the King would the more mercy take The gates thus widned vvith the breath of vvar Their ample entrance to the English gaue There was no doore that then had any bar For of their owne not any thing they haue When Henry comes on his Emperiall Carre To whom they kneele their liues alone to saue Strucken with wonder when that face they saw Wherein such mercy was vvith so much avve And first themselues the English to secure Doubting what danger might yet be within The strongest Forts and Citadell make sure To shovve that they could keepe as vvell as winne And though the spoyles them wonderously allure To fall to pillage e'r they will beginne They shut each passage by which any power Might be brought on to hinder but an hower That Conquering King which entring at the gâ— Borne by the presie as in the ayre he swamme Vpon the suddaine layes aside his state And of a Lyon is become a Lambe He is not now what he was but of late But on his bare feete to the Church he came By his example as did all the presse To giue God thanks for his
had new found out the way Reuolt from Edward and in Henrys name Call in their friends to ayde him as he came THis noyse of Warre arising from the North In Edwards eares re-ecchoing bidds him stirre And rumour â—ells him if he made not foorth Queene Margarite comm'n he must resigne to her For they were Captaines of especiall worth On whom she did this mighty charge conferre For that her Ensignes she at large displai'd And as she came so still cameâ—n her ayd For which his much lou'd Mountacute he sends With Englands valiant Infantry his Pheres To whose wise guidance he this Warre commends His souldiers expert pickt in sundry sheeres His vtmost strength King Edward now extends Which he must doe or drag'd downe by the eares From his late-gotten scarsely-setled Throâ—e And on his shoulders she remount thereon And Mountacute had scarsely march'd away But he himselfe sets forward with an Host And a strong Nauy likewise doth puruay To scoure the Seas and keepe the Brittish coast Fearing from France fresh succours euery day To ayd Queene Margarit which perplext him most For he perceiu'd his Crowne sate not so sure But might be shak'd should she her Powers procure Now is the Northfild with refulgent Armes Edwards and English Scots Queene Margarit brings The Norths co 〈…〉 this â—reat conâ—ourse warms Their Quarrell 〈…〉 f two great Kings Which oft b 〈…〉 wrought each others harms And from that R 〈…〉 horrour dayly springs And though 〈…〉 od â—â—ey both had speÌ„t before Yet not so much but that there must be more At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Resse With Sir Ralph Percy he who had lately bin Leagu'd with King Edward but then gotten lose Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close That when those Barrons from that conflict fly In Henrys right he brauely dares to dye Which leades along as Tragicall an Act As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde As of their force King Henry little lackt The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood There struck they battell Bowmen Bowmen plide Northerne to Southerne slaughter ceaseth all Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side Could tell to which the Victory would fall But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide That she must come when they shall please to call And in his Cradle Henry had the curse That where he was that side had still the worse This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost Was Summerset surprized in his flight And in pursuing of this scattered Host On Mullins Rosse and Hungerford they light Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost â—nd with these Lords were taken many a Knight Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine For all the aydes this time she should procure Are either taken put to flight or slaine Of nothing else she can her selfe assure That she will leaue her losses to complaine For since she sees that still her friends goe downe She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine â—o get to France the wofull Queene is glad â—here with her Sonne inforced to remaine â—ill other aydes might thence againe be had â—o them that hard necessities constraine â—o set them downe that it doth make me sad Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene Vpon a poore King and a woefull Queene This done King Edward his strong Army sends â—o take those Castles which not long before â—ad beene deliuered to King Henrys friends Which he by sieges makes them to restore â—nd on the borders watchfully attends â—o Henryes ayde that there should come no more But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still At Hegly-heath their skirmishes begin Where two bold Barrons Hungerford and Rosse With Sir Ralph Percy he who had lately bin Leagu'd with King Edward but then gotten lose Striues by