Pasquills will by a more dangerous way Traduce his name and defamations throw Which wound him worse which made Severus say That he lesse feard a hundred Lances then Th' impetuous charges of a single Pen. But from within such Humours being tooke By a bloodletting which is held a part Of the worlds Physick he began to looke Outward to Ireland and his thoughts convert Thether for Henry by experience found That venemous things might breed in Irish ground T' Egest such venim as did festring lye Poynings went over with an armed pow'r With him the active Prior of Lanthony Who was so oft imploy'd went Chancellour To try if Irelands health might be restord Or by Bellonas or Astreas sword But there was neither of these swords so long Could reach the Irish in their flying course So runnes the Tygresse which hath lost her young Borne from her denne on some Numidian horse And they eluded Poynings not by fight But as the Parthians did old Rome by flight Swift foote which Homer did so oft impose Vpon his Knight the Irish much concernes And yet Revenge would reach them though she goes On wooll if Nature did not guard the Kernes Their bogges are inaccessible and would Give a repulse to Iove though turn'd to Gold Sometime sayd he in Xenophon we try To Master things the greatest fight of all T is hard to combate with an Enemie Whose Armes are tooke from natures arcenall Man rarely from that fight a conquest brings Which is with Place and not with men but things Thus Swethland fortified by Natures care Vpon that side which lyeth opposite To Russia doth not the Invasions feare And vaine attempts of the cold Muscovite For prudent nature set a fringed hem Of Finland Marsh betweene the Sweds and them Let not the Irish glory that their might Rob'd us the Honour of a victory The Nature of the soyle and Countries site Scornes an assault and mockes an Enemie That Poynings then so meanely came away The bogs must set up Trophies and not they That great Castruccio who soar'd so high And was so low in his Originall Who twice o'rthrew the Armes of Thuscany Once at Fucecchio once at Serravall Machiavell who so fam'd him was thus free To say the places beate them and not hee But the production of an act so great As Irelands peace did its perfection lacke Vntill Eliza did the Worke compleat That Virgo of our English Zodiacke Her maiden fingers tun'd the Irish Harpe And made that note a meane which was a sharpe Yet Poynings there perform'd one worke of fame That all the English lawes in Ireland should Have force which Constitution beares the name Of Pâ—ynings law It seemes that Poynings would The Irish Rebells to obedience draw Not by the Law of Armes but Armes of Law Now Perkin calls me who lookes boldly out Hearing that Henry is a progresse gone 'T was Henries absence that made Perkin stout And counsel'd him to put a boldnesse on When Henry like the sunne was progrest North This Mercury and wandring starre peep'd forth This counterfeit and Artificiall Rose Like to the true ones which in Winter goe Backe to their Causes and themselves disclose In Summer did himselfe in Summer show But all the Winter with the Dutchesse kept Where like a Rose he in his Causes slept But from this sleepe when he was well awake And had on England an attempt design'd Debtours and Malcontents his part did take And Bankrouts flock'd by swarmes which is a kind Of Resonable Insect that is made Of the corrupted matter of some Trade No man of marke was in the Armie seene Except men marked for some Villanies Felons and Theeves whose fortune it hath beene To lay the frames of puissant Monarchies A man as Henry Great might feare their force For Rome and Turkie did beginne from worse Fierce Spartacus the Fencer once defi'd Rome at her full with Gaole-birds lately flowne Out of their Cage so bravely that he try'd Great Pompei's fortune to be overthrowne The fight is doubtfull with that foe to try Who brings despaire arm'd with necessity That none of name and family were there Henries preventing wisedome did effect They by the hand and Sword of Iustice were Cut off whose Fortunes Perkin might protect His vitall spirits floated in their blood And all his hopes were drowned in that flood They land in Kent but there no people rise Because no braver men with Perkin came A meane Aspect strikes not the vulgar eyes But shew a great though an inglorious name You cannot then their wild devotion hold They will adore a Calfe if made of Gold Nor did the Gentry second his designe But mustring up the People that were there They Marshall'd them in warlike discipline Without confusion which made Perkin feare For Tumult was his Hope they did not looke Like men of Perkins Church that Orders tooke Himselfe lands not when he their Order saw Which was a Badge and Livery of a foe Their faire array did so the stripling awe He durst not venture from his shippes to goe And it was thought that had he come a shore The Youth had never made Sea voyage more The Kentish seeing that no more would land Nor touch the fatall ground the Battaile strooke And slew them fore they could their ships command Some sevenscore of the Heard were Prisoners tooke A just mischance to them for 't was no more Than they had beene or should have beene before Henry for terrour put them all to death Here he was strangely rigorous hut Hee At the more great Rebellion of Black-heath Was strangely mild so that a man may see Caesars and Cato's nature met in one Spare all like Caesar or like Cato none When just revenge hath a right levell made Home to the head she may the arrow bring And when provoked Iustice drawes her blade â—nto the fire she will the scabber'd fling Iustice and sinne should keepe an equall race If sinnes doe gallop justice must not pace And thus the courses kept by Rome of old Were full of terrour or without it quite Camillus sayd the way to Latium hold Was Punishment or love And Henry might From Alexander some such notion have Or to save all or none at all to save Once by the Samnites when the Hoast of Rome Was streight en compas'd one did thus advise Or slay them all or send them fairely home Shunne the third way so place your courtesies That Rome endeard may be your friend or so Confound her that she cannot be your foe This blaze extinct Perkin to Flanders sail'd To fetch more fuell thence to Ireland came That fumes and vapours from those bogs exhal'd Might the expired Meteor reinflame But the late thunder made by Poyrings there Had purg'd the ayre and made the Region cleare Ireland did nothing to his succours bring But blustring pray'rs and uneffectuall vowes Therefore they thinke on Scotland whose young king They did presume the quarrell would espouse Glad that with England he
