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A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT FOVGHT BY HENRY THE FIFT of that name King of England against the whole power of the French vnder the Raigne of their CHARLES the sixt Anno Dom. 1415. The Miseries of Queene MARGARITE the infortunate Wife of that most infortunate King HENRY the sixt NIMPHIDIA the Court of Fayrie The Quest of CINTHIA The Shepheards SIRENA The Moone-Calfe Elegies vpon sundry occasions By MICHAELL DRAYTON Esquire LONDON Printed by A. M. for WILLIAM LEE and are to be sold at the Turkes Head in Fleete-Streete next to the Miter and Phaenix 1631. TO you those Noblest of Gentlemen of these Renowned Kingdomes of Great Britaine who in these declining times haue yet in your braue bosomes the sparkes of that sprightly fire of your couragious Ancestors and to this houre retaine the seedes of their magnanimitie and Greatnesse who out of the vertue of your mindes loue and cherish neglected Poesie the delight of Blessed soules And the language of Angels To you are these my Poems dedicated By your truely affectioned Seruant MICHAELL DRAYTON THE VISION OF BEN. IOHNSON ON THE MVSES OF HIS FRIEND M. DRAITON IT hath beene question'd MICHAEL if I be A Friend at all or if at all to thee Because who make the question haue not seene Those ambling visits passe in verse betweene Thy Muse and mine as they expect 'T is true You haue not writ to me nor I to you And though I now begin 't is not to rub Hanch against Hanch or raise a riming Club About the towne this reck'ning I will pay Without conferring symboles This 's my day It was no Dreame I was awake and saw Lend me thy voice O FAME that I may draw Wonder to truth and haue my vision ho●rld Hot from thy trumpet round about the world I saw a Beauty from the Sea to rise That al Earth look'd on that earth all Eyes It cast a beame as when the chear-full Sun Is fayre got vp and day some houres begun And fill'd an Orbe as circular as heauen The Orbe was cut foorth into Regions sea●●● And those so sweet well proportion'd parts As it had bin the circle of the Arts When by thy bright Ideas standing by I found it pure and perfect Poesy Ther read I streight thy learned Legends three Heard the soft airs between our swains thee Which made me thinke the old Theocritus Our Rurall Virgil come to pipe to vs But then thy epistolar Heroick Songs Their loues their quarrels iealousies wrongs Did all so strike me as I cry'd who can With vs be call'd the Naso but this man And looking vp I saw Mineruaes fowle Pearch'd ouer head the wise Athenian Owle I thought thee thē our Orpheus that wouldst try Like him to make the ayre one volary And I had stil'd thee Orpheus but before My lips could forme the voyce I heard that rore And rouze the marching of a mighty force Drums against drums theneighing of the horse The fights the cryes wondring at the iarres I saw and read it was thy Barons Warres O how in those dost thou instruct these times That Rebels actions are but valiant crimes And caried though with shout noise cōfesse A wild and an authoriz'd wickednesse Sayst thou so Lucan But thou seornst to stay Vnder one title Thou hast made thy way And flight about the I le well neare by this In thy admired Periegesis Or vniuersall circumduction Of all that reade thy Poly-Olbyon That reade it that are rauish'd such was I With euery song I sweare and so would dye But that I heare againe thy Drum to beate A better cause and strike the brauest heate That euer yet did fire the English blood Our right in France if rightly vnderstood There thou art Homer Pray thee vse the stile Thou hast deseru'd And let me read the while Thy Catalogue of Ships exceeding his Thy list of aydes and force for so it is The Poets act and for his Country's sake Braue are the Musters that the Muse wil make And whe he ships thē where to vse their Arms How do his trūpets breath What loud alarms Looke how we read the Spartans were inflamd With bold Tyrtaeus verse when thou art nam'd So shall our English Youth vrge on and cry An Agin-court an Agin-court or dye This booke it is a Catechisme to fight And will be bought of euery ●ord and Knight That can but read who cannot may in prose Get broken pieces and fight well by those The miseries of Margaret the Queene Of tender eyes will more be wept then seene I feele it by mine owne that ouerflow And stop my sight in