all meanes to expiate that sinne To the Lancastrian faction cleaues so close That when those Barrons from that conflict fly In Henrys right he brauely dares to dye Which leades along as Tragicall an Act As since the Warres had euer yet beene playd For Mountacute b'ing fortunately backt By braue King Edwards comming to his ayde As of their force King Henry little lackt The plaine call'd Liuells where the sceane was layd Not farre from Exham neere to Dowills flood That day discolloured with Lancastrians blood There struck they battell Bowmen Bowmen plide Northerne to Southerne slaughter ceaseth all Long the Fight lasted e'r that either side Could tell to which the Victory would fall But to the Yorkists fortune is so tide That she must come when they shall please to call And in his Cradle Henry had the curse That where he was that side had still the worse This lucklesse day by the Lancastrians lost Was Summerset surprized in his flight And in pursuing of this scattered Host On Mullins Rosse and Hungerford they light Which this dayes worke e'r long full dearely cost And with these Lords were taken many a Knight Nor from their hands could Henry hardly shift Had not his guide beene as his Horse was swift Still must Queene Margarites miseries endure This Masse of sorrow markt out to sustaine For all the aydes this time she should procure Are either taken put to flight or slaine Of nothing else she can her selfe assure That she will leaue her losses to complaine For since she sees that still her friends goe downe She will curse Fortune if she doe not frowne Henry to flye to Scotland backe is faine To get to France the wofull Queene is glad There with her Sonne inforced to remaine Till other aydes might thence againe be had So them that hard necessities constraine To set them downe that it doth make me sad Neuer so thicke came miseries I weene Vpon a poore King and a woefull Queene This done King Edward his strong Army sends To take those Castles which not long before Had beene deliuered to King Henrys friends Which he by sieges makes them to restore And on the borders watchfully attends To Henryes ayde that there should come no more But ô behold as one ordain'd to ill The Fate that followes haplesse Henry still For out of some deepe melancholly fit Or otherwise as falne into despaire Or that he was not rightly in his wit Being safe in Scotland and still succour'd there Vpon the suddaine he abandons it And into England Idly entring where He is surprizd and in his enemies power Is by King Edward shut vp in the Tower This hap had Henry who when he was
can And you shall see I le quickly be a man Who me thus answered smiling boy quoth he If you 'le not play the wag but I may see You ply your learning I will shortly reade Some Poets to you Phoebus be my speed Too 't hard went I when shortly he began And first read to me honest Mantuan Then Virgils Eâ—ogues being entred thus Me thought I straight had mounted Pegasus And in his full Careere could make him stop And bound vpon Pernassus by clift-top I scorn'd your ballet then though it were done And had for Finis William Elderton But soft in sporting with this childish iest I from my subiect haue too long digrest Then to the matter that we tooke in hand Ioue and Apollo for the Muses stand That noble Chaucer in those former times The first inrich't our English with his rimes And was the first of ours that euer brake Into the Muses treasure and first spake In weighty numbers deluing in the Mine Of perfect knowledge which he could refine And coyne for currant and as much as then The English language could expresse to men He made it doe and by his wondrous skill Gaue vs much light from his abundant quill And honest Gower who in respect of him Had onely sipt at Aganippas brimme And though in yeares this last was him before Yet fell he far short of the others store When after those foure ages very neare They with the Muses which conuersed were That Princely Surry early in the time Of the Eight Henry who vvas then the prime Of Englands noble youth with him there came Wyat with reuerence whom we still doe name Amongst our Poets Bryan had a share With the two former which accompted are That times best makers and the authors were Of those small Poems which the title beare Of songs and sonnets vvherein oft they hit On many dainty passages of wit Gascoyne and Churchyard after them againe â—n the beginning of Eliza's raine Accoumpted were great Meterers many a day But not inspired with braue fier had they Liu'd but a little longer they had seene Their workes before them to haue buried beene Graue morrall Spencer after these came on Then whom I am perswaded there was none Since the blind Bard his Iliads vp did make Fitter a taske like that to vndertake To set downe boldly brauely to inuent In all high knowledge surely excellent The noble Sidney vvith this last arose That Heroe