come to sway He would put faire as euer man did yet Vpon the height of Fortunes whâ—ele to sit Loue and Ambition spurre hâ—â— in such sort As that alone t' accomplish hâ—â— desire To fall with Phaeton he would thinke it sport Though he should set the Vnlâ—â—â—sâ— on â—ire Nor recks he what the world of him report He must scorne that who will dare to aspier For through the aire his wings him way shal make Though in his fall the frame of heauen he shake Reyner descended from the Royall stem Of France the Duke of Anâ—oâ— stiled King Of Naples Cicil and Ierusalem Although in them he had not any thing But the poore title of a Diadem Seing by Suffolke greater hopes to spring Puts on his Daughter that great Lord to please Of Englands Counsailes who kept all the keyes But strange encounters strongly him oppose In his first entrance to this great Designe Those men were mighty that against him rose And came vpon him with a Countermine That he must now play cunningly or lose Cunning they were against him that combine Plot aboue plot doth straine aloft to tower The conflict great twixt pollicy and power For Humfrey Duke of Gloster stil'd the good Englands Protector sought a match to make â—â—th a faire Princesse of as Royal blood The Daughter of the Earle of Arminake And hâ—â— crown'd Nephew but stout Suffolke stood Still for his Mistresse nor will her forsake But make her Henryes Queene in spight of all Or she shall rise or Suffolke sweares to fall By the French faction when she vp is cryde Of all Angellique excellence the Prime Who was so dull that her not Deifide To be the onely Master-piece of time The prayse of her extended is so wide As that thereon a man to heauen might clime All tongues and eares inchanted with delite When they doe talke or heare of Margarite And those whom Poole about his Prince had plac'd And for his purpose taught the tricks of Court To this great King and many a time had grac'd To make his eares more apt for their report â—auing the time most diligently trac'd â—nd saw these things successiuely to sort Strike in a hand and vp together beare To make faire Margarite Musicke in his eare Aniou a Dutchy Mayne a Countrey great Of which the English long had beene possest â—nd Mauns a city of no small receite â—o which the Duke pretended interest â—or the conclusion when they came to treate â—nd things by Poole were to the vtmost prest Are to Duke Reyner reudred vp to hold To buy a Hellen thus a Troy was sold When of an Earle a Marquesse Poole is made â—hen of a Marquesse is a Duke created â—or he at east in Fortunes lap was layd â—o glorious actions wholly consecrated Hard was the thing that he could not perswade â—n the Kings fauour he was so instated Without his Suffolke who could not subsist So that he ruled all things as he list This with a strong astonishment doth strike â—h'amazed world which knew not what to say What liuing man but did the act mislike â—f him it did not vtterly dismay â—hat what with blood was bought at push of pike Got in an age giu'n in an houre away Some largely speake and some againe are dumbe WoÌ„dring what would of this straÌ„ge world become As when some dreadfull Comet doth appeare Athwart thâ— hâ— aâ—eÌ„ thaâ— throws his threatning light The peaceful people that at quiet were Stand with wild gâ—zâ—s wond'ring at the sight Some War some Plâ—gues so 〈…〉 faâ—â—in greatly feare Some falls of Kingdomes or of 〈…〉 of migâ—t The grieued people thus their iudgements spend Of these strange Actions what should be the end When Suffolke Procurator for the King Is sâ—â—p'd for France t'â—spouse the beautious Bride And fitted to the full of euery thing Followed with Englands Gallantâ—y and pride As fresh as is the brauery of the Spring Comming to Towers there sumptâ—oâ—sl affide This one whose like no age had seene before Whose eyes out-shone the Iewels that she wore Her reucrent Parents ready in the place As oneâ—ioy'd this happy day to sâ—e The King and Queene the Nuptials there to grace On them three Dukes as then attendâ—nts be Seuen Earles 〈…〉 Barrons in their â—quâ—pace And twenty Bishops whâ—â—â—â— that onely she Like to the Roâ—â— morning towards the rise Cheeres all the Church as it doth cheere the skiâ—â— Tâ—â—umphaâ—l Aâ—ches the glad Towne doth raise And sâ—lts and Turâ—â—ys are 〈…〉 at Court Conceited Masks 〈…〉 Banqâ—eâ—s witty playes 〈…〉 them many a pretty sport â—oâ—ts write Prothalamions in their praise â—ntill mens eares were cloyd with the report Of either sexe and who doth not delight To weare the Daysie for Queene Margarite The Tryumphs ended he to England goes With this rich Gem allotted him to keepe 〈…〉 ill entertained with most sumptuous showes â—n passing thorough Normandy to Diâ—pe Where like the Sea the concourse dayly flowes â—or her departure whilst sad France doth weepe And that the ships their crooked Anchors waide By which to England she must be conuayd And being fitted both for Winde and Tide Out of the Harbour flyes this goodly Fleet â—nd for faire Portsmouth their straight course they plyd Where the King stayd his louely Bride to meete â—onder she comes when as the people cryd Busie with Rushâ—s strevâ—ing euery streete The brainelesse Vulgar little vnderstand The Horrid plagues that ready were to Laâ—d Which but to soone all-seeing heauen foretold For shee was scarsely safely put a Shore â—â—t that the skies ô wondrous to behold Orespred with lightning hideously doth rore The furious winds with one another scold Neuer such Tempests had beene seene before With sudden floods whose villages were drown'd Steeples with earthquaks tumbled to the ground VVHeÌ„ to their purpose thiÌ„gs to pass wer broght And these two braueaÌ„bitious spirits wer me The Queene and Duke now frame their working though Into their haÌ„dâ— the Soueraignty to get For soon they found the King could not be wrought Vp to their ends nature so low had set His humble heart that what they would obtaine T is they must do'â— by collour of his Raigne And for they found the grieued commons grutcâ— Aâ— this which Suffolke desperately had done Who for the Queene had parted with so much Thereby yet nothing to the Realme had wonne And those that spur'd the people on were such As to oppose them openly begunne Therefore by them some great ones down must go Which if they mist of they themselues must so Yorke then which had the Regency in France They force the King ignobly to displace Thereto the Duke of Summerset t' aduance Their friend and one of the Lancastrian Race For they betwixt them turnd the wheele of Chanâ—â— T is they cry vp t is they that doe abase He 's the first man they purpos'd to remoue The onely Minion of the peoples
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
