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

English crowne Victorious Longshanks flower of chiualrie First of his name that raign'd in Albion Through worlds renown'd to all posteritie My youth began and then began my blis Euen in his daies those blessed daies of his 9 O daies no daies but little worlds of mirth O yeeres no yeeres time slyding with a trice O world no world a very heauen on earth O earth no earth a verie Paradice A King a man nay more then this was hee If earthly man more then a man might be 10 Such a one hee was as Englands Beta is Such as shee is euen such a one was hee Betwixt her rarest excellence and his VVas neuer yet so neere a simpathy To tell your worth and to giue him his due I say my Soueraigne hee was like to you 11 His Court a schoole where Arts were dailie red And yet a Campe where Armes are exercised Vertue and learning heere were nourished And stratagems by souldiers still deuised Heere skilfull Schoolmen were his Counsailors Schollers his Captains Captains Senators 12 Here sprang the roote of true gentilitie Vertue was clad in gold crown'd with honor Honor intitled to Nobilitie Admired so of all that looked on her Wisdom not wealth possessed wisemens roomes Vnfitting base insinuating Groomes 13 Then were vile worldlings loth'd as filthy toades And good men as rare pearls were richly prized The learned were accounted little Gods The hatefull Atheist as the plague despised Desert then gaynd what vertues merit craues And Artles Pesants scornd as basest slaues 14 Pride was not then which all things ouerwhelms Promotion was not purchased with gold Men hew'd their honor out of steeled helms In those daies fame with blood was bought sold No petti-fogger pol'd the poore for pence These dolts these dogs as traytors banisht hence 15 Then was the Souldier prodigall of blood His deeds eterniz'd by the Poets pen VVho spar'd his life to doe his Countrie good VVhen after death his fame remain'd with men Then learning liu'd with liberalitie And men were crownd with immortalitie 16 Graunt pardon then vnto my wandring ghost Although I seeme lasciuious in my praise And of perfection though I vainlie boast VVhilst here on earth I troad this wearie maze VVhilst yet my soule in body did abide And whilst my flesh was pampred here in pride 17 My valiant Father was in Gascoygne borne A man at Arms and matchlesse with his launce A Souldier vow'd and to King Edward sworne VVith whom he seru'd in all his warrs in Fraunce His goods and lands he pawnd layd to gage To follow him the wonder of that age 18 And thus himselfe hee from his home exil'd Who with his sword sought to aduaunce his fame VVith me his ioy but then a little chyld Vnto the Court of famous England came Whereas the King for seruice he had done Made me a Page vnto the Prince his sonne 19 My tender youth yet scarce crept from the shell Vnto the world brought such a wonderment That all perfection seem'd in mee to dwell And that the heauens me all their graces lent Some sware I was the quintessence of Nature And some an Angel and no earthly creature 20 The heauens had limm'd my face with such a die As made each curious eye on earth amazed Tempring my lookes with loue and maiestie A miracle to all that euer gazed So that it seem'd some power had in my birth Ordained me his Image heere on earth 21 O beautious varnish of the heauens aboue Pure grain-dy'd colour of a perfect birth O fairest tincture Adamant of loue Angell-hewd blush the prospective of mirth O sparkling luster ioying humaine sight Liues ioy harts fire loues nurse y e soules delight 22 As purple-tressed Titan with his beames The sable clowdes of night in sunder cleaueth Enameling the earth with golden streames VVhen he his crimson Canapie vpheaueth Such where my beauties pure translucent rayes Which cheer'd y e Sun cleerd y e drouping daies 23 My lookes perswading Orators of loue My speech diuine infusing harmonie And every word so well could passion moue So were my icstures grac'd with modestie As where my thoughts intended to surprize I easly made a conquest with mine eyes 24 A gracious minde a passing louelie eye A hand that gaue a mouth y e neuer vaunted A chast desire a tongue that would not lye A Lyons hart a courage neuer daunted A sweet conceit in such a cariage placed As with my iesture all my words were graced 25 Such was the work which Nature had begun As promised a Iem of wondrous price This little starre fore-told a glorious Sunne This curious plot an earthly Paradice This Globe of beauty wherein