for numbers and for Prose That throughly pac'd our language as to show The plentcous English hand in hand might goe With Greeke and Latine and did first reduce Our tongue from Lillies vvriting then in vse Talking of Stones Stars plants of Fishes Flyes Playing with wordes and idle Similes As th' English Apes and very Zanies be Of euery thing that they doe heare and see So imitating his ridiculous tricks They spake and Writ all like meere lunatiques Then Warner though his lines were not so trim'd Nor yet his Poem so exactly lim'd And neatly ioynted but the Criticke may Easily reproue him yet thus let me say For my old friend some passages there be In him vvhich I protest haue taken me With almost wonder so fine cleere and new As yet they haue beene equalled by few Noat Barlow bathed in the Thespian springâ— Had in him those braue translunary things That the first Poets had his raptures were All Ayre and fire which made his verses cleere For that fine madnes still he did retaine Which rightly should possesse a Poets braine And surely Nashe though he a Proser were A branch of Laurell yet deserues to beare Sharpely Satiricke was he and that way He went since that his being to this day Few haue attempted and I surely thinke Those words shall hardly be set downe with inke Shall scorch and blast so as his could where he Would inflict vengeance and be it said of thee Shakespere thou hadst as smooth a Comicke vaine â—itting the socke and in thy naturall braine As strong conception and as cleere a rage As any one that traffiqu'd with the stage Amongst these Samuel Daniel whom if I May speake of but to censure doe denie Onely haue heard some wise men him rehearse To bee too much Historian in verse His rimes were smooth his meeâ—ers well did close But yet his manner better fitted prose â—ext these learn'd Iohnson in this List I bring Who had drunke deepe of the Pierian spring Whose knowledge did him worthily prefer â—nd long was Lord here of the Theater Who in opinion made our learnd'st to sticke Whether in Poems rightly dramatique â—trong Seneca or Plautus he or they â—hould beare the Buskin or the Socke away Others againe here liued in my dayes That haue of vs deserued no lesse praise For their translations then the daintiest wit Thaâ— on Parnassus thinks he highest doth sit And for a chaire may mongst the muses call As the most curious maker of them all Aâ— reuerent Chapman who hath brought to vs Musaeus Homer and Hesiodus Our of the Greeke and by his skill hath reard Them to that height and to our tongue endear'd Thaâ— were those Poets at this day aliue To â—â—e their bookes thus with vs to suruiue They would thinke hauing neglected them so long They â—ad bin written in the English tongue And Siluester who from the French more weakâ— Maâ—e Bartas of his sixe dayes labour speake In naturall English who had he there stayd He had done wâ—ll and neuer had bewraid His owne inuention to haue beene so poore Who still wrote lesse in striuing to write more â—hen dainty Sands that hath to English done Smouth sliding Ovid and hath made him run With so much sweetnesse and vnusuall grace As though the neatnesse of the English pace Should tell the letting Latine that it came But slowly after as though stiffe and lame So Scotland sent vs hither for our owne That man whose name I euer would haue knownâ— To stand by mine that most ingenious Knight My Alexander to whom in his right I want extreamely yet in speaking thus I doe but shew the loue that was twixt vs And not his numbers which were braue and hie So like his minde was his cleare Poesie And my deare Drummond to whom much â— owe For his much loue and proud I was to know His Poesie for which two worthy men I Meâ—stry still shall loue and Hauthâ—rne-den Then the two Beamounts and my Browne arose My deare companions whom I freely chose My bosome friends â— and in their severall wayes Rightly borne Poets and in these last dayes Men of much note and no lâ—sse nobler parts Such as haue freely told to me their hearts As I haue mine to them but if you shall Say in your knowledge that these be not all Haue writ in numbers be inform'd that I Onely myselfe to these few men doetye Whose workes oft printed set on euery post To publique censure subiect haue bin most For such whose Poems be they nere so rare In priuate