euery line I goe But then refreshed by thy Fayrie Court I looke on Cynthia and Syrenas sport As on two flowry Carpets that did rise And with their grassy green restor'd mine eyes Yet giue mee leaue to wonder at the birth Of thy strange Moon-Calfe both thy straine of mirth And Gossip-got acquaintāce as to vs Thou hadst brought Lapland or old Cobalus Empusa Lamia or some Monster more Then Affricke knew or the full Grecian store I gratulate it to thee and thy Ends To all thy vertuous and well chosen Friends Onely my losse is that I am not there And till I worthy am to wish I were I call the world that enuies me to see If I can be a Friend and Friend to thee VPON THE BATTAILE OF AGINCOVRT VVRITTEN BY HIS DEARE FRIEND MICHAEL DRAYTON Esquire HAd Henryes name beene only met in Prose Recorded by the humble wit of those Who write of lesse then Kings who Victory As calmely mention as a Pedigree The French alike with vs might view his name His actions too and not confesse a shame Nay grow at length so boldly troublesome As to dispute if they were ouercome But thou hast wakt their feares thy fiercer hand Hath made their shame as lasting as their land By thee againe they are compeld to know How much of Fate is in an English foe They bleed afresh by thee and thinke the harme Such they could rather wish t' were Henries arme Who thankes thy painefull quill and holds it more To be thy Subiect now then King before By thee he conquers yet when eu'ry wora Yeelds him a fuller honour then his sword Strengthens his actions against time by thee He Victory and France doth hold in fee So well obseru'd he is that eu'ry thing Speakes him not only English but a King And France in this may boast her fortunate That she was worthy of so braue a hate Her suffering is her gayue How well we see The Battaile labour'd worthy him and thee Where we may Death discouer with delight And entertaine a pleasure from a fight Where wee may see how well it doth become The brau'ry of a Prince to ouer come What Povver is a Poet that can add A life to Kings more glorious then they had For what of Henry is vnsung by thee Henry doth want of his Eternity I. Vaughan TO MY VVORTHY FRIEND Mr.

doth enclose her eyes Neuer did death so terribly appeare 〈…〉 e first their Armes the English learnt to weeld ●ho would see slaughter might behold it heere 〈…〉 the true shape vpon this fatall field 〈…〉 vaine was valour and in vaine was feare 〈…〉 vaine to fight in vaine it was to yeeld In vayne to flye for destiny discust By their owne hands or others dye they must Here her deare Deuonshire noble Courtney dyde ●er faithfull friend great Somerset here fell ●●lnes Leukn●r Hamden Whittingham beside O Margarite who thy miseries can tell ●harp were those swords which made their wounds so wide Whose blood the soy●e did with abundance swell Other her friends into the Towne that fled Taken no better then the former sped But the amazing misery of all 〈…〉 heauen the great'st vntill the last had kept 〈…〉 it would say that after this none shall 〈…〉 mortall eyes be worthy to be wept The Prince her sonne who sees his friends thus fall And on each side their ●arkases lye heapt Making away in this most piteous plight 〈…〉 s taken prisoner in his tardy flight And forth by Cr●fts before the con 〈…〉 or brought ●is Proclamation cleering euery doubt 〈…〉 he youths safety liuing where he caught 〈…〉 a reward to him should bring him out But when they once had found him whō they soug 〈…〉 Hearing his answeres Princely wise and stout Those bloody brothers Hastings and the rest Sheath'd their sharpe ponyards in his many br 〈…〉 Queene Margarite thus of mortalls most forlo 〈…〉 Her sonne now slaine her army ouerthrowne Left to the world as fortunes only scorne And not one friend to whom to make her moane To so much wo was neuer woman borne This wretched Lady wandring all alone Gets to a homely Cell not farre away If possibly to hide her from the day But wretched woman quickly there bewray'd She thence is taken and to Prison sent Meanely attended miserably array'd The people wondring at her as she went Of whom the most malicious her vpbray'd With good Duke Humphries death her heart to rent Whilst her milde lookes and Gracefull gesture drue Many a sad eye her miseries to rue Till by Duke Rayner Ransomed at last Her tender Father who a Prince but poore Borrow'd great Summes of Lewis with much wast Which