some cause espy'd With strength and colour for his cause beside To Scotland come they welcome him at Court For Charles of France had prepossest the King And by his letters had prepar'd him for 't And to the Presence Chamber Perkin bring Where King and Nobles sate in state that day To be spectatours of a Puppet-play Admitted to have audience he presum'd To play the man he knew not he did looke Stately enough and Spiritlike assum'd The Body of another for he tooke Yorke from himselfe and having made a rape Vpon his Part thus acted in his shape Sir shall you please to lend a gratious eare To a sad story and a Princely eye To a sad spectacle then know that here Both of those objects represented lye And such that judgement will not censure right Whether the tale be sadder or the sight Englands fourth Edward as your highnesse knowes Two Orphans left to Crook-backe Richards care A man as farre estrang'd from faith as those With whom these Maximes Orthodoxall are Ravish Astrea and pull justice downe If on the ruines you may scale a crowne Soone he imploy'd his ministers of death To kill them both but take no blood at all But curiously to suffocate their breath To make a violent death seeme naturall 'T is a bold Cowardise when man shall dare To act the sinne and the suspition feare They posting to the Tow'r which was the fold Of these soft Lambs in a Wolves Custodie Sacrific'd one but they their Master told They had in both observ'd his Majesty He trusts them for from nature t is receiv'd An object much desir'd is soone beleeved Hard though they were and villanes to all worth They had some softnesse for they pittyed one As in the Chrystall which the freezing North Doth of an Ice convert into a stone Some little water uncongeal'd we finde Not hardned by the rigour of the wind And they in truth slew not the Eldest sonne For pittying Heav'n knowing that such a worke Is then done best of all when 't is not done Mov'd the Assassinates to spare poore Yorke The Holy-water issuing from his eyes Was Yorkes expiatory Sacrifice Now Royall Sir behold that Yorke in me Poore wandrer like that bird without a Gall Which was th' Espiall of the Arke for we Could finde no ground to rest our feete at all But our returnes should be of different kind She found an Arke I should an Altar finde First I was close imprisond in the Tow'r Then sent into the world which is to me But as the greater Gaole for to this How'r I never did enjoy a libertie So that you may this my strange freedome call A world of roome and yet no roome at all For but this peece of ground whereon I stand Lent by your Princely favour I have none And yet by birth the Monarch of a land A land by Tyranns now usurp'd upon Thus he whose hand should hold a Globe can meet No roome in all the Globe to set his feet Long have I gone as these tird limbes can tell Like restlesse Heav'n about the Earth 'till I Were certaine of his Death at last He fell At Bosworth field For Tyrans seldome die Of a dry Death it waiteth at their gate Drest in the colour of their Robes of State But what ' though Richard did at Bosworth dye The Persons are but changd and not the Case For now one Henry Tydder doth supply The vacant Seat and prides it in his place This Tyranne did of his corruption breed His grave was Henries wombe his blood his seed Henry for surenesse doth my sister wed It was his fortune to ascend a throne By the assistance of a Ladies bed Whose brother should have lost his life by one I had strange fate to Beds for once my owne Should have my life now hers will have my crowne Thinking to make the Truth by scorning weake He sports at me and sets himselfe aworke To give me names indeed he dares not speake Now thinke my owne without affright for Yorke Is Henries tetragrammaton and he dares No more pronounce it than the Jewes dare theirs He by th' imposing of the forged Stile Of Perkin would upon the Realme impose I am a counterfeit yet he the while Knowes I am Yorke but covers what he knowes Thus to the world two Counterfeits are brought Henry is one indeed J but in thought For were I an Impostor or a meere Imaginary Idoll why should He Me in his thoughts as the true Yorke revere And so commit civill Idolatry The World knowes his devotion and He Can sacrifice no more to Yorke than Me. For when in France his Armes were in the field To question the French Aribute and the Blade Drawne to decide so soone as France did yeeld T' abandon me so soone the Peace was made Here he confess'd my Birth and did advance My naturall Right I made the Peace with France Th' English with Flemmings trade the Flemmings come And trade with them but when th' Arch-duke did mak Some love to me he call'd his merchants home And interdicted trafficke for my sake Then can I be a nothing who have made A Kingdomes Peace and mar'd a Kingdomes trade And were I not that Yorke why should my Aunâ— Of Burgundy both recognize my Cause And second my designes who will not grant That she contesting against natures lawes Should wrong her Neece a Queene if she should get A Kingdome from her for a counterfet But to use farther demonstrations now Were in the Cause and to your judgement vaine Truth and your selfe were prejudic'd for you See clearely and the Truth it selfe is plaine But like to Truth of Old 't is in a Pit And must lie there unlesse you succour it Now in your brow Great Sir me thinkes I spy Characterizd both pitty and beliefe Of my sad state which with my selfe doth fly Vnto your pow'r and justice for reliefe These are the two which can my Hope 's compleat One makes you Good and both may make me great All Actions doe their consummations owe To Can and Will these Principles alone Are all-sufficient and doe grow in you One in your Pow'r and in your Iustice one You are my Gaurdian Angell these your wings Whose quills may write me in the list of Kingâ— The Greatest honour will be thine for I Shall be but as thy Creature a poore thing Temperd by thee and is it not more High And Glorious to make than be a King And know Brave Prince this shall thy honour be Kings have beene made Tyrans unmade by thee Thus Perkin boldly spake and did not spare To promise Mountaines to his Majestie Which are no more in nature than those are Call'd Hyperborean in some History And with such lâ—fe did personate his part That Nature never was so brav'd by Art King Iames to Perkins declaration sayd Who e're he were he never should repent That he had him his sanctuary made His winning lookes made all that saw relent For he
Titulum ne horresce novantis Non rapit Imperium vis tua sed recipit Ausonius de Seuero THE HISTORIE OF That wise and Fortunate Prince HENRIE of that Name the Seventh King of England With that famed Battaile fought betweene the sayd King Henry and Richard the third named Crook-backe upon Redmoore neere Bosworth In a Poem by Charles Aleyn Vnus mihi pro populo populus pro uno London Printed by Tho. Cotes for William Cooke and are to be sold at his shop neere Furnivalls-Inne gate in Holburne 1638. Perlegi historicum hoc Poema dignumque judico quod Typis mandetur Tho. Wykes R. P. Episc. Lond. Chapell domest To his Ingenious friend Mr. Charles Aleyn on this his learned Poem Sume Superbiam Quaesitam meritis THinke not that these my weaker lines can raise Or to thy name or to thy worke a praise Yet give me leave to write and let these be The Testimonialls of my love to thee They 're no true Leigemen whosoe're disclaime Tribute of Prayse unto thy Henries name Who now by thee instated lives more high Than in the joyes of former Royalty And from thy hand receives a better Crowne Than was his Kingdomes Transitory one â—y thee he conquers Death and Time thy words â—â—eld him his honour more than could his swords And gaine a Nobler victory than he Obtained o're usurping Tyrannie Great Henry whom wise heaven did ordaine â—o blesse this Realme with thy most happy reigne No more dull Chronicle thy worth shall hold Or sullen prose thy Noble acts infold Behold the shrine wherein thy reverend story Shall ever be preserved and thy glory Fresh to all Ages then 't is just we give Praise to his name ' has made thine truely live Ed. Sherburne To my deare Friend Mr. Charles Aleyn WHen Fame had sayd thy Poem should come out Without a Dedication