all might see An after world of wonders heere in mee 26 As in th' Autumnall season of the yeere Some death-presaging Comet doth arise Or some prodigious meteor doth appeare Or fearefull Chasma vnto humaine eyes Euen such a wonder was I to behold Where heauen seem'd all her secrets to vnfold 27 If cunnings't pensill-man that euer wrought By skilfull Arte of secret Sumetrie Or the diuine Idea of the thought VVith rare descriptions of high Poesie Should all compose a body and a minde Such one was I the wonder of my kinde 28 VVith this faire bayte I fisht for Edwards loue My daintie youth so pleasd his princlie eye Heere grewe the league which time could not remoue So deeplie grasted in our infancie That frend nor so nor life nor death could sunder So seldom seene and to the world a wonder 29 O heauenlie concord musick of the minde Touching the hart-strings with such harmonie The ground of nature and the law of kinde Which in coniunction doe so well agree VVhose reuolution by effect doth proue That mortall men are made diuine by loue 30 O strong combining chayne of secrecie Sweet ioy of heauen the Angels oratorie The bond of faith the seale of sanctitie The soules true blisse youths solace ages glorie And endles league a bond thats neuer broken A thing diuine a word with wonder spoken 31 With this faire bud of that same blessed Rose Edward surnam'd Carnaruan by his birth VVho in his youth it seem'd that Nature chose To make the like whose like was not on earth Had not his lust and my lasciuious will Made him and me the instruments of ill 32 With this sweet Prince the mirror of my blisse My souls delight my ioy my fortunes pride My youth enioyd such perfect happines Whilst Tutors care his wandring yeeres did guide As his affections on my thoughts attended And with my life his ioyes began and ended 33 Whether it were my beauties excellence Or rare perfections that so pleasd his eye Or some diuine and heauenly influence Or naturall attracting simpathy My pleasing youth became his sences obiect Where all his passions wrought vpō this subiect 34 Thou Arke of heauen where wonders are inroled O depth of nature who can looke on thee O who is he that hath thy doome controuled Or

THE Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy surnamed Short-thigh eldest sonne to William Conqueror VVith the Legend of Matilda the chast daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater poysoned by King Iohn And the Legend of Piers Gaueston the great Earle of Cornwall and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second By Michaell Drayton The latter two by him newly corrected and augmented AT LONDON Printed by Ia. Roberts for N. L. and are to be solde at his shop at the West doore of Paules 1596. To the noble and excellent Lady Lucie Countesse of Bedford MOst noble Ladie I leaue my Poems as a monument of the Zeale I beare to your vertues though the greatest part of my labour be but the least part of my loue And if any thought of worth liue in mee that onely hath been nourished by your mild fauours and former graces to my vnworthy selfe and the admiration of your more then excellent parts shyning to the world What nature industry began your honour and bountie hath thus farre continued The light I haue is borrowed frō your beams which Enuie shall not eclipse so long as you shall fanourablie shine Vnder the stampe of your glorious Name my Poems shall passe for currant beeing not altogether vnworthy of so great a superscription I liue onely dedicated to your seruice and rest your Honors humblie deuoted Michaell Drayton To the vertuous Lady the Lady Anne Harrington wise to the Honorable Gentleman Sir Iohn Harrington Knight MAdam my words cannot expresse my mind My Zealers dutie to make knowne to you When your deserts all seuerally I find In this attempt of mee doe claime their due Your gratious kindnes Madam claimes my hart Your bountie bids my hand to make it knowne Of me your vertues each doe claime a part And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne What should commend your modestie your wit Is by your wit and modestie commended And standeth dumbe in most admiring it And where it should begin it there is ended And thus returne to your praise onely due And to your selfe say you are onely you Michaell Drayton To the Reader GEntlemen since my first publishing of these tragicall cōplaints of Piers Gaswton and Matilda it is not vnknowne to any which traffique with Poetry how by the sinister dealing of some vnskilfull Printer Prers Gawston