for he was not able to restore Prouince and both the Cicils to him past With fruitfull Naples which was all his store To bring her backe from earthly ioyes exil'd The vndon Father helpes the vndone Child And though enlarg'd ere she could leane the land 〈…〉 king a long yeere of each short-liu'd houre 〈…〉 e heare 's that by Duke Richards murthering hand ●he King her husband suffers in the Towre As though high heauen had layd a strict command Vpon each starre some plague on her to powre And vntill now that nothing could suffice Nor giue a period to her miseries FINIS NIMPHIDIA THE COVRT OF FAYRIE OLde Chaucer doth of Topas tell Mad Rablais of Pantagruell A latter third of Dowsabell With such poore trifles playing Others the like haue laboured at Some of this thing and some of that And many of they know not what But that they must be saying Another sort there be that will Be talking of the Fayries still Nor neuer can they haue their fill As they were wedded to them No tales of them their thirst can slake So much delight in them they take And some strange thing they faine would make Knew they the way to doe them Then since no Muse hath bin so bold Or of the Latter or the old Those Eluish secrets to vnfold Which ly from others reeding ●y actiue Muse to light shall bring The court of that proud Fayry King And tell there of the Reuelling Ioue prosper my proceeding And thou Nimphidia gentle Fay Which meeting me vpon the way These secrets didst to me bewray Which now I am in teiling My pretty light fantasticke mayde ●here inuoke thee to my ayde That I may speake what thou hast sayd In numbers smoothly swelling This Pallace standeth in the ayre By Negromancy placed there That it no Tempests needes to feare Which way so ere it bloweth And somewhat Southward tow'rd the Noone Whence lyes a way vp to the Moone And thence the Fayrie can as soone Passe to the earth below it The Walles of Spiders legges are made Well mortized and finely layd He was the master of his Trade It curiously that builded The Windowes of the eyes of Cats And for the roofe instead of Slats Is couer'd with the skinnes of Bats With Mooneshine that are guilded Hence Oberon him port to make Their rest when weary mortalls take And none but onely Fayries wake Descendeth for his pleasure And Mab his merry Queene by night Bestrids young Folkes that lye vpright In elder Times the Mare that height Which plagues them out of measure Hence Shaddowes seeming Idle shapes Of little frisking Elues and Apes To Earth doe make their wanton skapes As hope of pastime hasts them Which maydes thinkes on the Hearth they see When Fires well neere consumed be Their dauncing Hayes by two and three Iust as their Fancy casts them These make our Girles their sluttery rue By pinching them both blacke and blew And put a penny in their shue The house for cleanly sweeping And in their courses make that Round In Meadowes and in Marshes found Of them so call'd the Fayrie ground Of which they haue the keeping These when a Child haps to be got Which after proues an Ideot When Folkes perceiue it thriueth not The fault therein to smother ●ome silly doting brainelesse Calfe ●hat vnderstands things by the halfe ●ay that the Fayrie left this Aulfe And tooke away the other But listen and I shall you tell ● chance in Fayrie that be fell Which certainely may please you well In Loue and Armes delighting Of Oberon that iealous grew Of one of his owne Fayrie crue Too well he fear'd his Queene that knew His loue but ill requiting Pigwiggen was this Fayrie Knight One wondrous gracious in the sight Of faire Queene Mab which day and night He amorously obserued Which made King Oberon suspect His seruice tooke too good effect His saucinesse and often checkt And could haue wisht him starued Pigwiggen gladly would commend ●ome token to Queene Mab to send ●f Sea or Land him ought could lend Were worthy of her wearing ●t length this Louer doth deuise ● bracelet made of Emmotts eyes ● thing he thought that shee would prize No whitt her state impayring And to the Queene a letter Writes Which he most curiously end●es Con●●ring her by all the rites Of loue she would be pleased To meete him her ●●ne Seruant where They might without suspect or feare Themselues to one another cleare And haue their poore hearts cased At mid night the appointed hower And for the Queene a fiering Bower Quoth he is th●t faire Cowslip flower On Hipcut hill that