some did doubt If fame in that had told a truth but J Who knew her false boldly gave fame the lye For I was certaine that this booke by thee Was Dedicated to Eternity Thy true lover Ed. Prideaux THE HISTORIE OF HENRIE THE SEVENTH A Cesar or that Maximilian Who was our Henries learned Contemporary And his owne Annalist and Historian Could only pen our Henries commentary For onely light it selfe it selfe can show And none but Kings can write what Kings can doe Yet if those heights which with aspiring looke Doe over-top the rest are easilier found And with more certaine observation tooke By those who stand upon the lower ground Then Henries fame shall not disparrag'd be Although his Altitude be tooke by me Richard whose gummes his Birth-day armed saw Presage of cruelty will needes make true That dreaded signe for he against the Law After confinement Gray and Rivers slew For he the Devils Axiome did know If you depresse you must confound your foe Rivers and Gray must sacrificed be The sad oblation to Hastings power But to appease divine Astrea He Is offer'd next a Scaffold at the Tower His Altar was curses his Obits were And for the Priest an Executioner But here 's a story scarse hath Parallell For at the time those two destruction met At the same Day and houre Hastings fell As in a Clocke you see a 'larum set So was his Ruine set Heav'ns vengefull power Wheel'd Hastings fate and strooke him at an houre 'T was Policie Hastings should suffer next For he had done his worke when they were slaine Richard this doctrine borrow'd from a Text In Machiavell who did this knowledge gaine From Caesar Borgia Whom you doe imploy In mischiefe when 't is done you must destroy â—hen Richard did the Prince and Yorke oppresse For in the method of Confusion Th' other were humble premises unlesse The Prince and Yorke be the conclusion It seemes he would by their pure Crimson shed Turne Yorkes white Rose to the Lancastrian Red. Such Teares which from scorcht Phaetons sisters fell And in their fall did into Amber turne Would with their Ashes be proportion'd well Rich ashes worthy of so rich an urne For such sweete Corpses and such limmes as theirs No Tombe is fit but one congeal'd of teares Twin-brethren in their death 's What had they done O Richard sees a fault that they were in It is not Actuall but a Mortall one They Princes were 't was their Originall sinne Why should so sweete a Paire of Princes lacke Their Innocents Day in th' English Almanack Now here stand still and gaze their Father did Richard instruct Henry the sixt to Kill Their Father taught him by the blood he shed The Art how he his childrens blood should spill Who valew others blood at a low rate Make their owne cheaper to be higgled at The sword of vengeance which a single twine Held over Richards head must now drop downe With ruine at the point the Eye divine Hath spied a Hand that must lop off his Crowne Henry like Meleager must come o're And combat with this Caledonian Bore Fourth Edwards Queene and Henries mother plot The Vnion of her daughter and her sonne Both must be set as Flowers in Hymens Knot And the two Roses be conjoyn'd in one In Henries Royall Crowne there 's not a stone Gives it such lustre as this Vnion Fate did this Vnion to Henry owe In whom there was a union more rare The Heaven's doe not such a Conjunction show When the two highest Planets married are Scarse had the world seene such a union yet Where Wisdome Valour and where Fortune met But though the Queene and Lady had contriv'd Their Cabinet of councels close as his Who vow'd to burne his shirt if it conceiv'd But his least plot Yet all unlocked is By some false Key Kings have long hands and eares And then heare best when they have greatest feares Buckingham flies for this and monie 's bid For 's Head curs'd Banister the bargaine made And made his Lord his Ware and basely did Sell him for money which he ne'r was payd Ingratefull servant thou to him didst owe All that thou couldst and all thou couldst not doe Puissant Gold Redearth at first made man Now it makes Villaine this refined clod Can what nor love nor time nor valour can Iove could doe more in Gold than in a God Destruction surer comes and rattles lowder Out of a Mine of Gold than one of powder But Banister hath his merit this offence And treacherous Act his progenie betray'd To Heaven's revenge But why must Innocence Suffer for him stay there the Ancients made Divine Revenge to be the child of Night Shut to the Earths but open to heav'ns sight Th' immediate hand of Heav'n did scourge this sinne One sonne waâ— drown'd one sonne with lamenesse took White Leprous scales rough-cast his daughters skin His Eldest sonne was with a madnesse strooke And so unfit to be an heire that he Had not his portion oâ— humanitie But here I wonder Richard did not pay Such Traytors how can Richard justly looke For more such agents others
her plates The wreath of Conquest in a Generous minde Is an inducement to a moderation In all exalted spirits you shall finde Something of humblenesse for mitigation And Old Rome built as Marius thought best The Fane of Honour lower than the rest He conquer'd yet lay prostrate in the field His sacred Campe did like a Temple looke Where Henry first diâ— stand now Henry kneeld And chang'd his sword into a Prayer Booke And solemnely did a Te Deum say Heaven 's a kinde Creditour whom thankes can pay Care and his Crowne met at his Head together He is no sooner King but he must be An Oedipus and solve this riddle whether He 'le claime by Wife or Birth or Victory But for this Triple Knot Henry had stor'd A Tripple wedge and broke this threefold Cord. If by his Wife he in effect had sayd The line of Yorke was better than his owne Or why should man who is the womans Head To a womans hand doe Homage for a Crowne And Henry thought it an unkingly thing To have his Crowne indebted to his Ring Nor would he claime by Conquest or give part Vnto the sword for that would but affright The Realme to forc'd obedience and start Men into giddy subjects for it might Make their faith stagger and obedience reele If Henries Scepter had beene made of Steele At last his love to himselfe made the case plaine That Titles Royall in his blood did flow And every Veine was a Basilick veine This made him absolute Henry did know That Princes were most independent when Their Crownes doe hold of Nature not of men Having thus defin'd which sodainely was done For 's consultation and his choyse did goe Together in a Progresse he set on For London in a Coach unseene and so Appearing not some God appear'd to be Whom men adore and yet no shape doe see Then Orisons and Hymnes at Pauls were sung And as before Te Deum sung agen His Banners in the Church for offrings hung When Henry pray'd in th' Armie the Campe then Appear'd a Church when he his Banners rear'd Within the Church the Church a Camp appear'd Suspicion now whisper'd these aires about That Henry was not reall every head That could nor cleare yet could create this doubt That Henry never would with England wed And joyne with Yorke How can a sâ—eete enfold Two houses which a Kingdome could not hold This doubt had ground for he had given some Hope To match with Brettaigne But his case requir'd Some reservation and an other scope Than he pretended or than they desir'd In Common Tracts great actions must not goe Here that 's the Kings high way which fewest know To hush this talke he promis'd faithfully To match at home and make this noise