Bona the French Queens sister The Dutchesse of Bedford after Iohn her husbands deceasâ— was wâ—ddedâ—â— Sir Richard Wooquile Knight whosâ— daughter â—â—â— Lady was Her husband slain at Saint Albans on the â—â—â—gâ— part 〈…〉 King 〈…〉 Warwicke deeply diâ—â—â—â—bles his dis 〈…〉 a George second brother to King Edward and by him 〈…〉 Duke of Clarence b Warwicke by his Agents had stirred vp this rebellion in the North he himselfe being at Calliâ—â— thâ— it might sâ—â—â—â— not to be done by him they had to their Captaines Henry Fitz-Hugh Henry Neuil and Sir Iohn Coniers c The Earâ—e of Penbroke and hâ—â— brother Richard Herbert ouerthrowne at Banbury field d These Râ—bâ—ls had to their Captain one whom they termed Robin of Rids dale The Earle Riuers was Father to the Lady Gray then Queene of England f The Earle â—aketh the King prisoner at â—â—lney in Warwickeshirâ— entring open this campe 〈…〉 the â—â—ght g They had to their Captaine Robert Wâ—lls sonnâ— to the Lord Wâ—lles T 〈…〉 field h The Lord Vaucleere a Gascoyne borne i A knowne Port Towne of Normandy k A Towne where the French King lay l 〈…〉 The Queeneâ— speech to the Earle in the soure following Stanzaes Barron â—â—ulcoâ— bringe was brother to Richard Neâ—â—ll Earle of Salsbury and Richard Earl of Warwicke Iohn Marquesse Mounâ—acute were Sonnes to the sayd Earle Warwickes reply in the two following Stanzaes Prince Edward affyed to Anne the Earle of Warwicks daughter Warwicke makes preparation for a â—â—w Warre Warwicke so famous that he was seene with wonder A Simile Warwick driueth King Edward out of the Kingdome Warwicke takes Kiâ— Henry the T 〈…〉 King Edward and his adherents aiâ—aiâ—ted by act of Parliament Queene Margarite neuer sees any thing that might giue her comfort The Duke of Burgondy brother in Law to King Edward so was â—he 〈…〉 King Henry by his Grand mother being the daughter of Iohn of Gaunt Torke yeelded vp to King Edward Succoursâ—onâ—â—â—ing into Edward King Edward sets downe hâ— Army besoâ— Couentry daring Warwicke to the field Clarence 〈…〉 his father in Law the Earle of Warwicke Warwicke followes the King towards London King Edward â—â—ts â—â—â— of London 〈…〉 The Armies meet at Barâ—t * The Armes of England Warwickes high 〈…〉 The Earle of Warwicke â—is brother Marquesse Mountacute â—aine â—hat very day â—hat Warwick â—as slaine the Queene â—ands â—he Queenes â—eech heaâ—ng of Warwicks defeat 〈…〉 the three â—ollowing â—anzaes Cause of new sorrow to the Queene The remnant of the Army which escaped aâ— Barnet resort to the Queene The Queene encouraged by her friends The Armies meete at Tukesbury A place ill â—â—osen on the Queenes part A bloody battell The Queeneâ— Army ouerthrowne Prince Edward taken prisoner Vpon the Kings Proclamation of a great reward to him that could bring him 〈…〉 As also of the Princes safety Sir Richard Crosts is won to discouer his prisoners Prince Edward stabd to death Queene Margarite gets into a poore Cell Lewis of France Duke Rayner â—â—dâ—â—th himselfe to rans 〈…〉 his Daughter The Earle of Gloster after Richard the third The Furies fetcha from hell to bring the World to â—â—d A description of the furies â—â—e Mooneâ—lfe beg â—t the diuell The prodigious signs that foreran the birth of the Moone-Calfe A description of the Moon Calfe Mother Red-Capâ— talâ— The moraliâ—y of mother Red-Caps tale The morallity of mother Bumbyes â—alâ— The morality of mother Howlets tale Gammer Gurtons tale The morallity of Mother Gurtons * The nearest harbour of Spaine An I le for the abundeâ— of wine supposed to be the habitaâ— on of B 〈…〉 * An I le for the abâ—ndance â—f Wine supposed to bee the habitatiâ—n of Bacchus
Mr. MICHAELL DRAYTON vpon his Poems SONNET VVHat lofly Trophyes of eternall Fame England may vaunt thou do'st erect to her Yet forced to confesse yea blush for shame That she no honour doth on thee confer How't would become her would she learne to know Once to requite thy Heauen-borne Art and zeale Or at the least her selfe but thankefull showe Her ancient Glories that do'st still reueale Sing thou of Loue thy strains like powerful charmes Enrage the bosome with an amorous fire And when againe thou lik'st to sing of Armes The Coward thou with courage do'st inspire But when thou com'st to touch our Sinfull Times Then Heauen farre more then Earth speakes in thy Rimes Iohn Reynolds THE BATTAILE OF AGJN COVRT CEas'd was the Thunder of those Drums view which wak'd Th' affrighted French their miseries to At Edwards name which to that houre still quak'd Their Salique Tables to the ground that threw Yet were the English courages not slak'd But the same Bowes and the same Bladeâ— they drew With the same Armes those weapons to aduance Which lately lopt the Flower de liz of France Henry the fift that man made out of fire Th' Imperiall Wreath plac'd on his Princely browe His Lyons courage stands not to enquire Which way old Henry came by it or how At Pomfret Castell Richard should expire What 's that to him he hath the Garland now Let Bullenbrooke beware how he it wan For Munmouth meanes to keepe it if he can That glorious day which his great Father got Vpon the Percies calling to their ayde The Valiant Dowglas that Herculian Scot When for his Crowne at Shrewsbury they playde Had quite dishartned eu'ry other plot And all those Tempests quietly had layd That not a cloud did to this Prince appeare No former King had seene a skie so cleere Yet the rich Clergy felt a fearefull Rent