doe offer more Of men at Armes and Archers which they presse Of their owne Tenants Arm'd wite their own store Their forwardnesse foreshewes their good successe In such a Warre as had not beene before And other Barrons vnder Earles that were Yet dar'd with them an equall charge to beare Darcy and Camois zealous for the King Louell Fitzwater Willoughby and Rosse Berkely Powis Burrell fast together cling Seymor and Saint-Iohn for the bus'nesse closse Each twenty Horse and forty foote doe bring More to nine hundred mounting in the grosse In those nine Ships and ●itly them bestow'd Which with the other fall into the Road. From Holland Zeland and from Flanders won By weekely pay threescore twelue Bottoms came From fifty vpward to fiue hundred Tunne For eu'ry vse a Marriner could name Whose glittering Flags against the Radient Sunne ●how'd as the Sea had all beene of a flame For Skiffes Crays Scallops the like why these From eu'ry small Creeke couer'd all the Seas The man whose way from London hap'd to lye By those ●e met might guesse the generall force Dayly encountred as he passed by Now with a Troupe of Foote and then of Horse To whom the people still themselues apply Bringing them victuals as in meere remorce And still the acclamation of the presse Saint George for England to your good successe There might a man haue seene in euery streete The Father bidding farewell to his Sonne Small Children kneeling at their Fathers feete The Wife with her deare Husband ne'r had done Brother his Brother with adieu to greet One Friend to take leaue of another runne The Mayden with her best belou'd to part Gaue him her hand who tooke away her heart The nobler Youth the common ranke aboue On their coructing Coursers mounted faire One ware his Mistris Garter one her Gloue And he a locke of his deare Ladies haire And he her Collours whom he most did loue There was not one but did some Fauour weare And each one tooke it on his happy speed To make it famous by some K●ightly deed The cloudes of dust that from the wayes arose Which in their March the trampling troups do rear● When as the Sunne their thicknesse doth oppose In his descending shining wonderous cleare To the beholder far off standing showes Like some besieged towne that were on fire As though fore-telling e'r they should returne That many a City yet secure must burne The well-rigd Nauy falne into the Road For this short Cut with victuall fully stord The King impatient of their long aboad Commands his Army instantly aboard Casting to haue each company bestow'd As then the time conuenience could afford The Ships appointed wherein they should goe And Boats prepar'd for wastage to and fro To be imbarqu'd when euery band comes down Each in their order as they mustred were Or by the difference of their Armings knowne Or by their Collours for in Ensignes there ●ome wore the Armes of their most ancient towne Others againe their owne Diuises beare There was not any but that more or lesse Somthing had got that somthing should expresse FIrst in the Kentish Stremer was a Wood Out of vvhose top an arme that held a sword As their right Embleme and to make it good They aboue other onely had a word Which was Vnconquer'd as that freest had stood Sussex the next that was to come Aboard Boare a blacke Lyon Rampant sore that bled With a Field-Arrow darted through the head The men of Surry Checky Blew and gold Which for braue Warren their first Earle they w● In many a Field that honour'd was of old And Hamshiere next in the same collours bore Three Lyons Passant th' Armes of Benis Bold Who through ●he Wo●ld so famous was of yore A siluer Tower Dorsets Red Banner beares The Cornishmen two Wrestlers had for theirs The Deuonshire Band a Beacon set on fire Sommerset a Virgine Bathing in a Spring Their Cities Armes the men of Glostershire In Gold three Bloudy Cheuernells doe bring Wiltshire● Crowned * Piramed As higher Then any other to match to the King Barkeshire a * Stag vnder an Oake that stood Oxford a White Bull wading in a Flood The mustred men for Buckingham are gone Vnder the Swan the Armes of that old Towne The Londoners and Middlesex as one Are by the Red Crosse and the Dagger knowne The Men of Essex ouermatcht by none Vnder Queene Hellens Image Marching downe Suffolke a Sunne halfe ris●n from the brack Norfolke a Triton on a Dolphins backe The souldiers