appeare A Fable gotten in adultery Betweene a scandalous Tongue and itching Eare. Bad them trust Henry not the Buzze of Fame Which like some Hound opens where is no game His Coronation then he hastened Which that the title might be all his owne â—efore the marriage was accomplished â—east she might seeme a sharer in the Crowne For though in other loves 't is strange yet he Knew that his love might here his Riv all be â—nd for his Glory and his safety too â—e did erect the Guard Henry conjorn'd â—hings different in themselves what none could doe â—he two discordant Roses he combin'd And which have rarely beene allie'd by fate He did unite security and state â—hen cal'd a Parliament so to proclaime â—hat Iustice was the Rule he 'de governe by â—nd that a Crowne alone was not his ayme â—hus Hercules constelled in the skie Though with one hand he at the Crowne doth reach He doth the other to the Balance stretch There with a Generall Pardon he allaies The feares of th' Adverse Party he did finde That feare lodg'd in a subjects brest can raise A dangerous Passion as we see combind Th' Order of Causes in the Chaine of Fate So 't is in Passions if we feare we hate Statutes 'gainst Riots were enacted then By penalties to crush sedition I' th' shell for a confused Masse of men Is as the Chaos whence Rebellion Is first created and all Riots are The seedes and Elements of Civill warre The Parliament dissolved he begunne To make his summer Progresse with his shine To cleare the Northerne ayre and like the sunne To Cancer did approach the Tropicke signe And warming there the Yorke-addicted Hearts He made the Summer Solstice in those parts Stafford and Lovell now who had not dar'd To leave their Sanctuaries had he beene neare Rise in the South like some new starres nor feard The King thus distant boldly to appeare Like Venus shine at noone if she doth runne Her greatest Elongation from the sunne Lord Lovell with his powrs advancing forth March'd towards Yorke the King to let them know He was in 's Zodiack still though so farre North Did suddenly against the Rebels goe In civill discords a delay may be More dangerous than a temeritie But by his Heralds first he pardons sent So Tamberlane sent his white flagge before Henry by lenitives not corsives meant Those ulcerated members to restore No soldier but a Herald nor a blow But strange a Pardon overthrew the foe The best of Trophees chiefely when the warre Is betweene King and subject those are best Complexion'd conquests which least sanguine are And those most modest which doe blush the least Camillus once was by Romes Senate thought Worthy to Triumph though he had not fought And greatest Trophee too they layd their hearts At Henries feete to be triumphed o're And yeelded their mindes captive which imparts The bravest glory to the Conquerour For 't is more hard to reconcile than kill For you may force ones pow'r but not his will After this Northerne blast was overblowne The King is made the Father of a Sonne Arturus cal'd after whose birth did frowne State-tempests in the land new stormes begun To shake his throne thus tempests beate the skies Soone as that starre which beares his name doth rise A new King is in making who pretended Fourth Edwards blood and that his line was not Broke off nor yet his lawfull issue ended And when a King a Prince of Wales had got A Priest steps in and undertakes to get A Duke of Yorke or a Plantagenet A Bakers sonne the Preist intends to mold Into a Prince a matter that would sute Well wrought with any feature how they could Transchange the Bakers bread I le not dispute This act is almost of as high a state The Bakers sonne he 'le Transubstantiate First he resolv'd his scenicke Prince should play The Duke of Yorke but when he heard the King Purpos'd to make Plantagenet away He chang'd his Theame and his Mercuriall thing Must act young Warwicke when this Prince is slaine Enter his Ghost new conjur'd up againe The Boy was capable all formes t' admit Like the Materia prima and might be By some Philosopher mistooke
for it In him as in some Pictures you might see A different face on this side he was tooke For Yorke on that he did like Warwick looke Yet if you marke the Consequents you may Conceive that the Queene Dowager was she That did this Picture draw the Project lay For Henry mu'd her up at Bermondsey Iust at that time who else had nothing done Worth turning of a Queene into a Nun. Beside the Priest did ne're the Coppie see He was to write by nor the â—aâ—e survay He was to pourtraict like young Painters he Did on this Peece but the dead colours lay Her Pencell 't was so did it to the life That th' extract with the patterne was at strife Yet though the Peece was lim'd most curiously He knew his object must not stand too neere Th' examination of a judging eye His Picture farthest fairest would appeare This show must be farre off or in the night His Puppit-play was best by Candle-light The Priest to Ireland for this reason goes Their humours there did with the place agree Who did inhabit by the Alpin snowes Their valour like their snow dissolv'd would be As Florus hath of old observ'd and here The Bogges and men equally ticklish were Some of the great ones first came fairely on T' adore this Idoll but the People doe Runne headlong in a wild devotion As in a Iacke the greater Wheeles doe goe With soft and sober turnings but the lesse Are hurried with a whirling giddinesse At Dublin Castle he was entertain'd With honour due unto a King brought thence He 's in the Church proclaimed where he feignd The Genuine bravery of a naturall Prince That of Sebastian sorteth with this Else He was the true one or the Divell himselfe When in the fable Mercury is sayd To baffle Sofia that he knew not whether He was himselfe or not he never playd More neately for if these two met together It might be feared that this Mimicke Youth Would have Out-York'd him that was York in truth The Country where they layd the Scene did more Trouble our Henry than the part they playd For if the King in Person should sayle o're England would rise though Ireland should be lay'd Like the Barbarians Emblem of the hide Tread upon one you raise the other side Lost in this doubt the King resolves to try His usuall Art of warre and to stand sure At the old guard he conquer'd Rebels by He threw a Pardon out 't was Henries lure That Rebels stoop'd at and his fairest way To win for Henries Olive was his Bay â—hen that th' Imposture might be plainely seene 〈◊〉 Publicke true Plantagenet was showne 〈◊〉 the disparity that was betweene The Truth and Counterfeit was easâ—y knowne They judg'd without a Perspective and glasse That this a starre that but a Meteor was Lincolne knew well this fallacie yet he Pretending Ignorance to Ireland sayld This Earle by Richard was design'd to be The next successour if right Heires had fail'd And he resolv'd when e're the field was won This King should Play no more his part was done This flash was but a Starre imaginary But the reflex of a Plantagenet That of it selfe would vanish and miscarry And this by Henry or eclips'd or set And Lincolne thought when they should disappeare To be translated to the English spheare Burgundias Dutchesse next whose envious eye Star'd upon Henry to effascinate His greatnesse did with so much malice rise That Nature seem'd this Lady to create To try a new experiment and see How much might goe to th'making of a Shee They call'd this Dutchesse Henries