hath been lately put sorth contrary to my will with as manie faults as there be lynes in the same beeing in deede at the suit no perfect Coppy but left vnformed and vndigested like a Beare vvhelpe before it is licke by the Dam. But now of late vnderstanding by the Stationers that they meant the thyrd time to bring it to the Presse for which purpose as it seemed they kept Matilda from printing onely because they meant to ioyne thē together in one little volume I haue taken some paine in them both to augment and polish them sith I see they must goe to the publique view of the world and with the old conceite of Apelles hearing the opinion of all that passed by amended so much as the latchet To these complaints written by mee two yeeres since I haue added this third of Robert Duke of Normandie A subiect in my poore opinion as worthy as any how soeuer I haue hanled it in the writing Thus submitting my labours to your discreet censure I end M. D. The Argument of Robert Duke of Normandie AFter the conquest of England by William Duke of Normandy his eldest son Robert surnamed Short-thigh much more then eyther of his bretheren William Rufus or Henry Bauclarke beloued of the Commons yet brought in disgrace with his Father by meanes of Lanfranck Byshop of Canterburie who greatlie affected the said William Rufus as a man rightlie of his owne disposition Robert beeing a man of a mightie spirit finding himselfe disgrac'd grown hatefull to his Father and the Crowne of England assured to his Brother whilst his Father maketh warrs in Fraunce hee with a troupe of resolute Germains inuadeth Normandie In the height of all these troubles William Conqueror dyeth leauing the kingdome of England to Rufus Whilst Robert prepareth to make warre vpon his brother by the pollicies of Lanfrancke and his accomplices they are friends Robert peaceably enioyeth Normandie and if he ouer-hued his brother William to succeed him in the kingdom of England Nowe the brute of the holy warrs called Robert to Palestine with Peter the Hermit and Godfrey of Bulloyne for which to pay his souldiours hee engageth Normandie to his youngest brother Henry for summes of money In his absence William dyeth Henrie vsurpeth the Crowne and Duke Robert returning from the warrs with great honor yet in his warrs at home most vnfortunate hee is taken by Henry in a battell in Normandy brought a captiue into England and imprisoned in Cardisse Castell in VVales where Henry as a Tyrant still searing his escape put out his eyes The Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandie 1 WHat time Sleeps Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minuts on the long-liu'd daies The furious Dog-star chasing of the Sun VVhose scorching breath ads flame vnto his raies At whose approch the angry Lyon braies The earth now warm'd in thys celestiall fire To coole her heate puts off her rich attire 2 The deawy-tressed Morning newly wake VVith goldē tinsell scarce had crown'd her browes Ryding in tryumph on the Ocean lake Embellishing the honny-fringed bowes Deepe mellancholly from my braine to rouze To Isis banck my Genius guides the way Amongst whose Reeds soft murmuring winds do play 3 Zephyre which courts faire Thames his gentle loue On whose smooth brest the swelling billows flow Which on a long the wanton tyde doth shoue And to keepe back he easilie doth blow Still meets her comming followes if shee goe Shee forcing waues to coole his hote embrace Hee fanning breath vpon her christall face 4 Still dallying in her osten-turning source She streaks a long the shores with her proud straine And here and there she wantons in her course And in her gate oft turneth back againe Smiling to looke vpon her siluer traine VVith pretty Anticks shee the faire soile greets Till Medoas streame from famous Kent shee meets 5 Thus careles wandring with this gliding streame VVhose fleeting told me of tymes flying howers Delighted thus as in a pleasing dreame Cropping small branches of the sweetest flowers And looking back on Londons stately towers So Troy thought I her stately head did beare Whose crazed ribs y e furrowing plough doth eyre 6 VVeary at length a VVillow tree I found VVhich on the brim of this great current stood VVhose roote was matted with the arrasd ground Deaw'd with the small drops of this surging flood Ordain'd it seem'd to sport her Nymphish brood Whose curled top enuy'd the heauens great eye Should view the stock shee was maintained by 7 The towring Larke which carrols to the Sun VVith trebling descant quauers in the ayre And on the riuers marmuring base