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
the English on that fatall ground When as to ours their number was but small And with braue Spirits France ne'r did more abound â—et oft that Battaile into minde I call Whereas of ours one man seemd all one wound I instance this yet humbly here submit My selfe to fight if you shall thinke it fit The Marshall and the Constable about To second what this sager Duke had sayd The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out Gainst their opinions so that ouer-sway'd Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt Alanzon as an Oracle obey'd And not a French then present but doth sweare To kill an English if ynow there were A Herault posted presently away The King of England to the field to dare To bid him cease his spoyle nor to delay Gainst the French power his forces but prepare For that King Charles determin'd to display His bloody Ensignes and through France declare The day and place that Henry should set dowâ— In which their Battails should dispose the croâ— The newes to Henry by the Herault brought As one dispassion'd soberly quoth he Had your King pleas'd we sonâ—r might haue fouâ— For now my souldiers much enfeebled bee Nor day nor place for Battaile shall be sought By English Henry but if he seeke me I to my vtmost will my selfe defend And to th' Almighties pleasure leaue the end The brute of this intended Battaile spred The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes And in the French that daring boldnesse bred Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes â—hinking the English downe so farre to tred â— past that day ne'r more to rise in Armes T'ext rpe the name if possible it were At least not after to be heard of there As when you see the enuious Crow espie â—omething that she doth naturally detest â—ith open throat how she doth squall and cry â—nd from the next Groue she doth call the rest â—nd they for those beyond them bawling flye â—ll their foule noyse doe all the ayre infest Thus French the French to this great Battaile call Vpon their swords to see the English fall And to the King when seriously one told â—ith what an host he should encountred be â—m noting well the King did him behold 〈…〉 the reporting Merrily quoth hee â—y Liedge I 'le tell you if I may be bold â—e will diuide this Army into three One part we 'll kill the second prisoners stay And for the third we 'll leaue to runne away But for the Foe came hourely in so fast â—st they his Army should disordred take â—e King who wisely doth the worst forecast â—s speedy march doth presently forsake â—o such forme and his Battalion cast â—t doe their worst they should not eas'ly shake For that his scouts which Forrag'd had the coast Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host On which ere long the English Vauward light Which Yorke of men the brauest doth command When either of them in the others sight He caus'd the Army instantly to stand As though preparing for a present fight And rideth foorth from his couragious Band To view the French whose numbers ouer spread The troubled countrey on whose earth they treâ— Now were both Armies got vpon that ground As on a stage where they their strengths must try Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wou 〈…〉 Ther 's many a soule into the ayre must fly Meane while the English that some ease had found By the aduantage of a Village nie There set them downe the Battell to abide When they the place had strongly fortiside Made drunk with pride the haughty French disâ— Lesse then their owne a multitude to view Nor aske of God the victory to gaine Vpon the English wext so poore and few To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine And lastly to that insolence they grew Quoyts Lots and Dice for Englishmen to cast And sweare to pay the Battaile being past For knots of corde to eu'ry towne they send The Captiu'd English that they caught to bind For to perpetuall slau'ry they intend Those that aliue they on the Field should find â—o much as that they fear'd lest they should spend â—oo many English wherefore they assignd Some to keepâ— fast those faine that would be gon After the Fight to try their Armes vpon One his bright sharp edg'd Semiter doth showe Off'ring to lay a thousand crownes in pride â—hat he two naked English at one blowe â—ound backe to backe will at the wasts diuide â—ome bett his sword will do 't some others no â—fter the Battaile and they 'll haue it tride Another wafts his Blade about his head And shews them how their haÌ„strings he will shread They part their prisoners passing them for debt â—nd in their Ransome raâ—ibly accord â—o a Prince of ours a Page of theirs they set â—nd a French Lacky to an English Lord â—s for our Gentry them to hyre they 'll let â—nd as good cheape as they can them afford Branded for slaues that if they hapt to stray Knowne by the marke them any one might stay And cast to make a Chariot for the King â—ainted with Antickes and ridiculous toyes â— which they meane to Paris him to bring â—o make sport to their Madames and their boyes â—nd will haue Rascalls Rimes of him to sing â—â—de in his mock'ry and in all these ioyes They bid the Bells to ring and people cry Before the Battaile France and Victory And to the King and Daulphine sent away Who at that time residing were in Roane To be partakers of that glorious day Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne Lest that of them ensuing dayes should say That for their safety they forsooke their owne When France did that braue victory obtaine That shall her lasting'st Monument remaine The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles Not dar'd by doubt and lesse appaul'd by dread Of their Arm'd pikes some sharpning are the pyle The Archer grinding his barb'd Arrow head Their Bils blades some whetting are with File And some their Armours strongly Reuited Some poynting stakes to sticke into the grounâ— To guard the Bow-men their Horse to wounâ— The night fore-running this most dreadfull daâ— The French that all to iollity incline Some fall to dancing some againe to play And some are drinking to this great Designe But all in pleasure spent the night away The tents with lights the fields with bon-fires shiâ— The common Souldiers free-mens catches singâ— With shouts and laughter al the Camp doth riâ— The wearied English watchfull o'r their Foes The depth of night then drawing on so fast That faine a little would themselues repose With thankes to God doe take that small repast Which that poore Village willingly bestowes And hauing plac'd their Sentinels at last They fall to prayer and in their Cabins blest T'refresh their spirits then tooke them to their rest In his Pauillion Princely HENRY lay'd Whilst all his Army round about him slept His restlesle head