Iuno who As if her fingers spun the threds of fate For the two Rivall families did doe Or undoe any thing and meditate To raise the Yorkists Henry to destroy Yorke was her Greece and Lancaster her Troy The reputation of the Dutchesse lent Face to the Action and her forces Heart Two thousand Almaines to their ayde were sent Vnder the charge of old experienc'd Swart Such are best leaders for old chiefes are such Whom death ev'n makes a conscience to touch Thus bravely back'd they cal'd a Councell whether The warre and action should be seated there For that of force would draw our Henry thether And stirre up dangerous alteration here Be not the Lyon or the Eagle by And every beast will rore every bird fly But nor that Country bred nor could be bought Enough to keepe so great an armie there Ev'n hunger would have made their bellies thought Their throates were cut before a sword came neare And make them such thin starvelings that they might Be fitter for a visit than a fight This made the Peoples generall votes encline For England they in civill discords strike The businesse home nor dare the chiefes decline Their wishes for they lead their leaders like The Dragon in the fable where the head Was in the rereward and the taile did lead It was good Policie to make the warre Invasive for invaders seeme to come With bravest Hearts and th' Irish thought they were So freinded here that they might beat 's at home And Scipio spake an Oracle when he Sayd Africk must in Africk conquer'd be Soone did the Rebels under the command Of Lincolne Swart of Lovell and Kildare In Lancashire without impeachment land No Fleet to intercept them being there Strange since attempts by Sea are best withstood In cittadels of Oke and walls of wood The Art of warre hath rarely thought it fit To let our enemie land determind so In fatall eighty eight or to admit Vpon our shore th impression of a foe T is ominous and hath beene often knowne They stampe the ground they tread on for their own But Henry gave them landing so he did To Perkin after else the King had showne Perhaps injustice should he them forbid To enter peaceably upon their owne Poore things he let them come into his traine Then Piniond them from flying backe againe Landed their march points towards Yorke a place Once fit for their designes for 't was the Bed Where the White Roses grew and whence the race Of all the true Plantagenets was spred That Corner for his shrine this Image chose And there a Bramble would supplant a Rose But had not shame made silence Lovell might Have told the nature of the place was changd T was there where he himselfe refus'd to fight And ran away when all his men were rang'd And Henry had beene there whose Physicke had Cheerd up the wholsome blood and purg'd the bad The King makes on to let them see there lay A better King i' th' Packe Of foes at home Let me but see them he was wont to say As if with him to see and overcome Were termes convertible but see and dye Like Basiliskes kings having a Killing eye And sure the Princes presence hath beene thought Most efficatious that the action might Sort to an issue and some nations brought Their Infant Kings in Cradles to the fight My Prince shall make me
discipline Who would the Body of an Armie make Must the beginning at the Belly make Then men were rais'd and ammunition brought Monie's indeed the sinew of all warre But sinewes of the Armes and Armes are thought By Machiavell to be preferred farre Thus Solon deem'd when he that Monarch told The better Iron would have all the Gold For leaders of these men he did assigne Bedford and Oxford so they us'd to be His choyse had in it something of Divine Fix'd with a kinde of fatall Constancie None from his Grace but Stanly fell away He was the onely State Apostata He would not their Election decline Their fortunes did for their election call Felicity is an egregious signe And proper Marke to choose a Generall Let judgement valour in the Van appeare T is nought if Fortune bring not up the Reare But Henries Agents now to Henry sent That Maximilian could no succour be Henry so cover'd this advertisment That none perceiv'd he saw what he did see Like to the Opticke vertue in the eyes Vnseene it selfe yet all things else discries His weakenesse did Originally rise From 's Flemmings who indocile to obey Did contumeliously their Prince despise Which made him once in jesting earnest say That other Kings were Kings of men but He Was King of Kings who would no subjects be So true was that which Machiavell once spake On Maximilian who so e'r despends Shall from his freindship no more succour take Than the Campanians brought unto their friends Who being small in strength and great in Fame Vnto their aydes brought nothing but a name Then Henry ship'd his men meaning to be Alone in th' Action and the Honour too He had so soone pass'd the obedient sea As if it had profess'd what our Lawes doe 'T was under his dominion and his owne As of the Ligeance of the English crowne Then march'd to Bulloine and already took 't In their capacious thoughts with threatning eye They look'd upon it as Gonsalvo look'd On Naples when he vow'd rather to dye With one foote forward in a noble heate Than live an age with halfe a footes retreate But sudainely coole Aires of Peace did breath Lord Cordes did negotiate that Peace Whose Spirit once breath'd onely warre and death Treates now that all hostility may cease The Fabled Clowne would wonder to behold One like his Satyre blowing hot and cold And here was Henries wisedome not to heare Peaces soft tunes before the Drummes had strooke A low'd defiance when his forces there Might force his owne Condition to be tooke That 's the brave Peace whose Articles are made Vnder a shield and written with a blade This Peace pleas'd Henry which the Frenchmen bought With more than th' English gave unto the warre But yet the People seeing he did nought With all the Money were enrag'd so farre That to a dangerous Proverbe they presum'd Himselfe he feather'd and his people plumd But our young gallants had most neede of blackes Who to be bravely furnish'd paund their lands In hope of these French warres and on their backes Brought so much English ground to Callis sands That they left none A strange Armoriall shield That they should beare their Armes without a field He therefore meant to make the peace be thought His Councels act and suffer'd them to take Rich presents as with which the Peace was bought Vnder their shapes Henry this Peace did make Examine Iove and looke upon his scapes The Poets make them done in other shapes The course he us'd might prejudiciall prove By winning of his Councels hearts to France For Mutianus thus pretending love To Antonine did all his friends advance But Mutian by this Practise did so please Antonine lost all his dependances Yet Henry had faire Glosses for this Peace Which did his Honour with his subjects save T' exhaust no blood and to imburse th' increase Of yearely Tributs satisfaction gave None bled but the French treasure and the King Open'd that veine for Physicke every spring The End of this French warre was to rewinne Brittaigne which was past all Eviction gone And Maximilians aides which should have beene Meanes to acquire this End came never on No Agent doth his purpose more extend Which is defective both in meanes and end But this was his best Argument he heard That Burgundy was making of a King Out of a Duke of Yorke and justly fear'd The stormes which