a lingring war That Arms might cease while mischiefe might increase To bring death neere by sending safety far In making that which made all quite might mar Treason crept in by this adulterate kay Into the closset where his counsailes lay 76 Thus made a friend to rob him of his friend The meanes a foe might weaken so his foe To frame this strange beginning to his end The well-cast plot or vtter ouerthrowe In this faire vizard masking in this showe That since hate thus in wearing would not proue He brings him now in habite of his loue 77 Thus reconcil'd by me one to the other Ioyn'd in this poore deuided vnion These brothers now make war vpon their brother As loth from them he should goe free alone To shape his mischiefe truly by their owne To drawe on griefe and vrge it to be more Because it came not fast enough before 78 This by fore-sight still wisely prouident To spur them on beyond degrees of ill To make their furie far more violent And ground their ruine on their peeuish will That mischiefe should be getting mischiefe still That iniurie so far should pitty chase As reconcilement neuer should take place 79 And here to shew my power on thee poore Fame I made thee now my greatest instrument That in the furie of this raging flame Euen in the height of Henryes discontent To Roberts eares the brute of war I sent Of Palaestine that leauing all with them He might away to great Ierusalem 80 With that sweet fume of honors shortest breath Feeding the humor which possest his hart VVhen now drew on the time of Williams death That in this fatall hower he should depart Herein to shew my very depth of Art That Henry now in England left alone Might seate himselfe in Roberts rightfull throne 81 The warlick Musique of these clattring Armes Doth stop his eares like a tempestious wind That now he finds no presage of his harmes Beyond all course so lifted is his mind Declaring well the greatnes of his kind Mounted so high within the spacious ayre As out of sight of ground he dreads no snare 82 His Father dy'd when first his cares tooke breath His Brother dyes now when his woes should die His sorrowes thus are strangely borne in death All-ending death brings forth his miserie Such is my power in humaine destenie That where an vtter ruine I pretend Destruction doth begin where hate should end 83 Thus laid the complot in the course of all I make his safetie vnto him more deare Seated from whence he neuer thought to fall Assur'd of good if any good there were That now each thought a Scepter seems to beare VVhich such a hold in his great spirit doth winne As after made his error prooue his sinne 84 VVith grace young Henry to his throne I bring Making great friends of mighty enemies She wing my power in this new raigning King As by my hand inuisibly to rise Decking his crowne with worldly dignities Forging his tongue with such a sacred fire As could perswade what ere he would desire 85 In Palaestine with Robert Fame doth rest In England with young Beauclark Fortune bides These mightie Ladies of these Lords possest Thus each of these with each of these deuides Thus weare we factious then on either sides Fame sor braue Short-thigh purchasing renowne Fortune for Beauclark for the English crowne 86 Thou wooest I win thou suest and I obtaine What I possesse that onely thou dost craue Thou layest out to gaine but what I gaine Thou dost desire I in possession haue Thou hordst I spend I lauish thou dost saue Thou scarsely art yet that thou art to mee Thou wouldst I can thou seruile I am free 87 Robert growne weake Henry recouered strength What quencht the Normans glory sir'd his will Robert is fallen Henry got vp at length Robert no guide Henry is steerd with skill Grounding his good on lucklesse Roberts ill Their mutuall courage and vnmooued hate Tels Henryes rise decline of Roberts state 88 From perrils safe no place at home he sees Abroad he wins at home he still doth lose At home wasted with ciuill enemies VVhilst he abroad is conquering forraine foes Wasting at home more then abroad he growes At home his daunger vnto many knowne Yet he abroad is carelesse of his owne 89 Now bring I Robert from these glorious wars Triumphing in the conquered Pagans flight From forraine broiles to toile in home-nurst iars From getting others Lands for's owne to fight Forced by wrong by sword to claime his right And with that sword in Panyms blood imbrude To saue himselfe by his own friends pursude 90 Thus he's inrich'd with that he cannot