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
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
Prince at Poyters battaile foughâ— Short of his Father and himselfe before Her King and Prince that prisoners hither brougâ— From forty thousand weltring in their gore That in the worlds opinion it was thought France from that instant could subsist no more The * Marshall and the * Constable there â—laine Vnder the Standard in that battaile ta'ne Nor is this claime for women to succeed Gainst which they would your right to France deâ— baâ— A thing so new that it so much should need Such opposition as though fetcht from farre By Pepin this is prou'd as by a deed Deposing Cheldricke by a fatall warre By Blythyld dat'd his title to aduance Daughter to Clothar first so nam'd of France Hugh Capet who from Charles of Lorayne tooâ— The Crown of France that he in peace might raigâ— As heire to Lingard to her title stooke Who was the daughter of King Charlemaine So holy Lowes poring on his booke Whom that Hugh Capet made his heire againe From Ermingard his Graâ—daâ—â— claimd the crown Duke Charles his caughter wrongfully put down Nor thinke my Liege a fitter time then this You could haue found your title to aduance â—t the full height when now the faction is â—'wixt Burgoyne and the house of Orleance Your purpose you not possibly can misse â— for my Lord so luckily doth chance That whilst these two in opposition stand You may haue time your Army there to land And if my fancy doe not ouerpresse â—y visuall sence me thinkes in euery eye â— see such cheere as of our good successe â— France hereafter seemes to Prophecie Thinke not my Soueraigne my Alegiance lesse Quoth he my Lords nor doe you misaply My words thus long vpon this subiect spent Who humbly here submit to your assent THis speech of his that powerful Engine prou'd Then e'r our Fathers got which rais'd vs hier The Clergies feare that quietly remou'd And into France transferd our Hostile fier â— made the English through the world belou'd â—hat durst to those so mighty things aspire And gaue so cleare a luster to our fame That neighboring nations trembled at our name When through the house this rumor scarsely râ— That warre with France propounded was againe In all th' assembly there was not a man But put the proiect on with might and maine So great applause it generally wan That else no bus'nesse they would entertaine As though their honour vtterly were lost If this desine should any way be crost So much mens minds now vpon France were sâ— That euery one doth with himselfe forecast What might fall out this enterprise to let As what againe might giue it wings of hast And for they knew the French did still abet The Scot against vs which we vs'd to tast It question'd was if it vvere fit or no To conquer them ere we to France should goe Which Raulph then Earle of Westmerland propoâ— Quoth he with Scotland let vs first begin By which we are vpon the North inclos'd And lockt with vs one Continent within Then first let Scotland be by vs dispos'd And with more ease yee spatious France may winâ— Else of our selues ere we our ships can cleere To land in France they will invade vs here Not so braue Neuill Excester replies For that of one tvvo labours were to make For Scotland wholly vpon France relies First Conquer France and Scotland yee may take â—is the French pay the Scot to them that tyes That stopt asunder quickly ye shall shake The French and Scots to France then first say I First first to France then all the commons cry And instantly an Embassy is sent To Charles of France to will him to restore â—hose Territories of whose large extent The English Kings were owners of before Which if he did not and incontinent The King would set those English on his shore That in despight of him and all his might Should leaue their liues there or redeeme his right First Normandy in his demaund he makes With Aquitane a Dutchy no lesse great Aniou and Mayne with Gascoyne which he takes Cleerely his owne as many an English seat With these proud France he first of all awakes â—or their deliuery giuing power to treat For vvell he knew if Charles should these restore No King of France was euer left so poore The King and Daulphin to his proud demand â—at he might see they no such matter ment â— a thing sitter for his youthfull hand â— Tunne of Paris Tennis Balls him sent â—tter himselfe to make him vnderstand â—riding his ridiculous intent â— And that was all the answere he could get Which more the King doth to this Conquest â—heâ— That answering the Ambassadour quoth he Thanks for my Bals to Charles your Soueraign giâ— And thus Assure him and his sonne from me I 'le sâ—nd him Bals and Rackets if I liue That they such Râ—câ—et shall in Paris see When ouer line with Bâ—â—dies I shall driue As that before the set be fully done France may perhap into the Hâ—zzard runne So little doth luxurious France fore see By her disdaine vvhat shee vpon her drew In her most brauâ—â—y sâ—eâ—ing then to bee The punishment that shortly should ensue Which so incenst the English King that he For full reuenge into that fury grew That those three horroâ—s Famine Sword and Fâ— Could not suffice to satisfie his ire In all mens mouthes novv was no word but wâ— As though no thing had any other name And folke would aske of them ariu'd from farre What forces were preparing whence they came â— Gainst any bus'nesse 't was a lawfull barre To say for France they were and ' t vvas a shame For any man to take in hand to doe Ought but something that did belong theretoâ— Old Armours are drest vp and new are madeâ— Iacks are in vvorking and strong shirts of Male He scovvers an * old Foxe he a bilbow blade Novv Shields and Targets onely are for sale Who works for waâ—re now thriueth by his Trade The brown-Bill and the Battle-Axe preuaile The curious Fletcher fits his well-strung Bowe And his barb'd Arrow which he sets to showe Tents and Pauillions in the fields are pitcht â—â— full wrought vp their Roomthynesse to try Windowes and Towers with Ensines are inricht With ruffing Banners that doe braue the skie Wherewith the wearied Labourer bewitcht To see them thus hang wauing in his eye His toylsome burthen from his back doth throw And bids them work that wil to France hee 'l go Rich Sadles for the Light-horse and the Bard For to be brau'st ther 's not a man but plyes Plumes Bandroules aâ—d Caparizons prepar'd Whether of two and men at Armes diuise The Greaues or * Guyses were the surer guard The Vambrasse or the Pouldron they should prize And where a stand of Pikes plac't close or large Which way to take aduantage in the Charge One traynes his Horse another trayles his Pike He with his Pole