sent from Cambridgeshire a Bay Vpon a Mountaine watred with a shower Hartford two Harts that in a riuer play Bedford an Eagle pearcht vpon a Tower And Huntington a people proud as they Nor giuing place to any for their power A youthfull Hunter with a Chap●et Crown'd In a pyde Lyam leading foorth his Hound Northampton with a Castle seated high Supported by two Lyons thither came The men of Rutland to them marching nie In their rich Ensigne beare an Ermine Ram And Lestershire that on their strength relye A Bull and Mastiue fighting for the game Lincolne a ship most neatly that was lim'd In all her sailes with Flags and Pennons trim'd Sto●● Warwickshire her ancient badg the Beare W●rster a Peare-tree laden with the fruit A Golden fl●●ce and Hereford doth weare Stafford A Hermet in his homely sute Shropshire a Falcon towring in the ayre And for the Shire whose surface seemes most brute Darby an Eagle sitting on a Roote A swathed infant holding in her foote Olde Nottingham an Archer clad in greene Vnder a Tree with his drawne bowe that stood Which in a checkquer'd Flagge farre off was seene It was the picture of old Robin Hood And Lancashire not as the least I weene Thorough three Crowns three arrows smeard wi 〈…〉 blood Cheshire a Banner very square broad Wherein a man vpon a Lyon rode A flaming Lance the Yorkeshir● men for the● As those for Durham neere againe at hand A Myter crowned with a Diadem An armed man the men of Cumberland So Westmerland link'd with it in one Stem A ship that wrackt lay fierd vpon the sand Northumberland with these com'n as a broth 〈…〉 Two Lyons fighting tearing one another Thus as themselues the English men had show'd 〈◊〉 Vnder the Ensigne of each seuerall Shiere The natiue Welch who no lesse honour ow'd To their owne King nor yet lesse valiant were In one strong Reg'ment had themselues bestow'd And of the rest resumed had the Reare To their owne Quarter marching as the rest As neatly Arm'd and brauely as the best Pembrooke a Boat wherein a Lady stood Rowing herselfe within a quiet Bay Those men of South-wales of the mixed blood Had of the Welch the leading of the way Ca●rmardin in her collours beare a Rood Whereon an

can And you shall see I le quickly be a man Who me thus answered smiling boy quoth he If you 'le not play the wag but I may see You ply your learning I will shortly reade Some Poets to you Phoebus be my speed Too 't hard went I when shortly he began And first read to me honest Mantuan Then Virgils E●ogues being entred thus Me thought I straight had mounted Pegasus And in his full Careere could make him stop And bound vpon Pernassus by clift-top I scorn'd your ballet then though it were done And had for Finis William Elderton But soft in sporting with this childish iest I from my subiect haue too long digrest Then to the matter that we tooke in hand Ioue and Apollo for the Muses stand That noble Chaucer in those former times The first inrich't our English with his rimes And was the first of ours that euer brake Into the Muses treasure and first spake In weighty numbers deluing in the Mine Of perfect knowledge which he could refine And coyne for currant and as much as then The English language could expresse to men He made it doe and by his wondrous skill Gaue vs much light from his abundant quill And honest Gower who in respect of him Had onely sipt at Aganippas brimme And though in yeares this last was him before Yet fell he far short of the others store When after those foure ages very neare They with the Muses which conuersed were That Princely Surry early in the time Of the Eight Henry who vvas then the prime Of Englands noble youth with him there came Wyat with reuerence whom we still doe name Amongst our Poets Bryan had a share With the two former which accompted are That times best makers and the authors were Of those small Poems which the title beare Of songs and sonnets vvherein oft they hit On many dainty passages of wit Gascoyne and Churchyard after them againe ●n the beginning of Eliza's raine Accoumpted were great Meterers many a day But not inspired with braue fier had they Liu'd but a little longer they had seene Their workes before them to haue buried beene Graue morrall Spencer after these came on Then whom I am perswaded there was none Since the blind Bard his Iliads vp did make Fitter a taske like that to vndertake To set downe boldly brauely to