see With few vaine titles swelling in his name And all his substance but meere shadowes be VVhilst he strange castles in the aire doth frame Lo such a mighty Monarchesse is Fame That what she giues so easie is to beare As of those gifts none robbing need to feare 91 This whets his spleene but doth his strength abate Much care for coyne makes care for kingdoms lesse His feeblenes must hold vp Henries state These beare vp him which Roberts hopes suppresse Whose brothers comfort is in his distresse This is the meane he vndertooke to try VVith Roberts blood his safety first to buy 92 VVith kind intreaty he doth first begin Not fullie yet establisht as he would By this aduantage to get further in Till he had got a sure and faster hold Baiting vnseene deceit with sums of gold By yearely tribute from his crowne to rise To stop the mouth of passed iniuries 93 This peace to which the mutenie must yield And English tribute paid to Normandy VVhat Robert thinks his safegard's Henries shield And Roberts selfe doth Robert iniurie This tribute wrongs his true Nobilitie And frō this source from whence their peace shold spring Proceeds the cause of Roberts ruining 94 These summs the sinewes of Duke Roberts war Like howerly tides his flowing current sed And to his fier the liuely fuell are His will the streame and this the Fountaine head Hauing his humor fitlie cherished Deceiptfull Henry reobtaines at length Vnto his Arme adding Duke Roberts strength 95 This want his haughtie courage soone doth find Cutting the quils of his high flying wings That now he must commit him to the wind Driuen which way the furious tempest flings Powerlesse of that which giueth power to Kings VVhich desperate griefe his mind enrageth so As makes him past all reason in his woe 96 Honor gaue entertainment to beliefe Vnder which collour treason in was brought Which slew his strength before he selt the griese Pure innocence seldom suspecteth ought No base affection maister of his thought Nor maiestie inward deceit had learn'd More then to shew her outward eyes discern'd 97 Miserie seem'd nothing yet to him vnknowne Not knowing euill euill could not flie Not sauouring sorrow hauing tasted none To find lurking deceit he look'd too hie To honest minds Fraud doth the

treasure long time could not last 191 And thus whilst Fortune friendly cast my dice And tooke my hazard and threw at the maine I saw it was but solly to be nice That chanceth once which seldome haps againe I knew such bountie had been seldom seene And since his time I thinke hath neuer beene 192 And now the Barrons which repynd before Because I was too lauish of the treasure And saw my wast consuming ten times more Which doth so far exceed all bonds of measure This as a knife their very hart-strings cuts And gnawes them like the Collick in the guts 193 Thus all in vaine they seeke to stop the source For presently it ouer-flowes the bounds Yet well perceiue if thus it held his course No question then the Common-wealth it drowns And thus like men which tread an endlesse maze Whilst Fortune sports y e world stands at a gaze 194 Like Souldiers in a Towne surpriz'd by night Ouer their heads the houses set on fire Sure to be slayne in issuing out to fight Or else be burned if they doe retire Som curse y e time some other blame their fortune whilst black dispair their deths doth stil importune 195 This gracious King which seemd to sleep y e while Finding the yron thus fully had his heat VVith sweet perswasions fitly frames his stile VVhich in their wits doth such a temper beat With kindest lookes sweetest vowes of loue As were of force a Rock of flint to moue 196 His cloudy frownes be turn'd to Sun-shine smiles And those on whom he lowerd he friendly graces Their moody cheere with sporting he beguiles His Lyons lookes be turnd to sweet imbraces That w t his will their thoughts seeme to accord Such is the loue of Subiects to their Lord. 197 O Maiestie how thy desire commands How doth thy presence humble euery eye Thy words haue words thy hand hath many hands And thus with all things hast communitie How thy great power of gouerning estate Is still imperious ouer loue and hate 198 And hauing found his kindnes tooke effect This agent failes not to prefer his sute Nor day nor night once doth the same neglect Vntill his trauell yields desired fruite And that the Barrons all with might and maine Now condiscend to call me home againe 199 O fraile and slyding state of earthly things Blind Fortune chance worlds mutabilitie Aduancing Pesants and