that first did them inuent Both armies fit and at the point to fight The French assuring of themselues the day Send to the King of England as in spight To know what he would for his Ransome pay Who with this answere doth their scorne requite â—pray thee Herault wish the French to stay And e'r the day be past I hope to see That for their Ransomes they shall send to mee The French which found how little Henry makes â—f their vaine boasts as set therewith on fire Whilst each one to his Ensigne him betakes â—he Constable to raise his spleene the hyer â—hus speaks Braue frieÌ„ds now for your Grandsires saks â—our countrys honor or what may inspire Your souls with courage strain vp all your power To make this day victoriously ours Forward stout French your vallours and aduance â—y taking vengeance for our Fathers slaine â—nd strongly fixe the Diadem of France Which to this day vnsteadâ— doth remaine Now with your swords their Traitors bosoms lance â—nd with their bloods wash out that ancient staine And make our earth drunke with the English gore Which hath of ours oft surfetted before Let not one liue in England once to tell â—hat of their King or of the rest became Nor to the English what in France befell But what is bruted by the generall fame But now the Drums began so loud to yell As cut off further what he would declame And Henry seeing them on so fast to make Thus to his Souldiers comfortably spake THinke but vpon the iustnesse of our cause And he 's no man their number that will wâ— Thus our great Grandsire purchas'd his applause The more they are the greater is our prey We 'll hand in hand wade into dangers iawes And let report to England this conuey That it for me no ransome e'r shall rayse Either I l'e Conquer or here end my dayes It were no glory for vs to subdue Them then our number were the French no moâ— When in one battaile twice our Fathers flew Three times so many as themselues before But to doe something that were strange and new Wherefore I aske you Came we to this shore Vpon these French our Fathers wan renowâ— And with their swords we 'l hew yan forrest dâ— The meanest Souldier if in fight hee take The greatest Prince in yonder Army knowne Without controule shall him his prisoner make And haue his ransome freely as his owne Now English lyes our honour at the stake And now or neuer be our valour showne God our cause Saint George for England sta 〈…〉 Now charge them English fortune guide yoâ— haâ— When hearing one wish all the valiant men At home in England with them present were The King makes answere instantly againe I would not haue one man more then is here â—â—e subdue lesse should our praise be then â—euer come lesse losse shall England beare And to our numbers we should giue that deed Which must from Gods own powerfull hand proceed The dreadful charge the drums trumpets sound With hearts exalted though with humbled eyes When as the English kneeling on the ground Extend theâ—r hands vp to the glorious skies Then from the earth as though they did rebound â—iue as fire immediatly they rise And such a shrill shoute from their thrâ—ats they sent As made the French to stagger as they went Wherwith they stopt when Erpingham which led 〈…〉 e Army saw the shout had made them stand 〈…〉 ting his warder thrice about his head â—e cast it vp with his auspitious hand â—hich was the signall through the English spread â—hat they should charge which as a dread coÌ„mand Made them rush on yet with a second rore Frighting the French worse then they did before But when they saw the enemy so slowe â—hich they expected faster to come on 〈…〉 e scattering shot they sent out as to showe 〈…〉 their approach they onely stood vpon â—hich with more feruour made their rage â—o glow â— much disgrace that they had vnder-gone Which to amend with Ensignes let at large Vpon the English furiously they charge At the full Moone looke how th'vnweldy Tyde Shou'd by some Tempest that from Sea doth rise At the full height against the ragged side Of some rough Cliffe of a Giganticke sise Foming with rage impetuously doth ride The angry French in no lesse furious wise Of men at Armes vpon their ready Horse Assayle the English to disperse their force When as those Archers there in ambush layd Hauing their broad side as they came along With their barb'd Arrows the French Horses pay And in their â—lankes like cruell Hornets stong They kick and cry of late that proudly nay de And from their seates their Armed riders flong They ranne together flying from the Dike And make their riders one another strike And whilst the front of the French vanguard ma 〈…〉 Vpon the English thinking them to Route Their Horses runne vpon the Armed stakes And being wounded turne themselues about The bit into his teeth the Courser takes And from his Ranke flyes with his Master out Who either hurts or is hurt of his owne If in the throng not both together throwne Tumbling on heapes some of their Horses cast With their foure feete all vp into the ayre Vnder whose backs their Masters breath their last Soe breake their rains and thence their riders b 〈…〉 â—ome with their feete sticke in the stirrups fast â—y their fierce Iades and trayled here and there Entangled in their bridles one backe drawes And pluckes the bit out of anothers iawes With showers of shafts yet still the English ply â—he French so fast vpon the poynt of flight â—ith the mayne Battell yet stood Henry by â—or all this while had medled in the fight â—pon the Horses as in chase they fly â—rowes so thicke in such abundance light â—hat their broad buttocks men like buts might see Whereat for pastime bow-men shooting bee When soone De Lannies and Sureres hast â—ayde their friends put to this shamefull foyle â—ith two light wings of Horse which had beene plac't â—ill to supply where any should recoyle â—t yet their forces they but vainely waste â—r being light into the generall spoyle Great losse De Linnies shortly doth sustaine Yet scapes himselfe but braue Surreres slaine The King who sees how well his Vanguard sped â—ds his command that instantly it stay â—esiring Yorke so brauely that had led 〈…〉 hold his souldiours in their first array â—r it the Conflict very much might sted 〈…〉 mewhat to fall aside and giue him way Till full vp to him he might bring his power And make the Conquest compleat in an hower Which Yorke obayes and vp King Henry comes When for his guidance he had got him roome The dreadful bellowing of whose straitbracd dru 〈…〉 To the French sounded like the dreadfull doome And them with such stupidity benummes As though the earth had groaned from her wombe For