follow'd For this twice-born thing Like to the twice-borne Bacchus at his Birth Amaz'd with Thunder the affrighted Earth The linkes of causes set in Homers chaine Not closer joyn'd nor more continued are Than the affaires of Kings no Interreigne Is in their State nor Vacuum in their Care The sweating sickenesse in his Dayes so great Was a Presage that he should Reigne in sweate He having not respir'd since he last did Strive with a King in Substance falls at Oddes With a Phantasme an Idoll King will bid Henry defiance Kings are Earthly Gods And this prov'd Henry one that he should see So many Idols tempt his Deitie Burgundies Dutchesse knew imposture could As the best Ingen torture Henry most Therefore sh' had Spials for such Boyes as should Make Dukes of Yorke at last on one they crost So apt to take a forme that if there were A Rellicke of the Chaos it was there And this that Perkin was that Errant Knight Henries Landloper Ape of Majestie Sonne of a Jew who was a Convertite Oweing to England his nativitie And out of zeale the Dutchesse now will doe Her best to make the Sonne a convert too But this was pretty our fourth Edward did Christen the Boy and hence suspition feignes Some of that wanton Princes blood was hid To make him something Yorke in Perkins veines And this might well the Boyes ambition touch God-father had a sillable too much This is that metall must trans-changed be By leaving its first nature others doubt If Gold can be produc'd by Alchymie But I 'le presume this metall had come out If Henries starres did not the worke restreine As faire a peece as any Soveraigne Let Paracelsus glory that he can Make Artificiall men she will doe more And by a resurrection bring a man To ' a Naturall life which he had lost before Who in so neere a likenesse did survive As that he pos'd the clearest Perspective Soone as her Art this Bullion had refind She stamp'd him with the face of majestie And soone as she had this Rose Noble coyn'd She sent him from her least the mystery Might be discover'd and suspition should Thinke he were cast in a Burgundian mold Hot from her shop to Portugall he goes To waite a fit Conjuncture which must be When France and England are declared foes Soone as they had this opportunitie This Peece was vented on the Irish shore Where one as false was currant once before From thence King Charles sent for him into France Where he a guard and Princely service had So great an invitation might
enhance His price For greatnesse and great men doe adde Opinion and the most adulterate stone Will be thought true if worne by such an one But when this little Cockatrice did heare That France with England an accord did strike This Ghost of Yorke durst walke no longer there But fled it as a Circle Peace was like An Incantation and the very smell Of a Peace-offring did this spright expell Then like a Body which returnes into Its Principles he to the Dutchesse went And constant to himselfe did nothing doe Wherein he did not bravely represent A Prince and though by Nature he wâ—re none Custome that second Nature made him one The Dutchesse made it strange in company Where she would sift hm and with questions prove At length receiv'd him like some Prodigie She seem'd to imitate the Birds of Iove Which at the Sunne their doubtfull aiery view Nor till they thinke it false will thinke it true This newes our Commons swallow'd greedily Whose custome 't is to loath the present state Affecting change which is the quality That from their mother they doe propagate And as the Spaniards say there cannot goe A needles point betweene their J and No. He lively set the Peoples Humors forth Who drew a silly Asse and drew him clad In furniture of an unvalued worth Who though these rich habilliments he had Lothing his Golden saddle cast his eye Vpon an other base one that lay by Ill Humours then secretly gather'd head Whence to breake forth Thus doth the Earth dispense Her hidden waters till they finde a bed Where their collected streames may lodge and thence With struggling murmurs they a Passage teare And make a bubbling insurrection there The Lord Fitzwater Thwaites and Mountfort were The chiefe and Stanly who at Bosworth fought As Henries Guardian Angell will be here His Malus genius now as if he thought To tell the world that as he could create A King so he could one annihilate Henrie to make the world this juggling see Prov'd that the tender Princes had beene slaine And did evince infallibly that he Could not be Yorke unlesse they would mainteine His resurrection and beleeve his Tombe Had giv'n him up before the Day of Doome When Perkins lineage and himselfe were made Naked as truth Henry this course did hold To trip him up he with his traines essayd His followers and dependants They that would Blow up a Castle will beginne the Mine Some distance from the place which they designe If he can make but Perkins friends retreate He will by consequence Perkin oppresse To ' anticipate the wayes which make one great Is the compendious way to make one lesse When Causes stop effects doe make a Pause And perish in the ruine of their cause First Clifford from this Ignis fatuus flies Which shew'd but light to shew men how to erre And as the meteor is observ'd to rise From places where we doe our dead interre So the dead Duke gave matter to this flame And from his grave this Ignis fatuus came Their Towring Edifice began to shake So soone as Clifford their great prop was gone So Arches threaten ruine if you take Out of the Fabricke but a single stone And Henry now did all their secrets spye For Clifford was both Cabinet and Key Now having thus made their materialls like Sand without lime Henry the Archduke prayes â—o chase him out of Flanders so to strike â—he very ground where he his frame did raise Some ground to stand on was the onely thing The Ingener ask'd the Sicilian King The Embassadors which from our Henry went The foulenesse of the crime before him set That with more Zeale he might the fact resent A King but in his coine to counterfeit Is treason but to counterfet a King In 's Person is a more nefarious thing They tell his Birth like that the Tartars say Now of their Cinchis whom a widdow bore Without the ayde of man some hidden way Such was his Birth but when all else give o're Children this Dutchesse then such striplings brings As at their Birth give Battaile unto Kings Therefore they doe request him that he would Abandon Perkin and discard the Knave Out of the Packe since no Impostours should Or can in right any Protection have Vnder what Title can he be supply'd Who is not Yorke and Perkin hath deny'd The Answere they receiv'd was cold and short That th' Arch-Duke would not the Pretender ayde Which did not Answere Henries hopes nor sort With his desires for by the Rule which sayd If not against him with him Henry spy'd That he was secretly of Perkins side Therefore in point of Honour he commands No entertrafficke be with Flanders made Henry knew well that they would quit their hands Of one that should so damnifie their trade And did presume Flanders would bid adieu To this false coyne 'fore she would lose the true Advertis'd then that the disease did lye Both in the Realme and from the Realme did come The Plaster to the sore he did apply By cutting of Conspiratours at home These sharpe proceedings will annull their plots For swords are fittest for such Gordian Knots Take them away you reunite the State As when a Sweating Hinde with weighty stroke