debasing Kings Od hap good luck or star-bred destenie Which still doest fawne and flatter me so oft Now casts me downe then sett'st me vp aloft 200 In all post-hast the King to Ireland sent His Princely Letters for my safe returne To England now I must incontinent It seemes that time all malice hath out-worne The Coast is cleere occasion calls away The gale stands right driues me from the Bay 201 My whistling sayles make musick with the wind The boystrous waues doe homage to mine eyes The brutish sort of Eols Imps seeme kind And all the clouds abandoning the skyes Now louely Laedas Eg-born twins appeer Towards Albyons cliues faire Fortune guides my steer 202 The King is come to Chester where he lyes The Court prepared to receiue me there In all the pomp that wit could well deuise As since that time was seldome seene else-where Where setting once my dainty foot on land He thought him blest w c might but kisse my hand 203 In pleasures there we spend the nights and dayes And with our Reuels entertaine the time VVith costly Banquets Masks stately Playes Paynting our loues in many a pleasing rime VVith rarest Musick and sweet-tuned voyces In which the soule of man so much reioyces 204 Like as the famous braue Egyptian Queene Feasted the Romane great Mark Anthony VVith Pearl-dissolu'd carrouses seldom seene Seru'd all in vessell of rich Iuory Such was the sumptuous banquets he prepard In which no cost or curious thing was spard 205 Or like the Troyan Priam when as he Beheld his long-lost Sonne returne to Troy Tryumphing now in all his iolitie Proud Ilyon smokes with th'o●ges of his ioy Such are our feasts stately tryumphs here VVhich with applauses found in euery eare 206 Nothing seene fearefull we the most might feare Great'st mists aryse before the greatest rayne The water deep'st where we least murmure heare In fayrest Cups men temper deadliest bayne The nearer night the ayre more calme and still The nearer to our deaths least fearing ill 207 Short howres work long effects minuts haue change Whilst pleasure withers paine more ripe doth groe Fortune in turning to her selfe is strange Ioy is forgetfull weale thinks not of woe Prosperitie a flatterer is found Delight is fearelesse till it feele the wound 208 The Beast and Bird can prophecie of stormes The ayre of tempest doth foretell the eye And sencelesse things oft Augurs of mens harmes Stones sore-shew rayne by their humiditie They mourne for vs we not their mourning see To men without sence all things sencelesse be 209 Departing thence from Chesters pleasant side Towards London now we trauell with delight VVhere euery Citty likewise doth prouide To entertaine vs with some pleasing sight Till all our trayne at length to London comes Wher naught is hard but trumpets bels drums 210 As when Paulus Aemilius entred Roome And like great Ione in stan like tryumph came Honoured in Purple by the Senats doome Laden with gold and crowned with his fame Such seemes our glory now in all mens eyes Our friendship honored with applaudities 211 Or when old Phillips still-vvondred Son In his vvorlds conquest surfetting vvith spoiles The scourge of Kings returnes to Babilon To sport and banquet after all his toiles Such is our glory in our London Court Whereto all Nations daylie make resort 212 The trumpets sound but as in Tragedies VVhen as the Actors on the Stage appeere The drums strike Larums to our miseries The dolefull bells but call vs to our Beere They be not tryumphs which delight vs so But noyse when men to execution goe 213 Be deafe nor feele nor tast nor smell nor see Sencelesse our bodies sencelesse be our minds Lets frame our bodies like our minds to be And rightly let them be in their owne kinds Be sencelesse sences and no pleasures feele Our minds as sencelesse as is flint or steele 214 And thus blind Fortune luls me in her lap And rocks me still with many a Syrens song Thus plac'd me on the Atlas of my hap From which she means to cast me down ere long Black vgly Fiend ô foule mishapen euill In shew an Angell but in deed a diuell 215 Euen as a Lyon got into his pawes The silly Lamb seemes yet a while to play Till seeking to escape out of his iawes This beastly King now tares if for his pray Thus hauing got me in her armes so fast Determins now to feed on me at last 216 Or as the slaughter-man doth fat the beast Which afterward he meaneth shall be slayne Before prouided to some solemne feast The

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

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