a head Another stumbling falleth in his flight Wanting a legge and on his face doth light The Duks who found their force thus ouerthrown And those few left them ready still to route Hauing great skill and no lesâ—e courage showne Yet of their safeties much began to doubt For hauing few about them of their owne And by the English so impal'd about Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld Or else abide the fury of the field They put themselues on those victorious Lord Who led the Vanguard with so good successe Bespeaking them with honourable wordes Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse Who by the strength of their commanding swordâ— Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring preâ— By Suffolkes ayde till they away were sent Who with a Guard conuayd them to his Tent. When as their Souldiers to eschew the sacke Gainst their owne Battell beating in their flight By their owne French are strongly beaten backe Lest they their Ranks should haue disord'red quigâ— So that those men at Armes goe all to wracke Twixt their own friends those with whom theâ— figâ— Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd To striue which should the powerfullest be dâ—em'â— And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes Stay men at Armes let Fortune doe her worst And let that Villane from the field that flies By Babes yet to be borne be euer curst All vnder Heauen that we can hope for lyes On this dayes battell let me be the first That turn'dye backe vpon your desperate Foeâ— To saue our Honours though our liues we lose To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe which long Had in the Battaile ranged here and there A thousand Bills a thousand Bowes among And had seene many spectacles of feare And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong By that which he had chancd from him to heare Vpon the shoulder claps him Prince quoth he Since I must fall Oh let me fall with thee Scarse had he spoke but th' English them inclose And like to Mastiues fiercely on them flew Who with like courage strongly them oppose When the Lord Beamont who their Armings knew Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes Quoth he lo where Dauerney are and Ewe In this small time who since the Field begun Haue done as much as can by men be done Now slaughter ceaze me if I doe not grieue Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine Lies there no way my Lord them to releeue And for their Ransomes two such to retaine Quoth Suffolke come wee le hazzard their repreeue And share our Fortunes in they goe amaine And with such daÌ„ger through the presse they wade As of their liues but small account they made Yet ere they through the clustred clouds could get Oft downe on those there trod to death that lay The valiant Daulphine had discharg'd his debt Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day The Earle of Ewe and wondrous hard beset Had left all hope of life to scape away Till Noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name Now the maine Battaile of the French came on The Vauward vanquisht quite the field doth fly And other helpes besides this haue they none But that their hopes doth on their mayne rely And therefore now it standeth them vpon To fight it brauely or else yeeld or dye For the fierce English Charge so home and sort As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore The Duke of Yorke who since their fight begun Still in the top of all his troopes was seene And things well-neere beyond beleefe had done Which of his fortune made him ouer weene Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne So that the French which quickly got betweene Him and his succours that great Chieftaine slue Who brauely fought whilst any breath he drew The newes soone brought to this couragious King Orespred his face with a distempred Fire Though making little shew of any thing Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire More then before the Frenchmen menacing And hee was heard thus softly to respire Well of thy blood reuenged will I bee Or ere one houre be past I le follow thee When as the frolike Caualry of France That in the Head of the maine Battaile camâ— Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance To charge in person it doth them inflame 〈…〉 ch one well hoping it might be his chance 〈…〉 sease vpon him which was all their ayme Then with the brauest of the English met Themselues that there before the King had set When th' Earle of Cornewall with vnusuall force â—counters Grandpre next that came to hands 〈…〉 strength his equall blow for blow they scorce â—eelding their Axes as they had bene wands â—ll the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse 〈…〉 er whom strait the Count Salines stands And lendeth Cornewall such a blow withall Ouer the crupper that he makes him fall Cornewall recouers for his Armes were good 〈…〉 d to Saline maketh vp againe â—ho chang'd such boy strous buffers that the blood â—th through the ioints of their strong Armor strain 〈…〉 Count Salines sunke downe where he stood â—mount who sees the Count Salines slaine â—traight copes with Cornewal beaten out of breath 〈…〉 Till Kent comes in and rescues him from death Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth fly 〈…〉 at the Earle with no lesse courage strucke 〈…〉 d one the other with such knocks they ply 〈…〉 at eithers Axe in th' others Helmets stucke â—hilst they are wrastling crossing thigh with thigh 〈…〉 eir Axes pikes which soonest out should plucke They fal to ground like in their Casks to smother With their clutcht Gantlets â—uffing one another Couragious â—lâ—eâ— grieued at the sight Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might Whose coÌ„ming seem'd the stout Lord Soales to cal 〈…〉 Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall Gainst him goes Roussy in then Louell ran Whom next Count Morveyle chuseth as his m 〈…〉 Their Curates are vnreuited with blowes With Horrid wounds their breasts and faces slas 〈…〉 There drops a cheeke and there falls off a nose And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht Yet still the better with the English goes The earth of France with her owne blood is wash 〈…〉 They fall so fast she scarce affords them roome 〈…〉 That one mans trunke becomes anothers tom 〈…〉 When Suffolke chargeth Huntingdon with slo 〈…〉 Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin And had neglected his fast plighted troth Vpon the Field the Battaile to begin That where the one was there they would be bothâ— When the stout Earle of Huntingdon to win Trust with his friends doth this himselfe inlar 〈…〉 To this great Earle who dares him thus to chargâ— My Lord quoth he it is not that I feare More then your selfe that so I haue not gone But that
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