In the full bosome of their Church whilst she A Monarchesse immeasurably spent Lesse then she was and thought she might not be By Wickliffe and his followers to preuent The growth of whose opinions and to free That foule Aspersion which on her they layd She her strong'st wits must stir vp to her ayde When presently a Parliament is cal'd To set things steddy that stood not so right But that thereby the poore might be inthral'd Should they bee vrg'd by those that were of might That in his Empire equitie enstaul'd It should continue in that perfect plight Wherefore to Lester he tâ— ' Assembly drawes There to Inact those necessary Lawes In which one Bill mongst many there was red Against the generall and superfluous waste Of temporall Lands the Laity that had fed Vpon the Houses of Religion caste Which for defence might stand the Realme in sted Where it most needed were it rightly plac'd Which made those Church-men generally to feare For all this calme some tempest might be near And being right skilfull quickly they foresawe No shallow braines this businesse went about Therefore with cunning they must cure this flawe For of the King they greatly stood in doubt Lest him to them their opposites should drawe Something must be thrust in to thrust that out And to this end they wisely must prouide One this great Engine Clearkly that could guide Chichley that sate on Canterburies See A man well spoken grauely stout and wise The most select then thought of that could be To act what all the Prelacy deuise For well they knew that in this bus'nesse he Would to the vtmost straine his faculties Him lift they vp their maine streÌ„gth to proue By some cleane slight this libell to remoue His braine in labour gladly foorth would bring Somewhat that at this needfull time might fit The sprightly humour of this youthfull King If his inuention could but light of it His working soule proâ—â—cteth many a thing Vntill at length out of the strength of wit He found a warre with France must bee the vvay To dash this Bill else threatning their decay Whilst vacant minds sate in their breasts at eaâ— And the remembrance of their Conquests past Vpon their fansies doth so strongly sease As in their teeth their Cowardise is cast Rehearsing to them those victorious dayes The deeds of which beyond their names should laâ— That after ages reading what was theiâ—s Shall hardly thinke those men had any Heires And to this point premeditating well A speech which chanc'd the very point to cleauâ— Aym'd whatsoeuer the successe befell That it no roomth should for a second leaue More of this Tittle then in hand to tell If so his skill him did not much deceiue And ' gaiust the King in publike should appeareâ— Thus frames his speech to the Assembly there PAâ—don my boldnes my Liedge Soueraigne Lâ— Nor your Dread presence let my speech offer Your milde attention fauourably affoord Which such cleere vigour to my spirit shall lend That it shall set an edge vpon your Sword To my demand and make you to attend Asking you why men train'd to Armes you â—â— Your right in France yet suffering still to sleepâ— Can such a Prince be in an Iland pent Anâ— poorely thus shut vp within a Sea When as your right includes that large extent To 〈…〉 Alpes your Empire forth to lay Can he be English borne and is not bent To follow you appoint you but the way We'â—e wade if we want ships the waues to climme In one hand hold ouâ— swords with th' other swim What time coÌ„trouls your braue great graÌ„dsirs claim To th'Realme of France from Philip nam'd the faire Which to King Edward by his mother came Queene Isaebel that Philips onely heire Which this short intermission doth not maime But if it did as he so yours repaire That where his blood in right preuailed not In spight of hell yet by his Sword he got What set the Conquerour by their Salique Lawes Those poore decrees their Parliaments could make He entred on in iustnesse of his Cause To make good what he dar'd to vndertake And once in Action he stood not to pause But in vpon them like a Tempest brake And downe their buildings with such fury bare That they from mists dissolued were to ayre As those braue Edwards Father and the Sonne â—â— Conquer'd Cressy with successefull lucke Where first all France as at one game they wonne Neuer two Warriours such a Battaile strucke That when the bloody dismall fight was done Here in one heape there in another Rucke Princes and peasants lay together mixt The English Swords no difference knew betwixt There Leweâ— King of Beame was ouerthrowne With valiant Charles of France the yonger brother A Daulphine and two Dukes in pieces hewen To them sixe Earles lay slaine by one another her the grand Prior of France fetcht his last groaâ— Two Archbishops the boistrous croud doth smotheâ— There fifteene thousand of their Gentrie dy'de With each two Souldiers slaughtered by his sidâ— Nor the Blacke