And blustring Hem which doth the sprits dilate And force with more contention cleaves an Oke And teares the Knotty trunke with labour'd blowes Remove the wedge the gaping rent will close Mountfort and Ratliffe first with Purple flood The scaffold dy'd The Gentiles to appease Their Idols offer'd up their Childrens blood An expiating sacrifice but these Were to a more devout observance growne Who to this Idoll offer'd up their owne Next Stanly comes his last accounts to yeeld Which cannot be made up without his head His purer blood stream'd forth at Bosworth field But the corrupt was on a scaffold shed Blood-letting never such a wonder had That the good blood should come before the bad How oft doe men advanc'd prove treacherous How soone the Graces of their Prince forget Thus Seian Plautian and Perennius So true is that the Florentine hath writ Great benefits as well as injuries Have beene the motives to conspiracies Knowing that nothing but a crowne can adde The last perfection to their power and state They reach at that and here more meanes are had Whereby they may their plot facilitate Their Princes love and freedome of accesse Make their strength more and their suspition lesse Henry was clos'd at Bosworth and the foe Had hem'd him in his toiles Stanly forbad Deaths and the foes surprise and sav'd him so This Stanly did yet this hard fortune had Was there no way to gratifie but this To take his life from him who gave him his Nay thinking this his service too to low For his so high intentions he did bring The Crowne and set it upon Henries brow And at once sav'd a man and made a King Was it not stange he that did set a crowne Vpon his
When people thinke their Princes courtesie Is not derived from his disposition But from constraint or some State secrecie The Grace is valu'd at a slender rate And more endangers than secures a State When desperate villaines ill successe have had Who rather had be guilty of the fact Atcheived than attempted they will adde A higher and a more nefarious act As when a stone-bow shootes too high we will To set the Bow set the Bead higher still They soone to Ireland did for Perkin send Who with his Councell canvassing the Case Their fond imaginations apprehend That was the Time and Cornewall was the Place Dispute not if his Councellours were able Who from their shop-bords clim'd a Counseltable In the first place a Scriv'ner Be it knowne To all men Perkins quarrell undertooke A Mercer then late from a shop-bord flowne Where he had beene condemned by his Booke To these a Taylour joyn'd as if he meant To mend his owne with the whole Kingdomes Rent With sixscore men he did in Cornewall Land Then did to Bodmin goe the Black-smiths towne Where without Proclamation or command His Kingship did encounter many a clowne The Black-smiths Cinders which were kept in store Might make a worse combustion than before But Perkin now a higher flight will sore He thinkes a Diadem fit for his brow He that was Richard Duke of Yorke before Calls himselfe Richard King of England now Thus Perkin did his former signe pull downe And for the Rose set up the Rose and Crowne He like a dying Taper would expire Which at the End as if the End it knew Musters together the surviving fire As if it would its languish'd flames renew Then blazeth forth a Gallant flash of light Then is extinct and lost in its owne night These Rebells in their madnesse had some wit And Policy which had a smacke of Braine They doe advise him some good Towne to get Where as in Garrison they might remaine Or if in Battaile they in field were beate To have some refuge whether to retreate Besides in gaine a pow'r attractive rests To call men to it should they once but taste The pillage of a Citty troopes of guests Would without bidding to the banquet haste All stoope at gaine and if the Lure shall faile A Pidgeon with a Haggard will prevaile Faire Excester fit Rendez-vous is thought But vainely for nor battring peeces were Nor other Ingens to the Citty brought And 'fore they starv'd them Henry would be there To coole their stomackes that they should not serve To stay so long till Excester should sterve For want of Cannon they did wildly cry And make the fields with barbarous shouts resound As if those hideous roarings should supply The Instruments of warre 'T is not the sound Of voyces but of instruments must make A Citty dance and her foundation shake Both for a needefull and a brave defence The Excestrians wisely did themselves prepare To keepe such hungry Customers from thence Men like to prove bad chapmen for their ware Who taking all might make a riddle just Faying for none none giv'n and none on trust And as their danger did collect their strength Into it selfe so did their spirits dilate In Hope that Henry would arrive at length Whose looke that fiction would annihilate With him a King what will false Richard doe Who but an Earle a true one did o're throw What gave them courage made the foe agast The hope of Henry for when he comes in Perkin must off and therefore must make hast Not quickely win or not at all to win Did Perkin with an equall danger strike Slow victory and ruine was alike Defective in the instruments of fire He made the fire his Instrument and set Fire to a gate the Citizens conspire To do the like so flames with flames were met Crosse to that moldie tenet which denies Cures can be taken but from Contraries Henry came thether soone as he did heare That King of Rakehels roreing in the West 'T was Perkins west indeed for he set there Towards whose end all were in Armes addrest Let Greatnesse feigned or true decline in state 'T is the worlds garbe t' accelerate her fate The Cornish soone did yeeld whom Henry tooke To mercy on submission for their Head And Leader Perkin had them all forsooke And wisely to a Sanctuary fled Where he was safe as if the place had bin A shrine for vice and priviledge for sin Crimes as if Sacred to some God were kept And Patronizd with the Religious care Of Sanctuary had a villane crept Within those wals he was protected there But while their Pow'r such Parracids releeves The House of Pray'r is made a Den of Theeves Henry too tender of the Priviledge Of Sanctuary would not draw him thence Although advisd by 's Councell who alledge No place could guard his person or offence And Canonists deny this Grace to those Who are their Princes and their Countries foes Cities of Refuge anciently were meant For such Offenders whom they guilty knew Of the thing done but guiltlesse of th' intent They helpd not others and Benajah slew The valiant Ioab by the Kings command Even when he touchd the Altar with his hand Henry to those enclind who did advise To win him thence that he might solve the doubt And sound the depth of his conspiracies Promise of life entic'd the Iuggler out Who like a Hokus-Pokus soone was won To shew the King how all his tricks were done Perkin to London did attend the King Contempt and wonder Perkin did attend Who as his life had beene no other thing But jugling like a Iuglers tricke doth end Which is of all admired when unknowne But every Boy will slight it when 't is showne As for deare Katherine in his love enthrald She had more pitty than himselfe had scorne And truly was the dainty white-Rose cald The Title falsely by her husband worne So faire that had you Beauties Picture tooke It must like her or not like Beautie looke What a deepe wound did th' Arme of fortune give Vpon a flesh so delicate as this And soft as Peace and slumber did she live With him that writ the metamorphasis She with a numming cold had turnd stone-dead And Gordon had for Niobe beene read Calamity in Homer bare foote goes Therefore encountring hard and stubborne men She makes a lesse impression of her woes For she is barefoot and treads lightly then But if with soft and gentle soules she meet She dares more boldly trample with her feet Hath Pomp a being 't is so transitory She 's nothing now that was even now a Queene There is no Present tense in this worlds Glory Even when it is it may be said to have beene This Cressant's waned and this Katharins wheele Resembling fortunes did her turnings feele But where her Perkin had deficient been Henry supplied Perkin but gave to her The titles of a Dutchesse and a Queene But Henry gave the meanes and did confer Such an