Ferry-bridge the passage to preuent From comming ouer Eyre to keepe the other Gainst whom the aduerse the Lord Clifford sent Who taking night his enterprise to smother The dawne yet dusky passing through a Ford Puts them and all their souldiers to the sword At the shrill noyse when Warwicke comming in And finds his Brother and Fitzwater dead Euen as a man distracted that had bin Out of his face the liuely colour fled â—oth cruell Clifford thus quoth he begin For eu'ry drop of blood that he hath shed This day I 'le make an enemy to bleed Or neuer more in Battaile let me speed And to the King returning in this mood 〈…〉 Liege quoth he all mercy now defie â—elay no longer to reuenge their blood Whose mangled bodies breathlesse yonder lye â—nd let the man that meanes King Edwards good 〈…〉 and fast to Warwicke who no more shall flie Resolu'd to winne or bid the world a due Which spoke the Earle his sprightly courser sâ—â—e This resolution so extremely wrought Vpon King Edward that he gaue command That on his side who willingly not fought Should haue his leaue to quit him out of hand That eu'â—y one should kill the man he cought To keepe no Quarter and who meant to stand In his iust cause rewarded he would see This day hee 'll rise or this day ruin'd be When neere to Towton on the spacious playne These puissant Armies on Palme-Sunday me Wher down right slaughter angry heaueÌ„ doth rainâ— With clouds of rage the Element is set The windâ—s breath fury and the earth againe With the hot gore of her owne Natiues wet Sends vp a smoke which makes the mall so mad Of neither part that mercy could be had One horrid sight another doth appall One fearefull cry another doth confound Murthers so thicke vpon each other fall That in one shreeke anothers shreeke is drownd Whilst blood for blood â—ncessantly doth call From the wide mouth of many a gaping wound Slaughter so soone grows big that coÌ„mn to birtâ— The monstrous burthen ouer-loads the earth This bloody Tempest ten long houres doth last Whilst neither side could to it selfe assure The victory but as their lot was cast With wounds and death they stoutly it indure Vntill the valiant Yorkists at the last Although in number neere ten thousand fewer In their long fight their forces manage so That they before them lay their conquer'd foe Couragious Clifford first here fell to ground Into the throat with a blunt Arrow strucke Here Westmerland receiu'd his deadly wound Here dy'd the stout Northumberland that stuck Still to his Soneraigne Wells and Dacres found That they had lighted on King Henrys luck Trowluph Horne two braue commanders dead Whilst Summerset and Excester were fled Thirty two thousand in this battaile flaine Many in strayts lye heap'd vp like a wall 〈…〉 The restlye scatter'd round about the playne And Cocke a Riuer though but very small Fill'd with those flying doth so deepely staine The Riuer Wharfe int'which this Cocke doth fall As that the fountaine which this flood doth feed Besides their blood had seem'd for them to bleed King Henrys hopes thus vtterly forlorne By the late losse of this vnlucky day He feeles the Crown euen from his temples torn On his sword point which Edward beares away And since his fall the angry Fates had sworne He findes no comfort longer here to stay But leauing Yorke he post to Barwicke goes With 's Queene Son true partners in his woes The King for Scotland and for France the Queene Diuided hence since them thus Fortune thwarts Before this time there seldome had beene seene Two to be seuer'd with so heauy hearts The Prince their son then standing them betweene Their song is sorrow and they beare their parts He to the King of Scots to get supplies She to the French King and her Father flies Which well might shew a Princes slippery state For when she hither at the first came in England and France did her congratulate Then in two battailes she had Conqueror bin Seeming to tread vpon the Yorkists hate As from that day she had beene borne to winne Now to sayle backe with miseries farre more Then were her Tryumphs landing here before This cruell blow to the Lancastrians lent At fatall Towton that Palme-Sunday fight Where so much blood they prodigally spent To France and Scotland as inforc'd their flight Lifts vp the Yorkists to their large extent And Edward now to see his Crowne set right Proâ—d in his spoyles to London doth repaire And re-annoynted mounts th' Imperiall Chaire Where he a speedy Parliament doth passe T' annull those Lawes which had beene made before Gainst his succession and dissolue the Masse Of Treasons heapt on his them to restore Whereby King Henry so much lesned was As after that he should subsist no more Little then thinking Lancaster againe Now but an exile ouer him should raigne Where he attaints as Traitors to his Crowne Iohn Earle of Oxford and hâ—s valiant sonne Aâ—brey De Vere with whom likewise went downe Mountgomery Terrill Tudenham who were done To death so Heau'n on Henry seemes to frowne And Summerset King Edwards wrath to shunne Himselfe submitting is receiu'd to grace Such is Queene Margarites miserable case Henry in Scotland the sad Queene the while Is left to France to Lewis there to sue To lend her succour scorning her exile In spight of Fate she will the warre renew She will tempt Fortune till againe she smile In such a pitch her mighty spirit still flew That should the world oppose her yet that strengh She hopes shall worke vp her desires at length And with fiue thousand valiant Volunteers Of natiue French put vnder her command With Armes well sitted she towards Scotland steeres With which before she possibly could land The wrath of Heauen vpon this Queene appeares And with fierce Tempests striue her to withstand The winds make warre against her with her Foe Which Ioin'd together worke her ouerthrowe Her Forces thus infortunatly lost Which she in Scotland hop'd to haue encreast And in this tempest she herselfe so tost As neuer Lady yet she here not coast But since she found her enterprise thus crost She to the Scottish her faire course adrest Nor would desist till she had rais'd agen Ten thousand valiant well-appointed men And in vpon Northumberland doth breake Rowzing the Siuggish villages from fleepe Bringing in Henry though a helpe but weake But leaues her Son in Barwicke safe to keepe Her ratling Drums so rough a language speakes The ruffling Scots and all the Country sweepe Which rumour run so fast with through the ayre That Edward thought it shooke his very Chaire And Somerset receiu'd to grace before With Sir Raulph Percy from that fatall day At Towton found each minute more and more How sad â— fate on the Lancastrians lay Yâ—â— hoping now King Henry to restore Who they suppos'd