inuent In all high knowledge surely excellent The noble Sidney vvith this last arose That Heroe for numbers and for Prose That throughly pac'd our language as to show The plentcous English hand in hand might goe With Greeke and Latine and did first reduce Our tongue from Lillies vvriting then in vse Talking of Stones Stars plants of Fishes Flyes Playing with wordes and idle Similes As th' English Apes and very Zanies be Of euery thing that they doe heare and see So imitating his ridiculous tricks They spake and Writ all like meere lunatiques Then Warner though his lines were not so trim'd Nor yet his Poem so exactly lim'd And neatly ioynted but the Criticke may Easily reproue him yet thus let me say For my old friend some passages there be In him vvhich I protest haue taken me With almost wonder so fine cleere and new As yet they haue beene equalled by few Noat Barlow bathed in the Thespian spring● Had in him those braue translunary things That the first Poets had his raptures were All Ayre and fire which made his verses cleere For that fine madnes still he did retaine Which rightly should possesse a Poets braine And surely Nashe though he a Proser were A branch of Laurell yet deserues to beare Sharpely Satiricke was he and that way He went since that his being to this day Few haue attempted and I surely thinke Those words shall hardly be set downe with inke Shall scorch and blast so as his could where he Would inflict vengeance and be it said of thee Shakespere thou hadst as smooth a Comicke vaine ●itting the socke and in thy naturall braine As strong conception and as cleere a rage As any one that traffiqu'd with the stage Amongst these Samuel Daniel whom if I May speake of but to censure doe denie Onely haue heard some wise men him rehearse To bee too much Historian in verse His rimes were smooth his mee●ers well did close But yet his manner better fitted prose ●ext these learn'd Iohnson in this List I bring Who had drunke deepe of the Pierian spring Whose knowledge did him worthily prefer ●nd long was Lord here of the Theater Who in opinion made our learnd'st to sticke Whether in Poems rightly dramatique ●trong Seneca or Plautus he or they ●hould beare the Buskin or the Socke away Others againe here liued in my dayes That haue of vs deserued no lesse praise For their translations then the daintiest wit Tha● on Parnassus thinks he highest doth sit And for a chaire may mongst the muses call As the most curious maker of them all A● reuerent Chapman who hath brought to vs Musaeus Homer and Hesiodus Our of the Greeke and by his skill hath reard Them to that height and to our tongue endear'd Tha● were those Poets at this day aliue To ●●e their bookes thus with vs to suruiue They would thinke hauing neglected them so long They ●ad bin written in the English tongue And Siluester who from the French more weak● Ma●e Bartas of his sixe dayes labour speake In naturall English who had he there stayd He had done w●ll and neuer had bewraid His owne inuention to haue beene so poore Who still wrote lesse in striuing to write more ●hen dainty Sands that hath to English done Smouth sliding Ovid and hath made him run With so much sweetnesse and vnusuall grace As though the neatnesse of the English pace Should tell the letting Latine that it came But slowly after as though stiffe and lame So Scotland sent vs hither for our owne That man whose name I euer would haue known● To stand by mine that most ingenious Knight My Alexander to whom in his right I want extreamely yet in speaking thus I doe but shew the loue that was twixt vs And not his numbers which were braue and hie So like his minde was his cleare Poesie And my deare Drummond to whom much ● owe For his much loue and proud I was to know His Poesie for which two worthy men I Me●stry still shall loue and Hauth●rne-den Then the two Beamounts and my Browne arose My deare companions whom I freely chose My bosome friends ● and in their severall wayes Rightly borne Poets and in these last dayes Men of much note and no l●sse nobler parts Such as haue freely told to me their hearts As I haue mine to them but if you shall Say in your knowledge that these be not all Haue writ in numbers be inform'd that I Onely myselfe to these few men doetye Whose workes oft printed set on euery post To publique censure subiect haue bin most For such whose Poems be they nere so rare In priuate