allowance that no more was due Vnto those titles if they had beene true Now the Celestiall powers did ordaine A good effect from a bad accident A Fray at Norham where some Scotts were slaine Brought on the match beyond the Frayes intent 'T was a brave match but a strange kind of wooing Where both the parties sought their owne undoing From ouglie Discord did faire union come So dainty Beauties have their being drew From the darke horror of a Negroes womb Antiquity ne'r such a reason knew To ratifie her Axiom that strife Gave all things Being and all beings life These Nations Concord thus deriv'd from strife From stormie wrath and boistrous injurie Is in that Goddesse typified to life Who is the Queene of love and unity This Venus her Originall must have From a rough billow and a rugged wave The wayes of â—eav'n are Pathlesse ther 's no light To trace or pâ—â—ck them all those Counsels lye Vnder the Privy-Seale of depth and night That boundlesse Arme will worke by contrary And when that Oculist his skill will try Eve'n Clay shall be Colyrium for an eye King Iames incensed that no orders are Tooke by the wardens by his passion driv'n Dispachd a Herauld to denounce a warre If present satisfaction were not giv'n Henry was all for peace for with the Scott The warres were barren and he lov'd them not Therefore Grave Durham who was most engag'd They were his men that did this quarrell make Writes to the King of Scotland thus enragd But no smooth lines this angrie Mars can take Letters from Venus would have faild in this Sent by a Dove and sealed with a Kisse Not thus prevailing he in Person went But Henry first his businesse approves And was his letters fuller supplement For viva vox not the dead letter moves When he Preachd Peace King Iames to peace did bow And 's Gospels not Epistles did allow The King saw farther than the Bishop could He told him that his Match with England might This Knot of Peace inviolable hold A Princes thoughts sore above humane flight Ther 's not a King but is in this like Saul For by the head he 's higher than them all 'T was an indâ—biate Oracle he spake Divining that this matrimoniall tye The great Conjunction of both Realmes would make And that a Peace as fixd as destinie A greater truth nor Priest nor Sibyll gave From Delphian Tripod or Prophetick Cave That age the marriage saw and we in it The great effect a peace inviolate And since the dâ—slocated realmes are knit It will the juncture more consolidate Thus in a bone cure but the fracture right Those parts of all most solidly unite About this time our world began to thinke Of a New world 't was an Italian Head â—here this imagination first did sinck â—hat other Lands might be discovered As Blith Democritus of old had done In his assertion of more worlds than one Ev'n when the world had left to Hope for more And like the Three-Night Giant set a marke And non plus ultra not to be pass'd o're Columbus like the Dove sent from the Arke With wing-like Sailes by unknowne waters past Till he found footing for himselfe at last The furious Youth of Macedon was sad That one poore world should bound his victories But had Columbus lived then he had So plagu'd the Gallant with discoveries That he had forc'd him to confesse that store Did worse torment him now than want before The Prophesie of Seneca did make Small way to this discou'rie it exprest Rather a flash of Poetry and spake Of Islands in the North not in the West It sayd that Thule should no longer be The boundure of the Roman Monarchie This Probability more than the rest Mov'd Him for since but halfe of the degrees Of longitude were knowne toward the West He could not thinke the other halfe was Seas And that the Sunne did nought for halfe his race But gild the waves and there behold his face For this discovery he did obteine The use of three small Barkes from Ferdinand And sayling forty Dayes upon the Maine From the Canaries West discover'd land Then the ships seem'd to daunce and sailes unfurl'd Swel'd not with winde but pride for the New-world With poyson'd breath the Spanish pride would blast This glorious act For Envie doth invade Workes breathing to Eternitie and cast Vpon the fairest peece the greatest shade By petty starres her blacke infection skippes They 're Sunnes and Moones that suffer her Eclipse Nor he alone but even that Age shall want The glory of it since no Spaniard did Find it a Roman shall and hence they vant Some of Augustus coyne was there found hid Th' Historian and mintmaster did conjoyne To coyne this story and to forge this coyne For can it be that in Augustus time When Peace and learning strove with equall Glory And Arts were in their flourish and their prime This thing should not be register'd in story To leave so brave an action unwrit Argues both want of gratitude and wit Rather the Knight fam'd in the Welch records Shall have my Vote for in those Parts there were At their discov'rie found some Brittish words Good monuments that they had once beene there Henry may seeme entitled to the ground As by his Countreyman and subject found But the Acquist was for Castile mark'd downe By destiny which with the Golden East Did at the first compose the Catholick crowne And now hath gilt it with the Golden West And now the starres in his Dominions have Their rise and set their Cradle and their Grave Yet Henry had a tender of these lands Which he embrac'd not for it did not come In a fit time to one whose head and hands Had their just taâ—ke of businesse at Home Perkin that Little World did lately try The strength of Henries best discovery And tries it yet for Perkin hath contriv'd His freedome but is quickly had in chase To keepe him from the sea yet he arriv'd At th' Holy Iland of a Priviledge place And did unto the house of Bethlem flye In Bethlem then an Antichrist did lye The Promise of his life which was the baite That drew him out before drew him out now Some about Henry would have hang'd him straite But Henries disposition could not bow To hate a worme for spirits highly borne Did never joyne their anger to their scorne All that his stomacke suffer'd him to say Was take the Knave and put him in the stockes His heâ—les were justly punished for they Help'd his flight most where having heard their mockâ— And made a Spectacle they did him carry Vnto the Tow'r a fitter Sanctuary Lodg'd there his Keepers he attempts to win Who scorning his contemned state to Eye He plots to worke the Earle of Warwicke in To share the fate of his conspiracie It is hells Art an innocent to make Partake in Sinne in suffering to partake Wearie of life Warwicke the Plot embrac'd And ventur'd