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
well that all things went not right For with his succours Clarence came not in Whom to suspect he greatly doth beginne And not in vaine for that disloyall Lord Taking those forces he had leuied leaues The Earle and with his Brother doth accord Which of all hope braue VVarwicke so bereâ—ueâ—â— â—hat now King Edward hopes to be restor'd Which then too late the credulous Earle perceiues Edward towards London with an Army sped To take the Crown once more from Henrys head The Queene in France this woful newes that heard How farre through England Edward thus had past As how by Glarence whom she euer fear'd VVarwicke behind-hand mightily was cast This most vndaunted Queene her hopes yet cheer'd By those great perills she had lately past And from King Lewis doth three thousand prest To ayde her friends in England in distresse Whilst she is busie gathering vp those aydes In so short time as France could her afford Couragious VVarwicke basely thus betray'd By Clarence lewdly falsifying his word The most couragious Earle no whit dismayd But trusting still to his successefull Svvord Follovves the King towards London march'â— before Each day his Power increasing more and more But Edward by the Londoners let in Who in their Gates his Army tooke to guard VVarwicke this while that trifling had not bin But with a povver sufficiently prepar'd T' approach the City brauely doth begin To dare the King vvho lately him had dar'd Who then from London his Arm'd forces leades Towards where his march ambitious VVarwicke treadâ— From London this that from Saint Albans set These two graÌ„d souldiers shoulâ—ring for the Crown They in the mid-way are at Barnet met Where then they set their puissant Armies downe VVarwicke as neere as euer hee could get But Edward onely taketh vp the Towne Betwixt whose â—ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day â—uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may â—howing what blood her light was like to lose But hope of slaughter beares so great asway That with the Sunne their rage still higher growes Full were their hands of death so freely dealt That the most mortal wounds the least were felt The aduerse Ensignes to each other waue As t' were to call them forward to the field The King the Earle The Earle the King doth braue Nor cares he for the Leopards in his shield And whilst one friend another striues to saue He 's slaine himselfe if not enforc'd to yeeld In either Army there is not one eye But is spectator of some Tragedy Those wrongs the King had from the Earle receiu'd â—â—pulst the Kingdome onely by his power â—â—en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd â—or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd â—heltred by him from many a bloody shower Spurres vp reuenge and with that violent rage That scarsely blood their fury could asswage VVarwicke who sees his Souldiers had the worse And at a neere point to be put to flight Throwing himselfe from oâ— his Armed Horse Thrusts in on foote into the deadliest fight Edward againe with an vnusuall force In his owne person in the Armies sight Puts for the Garland which if now he lose Warwicke his Crowne at pleasure would disposâ— To Edwards side but fortune doth encline Warwickes high valour then was but in vaine His noble soule there destin'd to resigne Braue Mountacute his valiant Brother slaine Here Sommerset with them that did combine Forced to flye and Excesteâ— is faine To saue himselfe by Sanctuary this day Edward's victorious and beares all away THis fatall field vnluckily thus lost That very day so Destiny contriues That the grieu'd Queene at Sea turmoyl'd and tost Neere twenty dayes in Weymouth Road ariues Where scarcely landed but Post after Post Brings her this ill newes vvhich so farre depriues Her of all comfort that shee curst and band Those plaguy winds that suffered her to land Wert thou quoth shee so fortunate in fight O noble VVarwicke when thou wert our foe And now thou stood'st in our indoubted right And should'st for Henry thy high valour show Thus to be slaine what power in our despight Watcheth from heau'n vpon our ouerthrow Th' vnlucky Starres haue certainly made lawes To marke for death the fauourers of our cause O vvhat infernall brought that Edward backe 〈…〉 late expel'd by VVarwickes powerfull hand Was there no way his rotten Ship to wracke Was there no Rock was there no swallowing sand And too the wretched Subiects were so slacke To suffer him so traiterously to land Surely whole heau'n against vs haue conspir'd Or in our troubles they had else beene tyr'd Was I for this so long detayn'd in France From ragefull Tempests and reseru'd till now That I should land to meete with this mischance â—t must needes be the Powers haue made a vowe Vp to that height my sorrowes to aduance That before mine all miseries shall bowe That all the sorrow mortalls can surmise Shall fall far short oâ— Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease â—t the least breath of comfort to preuent â—he next ill newes in rushing after these â—as that King Henry to the Tower was sent As though it selfe euen Destiny should please 〈…〉 wretched Margarites heauy discontent Thrunging so thick as like themselues to smother Or as one ranne to ouertake another Those scattered Troopes from Barnet that escap'd â—earing the Queene thus landed with her power â—ugh much dismay'd with what had lately hapt 〈…〉 Gore drown'd Gladmore in that bloody shower And fearing by the foe to be entrapt Through vntrod grounds in many a tedious howâ— Flocke to her dayly till that by her ayde Equall with Edwards they her Army made When Somerset and Devonshire came in To the sad Queene and bad her not dispaire Though they of late infortunate had bin Yet there vvas helpe that Ruine to repaire What they had lost they hop'd againe to win And that the way lay open yet and faire For that the West would wholly with her rise Besides from VValles assur'd her of Supplyes And euery day still adding to their Force As on their Host tow'rds Glocester they guide When Edward finding their intended course Againe for Battell strongly doth prouide Both Armies they supply vvith Foote and Horse By both their friends as they affect the side And in their march at Tâ—wkesbury they met Where they in Order their Battalions set Ill was her choyse of this vneuen ground Lucklesse the place vnlucky vvas the howre The Heauens vpon her so extreamely frownd As on her head their plagues at once to powre As in a Deluge here her hopes were drown'd Here sees she death her faithfull friends deuoure The earth is fil'd with grones the aire with cry 〈…〉 Horrour on each side
my conceipt friend thou didst neuer see A righter Madam then thou hast of mee For now as Elegiacke I bewaile These poore base times then suddainely I le raile And I am Satiricke not that I inforce My selfe to be so but euen as remorse Or hate in the proud fullnesse of their hight Master my fancy iust so doe I write But gentle friend as soone shall I behold That stone of which so many haue vs told Yet neuer any to this day could make The great Elixar or to vndertake The Rose-Crosse knowledge which is much like that A Tarrying-iron for fooles to labour at As euer after I may hope to see A plague vpon this beastly world for mee Wit so respected as it was of yore And if hereafter any it restore It must be those that yet for many a yeere Shall be vnborne that must inhabit here And such in vertue as shall be asham'd Almost to heare their ignorant Grandsires nam'd With whom so many noble spirits then liu'd That were by them of all reward depriu'd My noble friend I would I might haue quit This age of these and that I might haue writ Before aâ— other how much the braue pen Had here bin honoured of the English men Goodnesse and knowledge held by them in prise How hatefull to them ignorance and vice But it falls out the contrary is true And so my Ieffereyes for this time adue Vpon the death of Mistris Elianor Fallowfield ACcursed Death what need vvas there at all Of thee or who to councell did thee call The subiect vvhere upon these lines I spend For thee was most vnfit her timelesse end Too soone thou wrought'st too neere her thou didst stand Thou shouldst haue lent thy leane and mâ—ager hand To those who oft the helpe thereof beseech And can be cured by no other Leech In this wide world hovv many thousands be That hauing past fourescore do call for thee The wretched debtor in the Iayle that lyes Yet cannot this his Creditor suffice Doth woe thee oft with many a sigh and teare Yet thou art coy and him thou wilt not heare The Captiue slaue that tuggeth at the Oares And vnderneath the Bulls tough sinewes rores Begs at thy hand in lieu of all his paines That thou vvould'st but release him of his chaines Yet thou a niggard listenest not thereto W 〈…〉 short gaspe which thou might'st easily do But thou couldst come to her ere there was need And euen at once destroy both flovvre and seede But cruell death if thou so barbarous bee To those so goodly and so young as shee That in their teeming thou wilt shew thy spight Either from marriage thou wilt Maides affright Or in their Wedlocke Widdowes liues to chuse Their husbands bed and vtterly refuse Fearing conception so shalt thou thereby Extirpate mankind by thy cruelty If after direfull Tragedy thou thirst Extinguish Himens Torches at the first Build Funerall pyles and the sad pauement strew With mournful Cypresse and the pale-leau'd Yewe Away with Roses Mirtle and with Bayes Ensignes of mith and iollity as these Neuer at Nuptialls vsed be againe But from the Church the new Bride entertaine With Weeping Nenias euer and among As at departings be sad Requiems song Lucina by th' old Poets that wert sayd Women in Child-birth euermore to ayde Because thine Altars long haue layne neglected Nor as they should thy holy fiers reflected Vpon thy Temples therefore thou doest flye And wilt not helpe them in necessity Thinking vpon thee I doe often muse Whether for thy deare sake I should aâ—cuse Nature or Fortune Fortune then I blame And doe impute it as her greatest shame To hast thy timelesse end and soone agen I vexe at Nature nay I curse her then That at the time of need she was no stronger That wee by her might haue enioy'd thee longer But whilst of these I with my selfe debate I call to mind how flinty-hearted Fate Seaseth the olde the yong the faire the foule No thing of earth can Destiny controule But yet that Fate which hath of life bereft thee Still to eternall memory hath lefâ— thee Which thou enioy'st by the deserued breath That many a great one hath not after death FINIS * The law Salique was that women should noâ— iâ— herite whâ— law Edward the third â— his right to â— the Crowne by his motâ— cancelled wâ— his sword so much as at that tiâ— made way his clarme though in France thâ— law bee inviolable * Henry thâ— so named â— Town in Lâ— colne Shiâ— where he borne * Henry the fift borne Munmouâ— in Wâ—â—â—â— Dowglas in that battaile â—ew three in the Kings â—oat Aâ—moâ—â— Wickliffe a learned Diuine and the greatest Propestant of those times A Parliament at Leicester Henry Chichly succeeding Arundâ—ll late decâ—â—sed in that See * So they termed it as unworthy of a better title The Archbishop of Canterburies Oration to tâ—â— Kingâ—â—nd Parliament at Lecesterâ— in the 〈…〉 following Stanzaes The Crâ—â—â—â— of France descended vpon Edward the third from Isabell â—u Mother Daughtar and suâ—â—â—â—â—ing heire to King Philip of France named the faire * Iames Daulpâ—â—â—â— of Viennoies The Dukes of Lâ—â—raine Burbon The Earles of Aumerlâ— Savoye Mountbilliard Flaunders Nevers â—â—arcourt King Iohn of France and Philip his son taken by the Blacke Prince at the Battaile of Poyteers brought Prisoners to â—â— land Iohn of Cleumount Peter of Burbon Examples of such as haue aduanâ—d themselues to the Crowne of France against the strict letter of the lawe Salique in two following Stanzaes Ralph Neuill then warden of the Marches betwixt England and Scotland An â—â—â— adagâ— He that will France wiâ— must with Scotland first beginne The Duke of Excester the Kings owne â—â—â—â— The first breaâ—h with France The Countries demanded by the King of England The King and Daulphine of France dâ—â—â—deth the King of England Henry the fist answered for the Tennis Balles The language of Tennis * Blades accounted of the best temâ—er Armed at all poynts * Armings for the thigh and legge * Armings for the arme and shoulder Great Ordnance then â—uâ— newly in â—â—â— Halfe thâ—â—â—â—â— cutt of the Island from the Spanish to the German Ocean Edward the third * The Soa betwixt France and England â—â— called A Catalogue of the Sâ—ps in â—â— Stanzaes The names of the Kings 7. Ships of War An Indian Bird so great that she is able to carrie an Elephant The Bay of Portugal â— of the high working Sâ— that is knowâ—â— * A country â—â—ng vpon â—e â—ast Sea ordering vpon Poland â—amous for â—â—erring fishng â—ydes to the â—ing by the â—obility a A blazon of the Ensignes of the seueral Shireâ— in 14. Stanzas following b Expressing their freedome as still retaining their ancient liberties by surprizing the Conqueror like a mouing wood c An expression of King Harolds deatâ— slaine with an Arrow iâ— the head at â— the Baâ—taâ—â—â— of Hastings fighting against the Conquerour d The first famous Earle of
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
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