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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A06960	The most honorable tragedie of Sir Richard Grinuile, Knight	Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.	1595 (1595)	STC 17385; ESTC S109856	24,305	114

my selfe with shame seruile wrack Nor if my hart degenerate should yeeld To entertaine an amorus thought of life And so transport mine honour to the field VVhere seeming-valure dies by cowards knife Yet zeale and conscience shall new forces build And others soules with my soule holdeth strife For halfe my men all that draw sound breath Are gone on shore for foode to conquer death If I forsake them certaine is their end If I obtaine them doubtfull is our fall Vpon my flight shame and their sacks depend Vpon my stay hope of good hap doth call Equall to me the meanest I commend Nor will I loose but by the losse of all They are the sinewes of my life and fame Dismembred bodies perish cripple-lame This sayd he sends a cock-boate to the shore To summon backe his men vnto their ship Who com'd a board began with some vprore To way their Anchors and with care to dip Their hie reuolues in doubt and euermore To paint deaths visage with a trembling lip Till he that was all fearelesse and feare slew VVith Nectard words from thē all dangers drew VVhen Midelton Saw Grinuills hie reuolue Past hope past thought past reach of all aspire Once more to moue him flie he doth resolue And to that purpose tips his tongue with fier Fier of sweete words that easelie might dissolue And moisten flint though steeld in stiffe attire Had not desier of wonder praise and fame Extinkt the sparks and still keepe dead the flame Greater and better then inarked he VVhich in the worlds huge deluge did suruiue O let thy wings of magnanimitie Not vainelie flatter Honour to acchiue Gainst all conceit impossibilitie By which thou murderst Vertue keepe aliue Nor in thy seeking of diuinitie Kill not heauens fame by base mortallitie O Grinuile thou hast red Philosophy Nature and Arte hath made thee excellent And what thou read'st hath grafted this in thee That to attempt hie dangers euident VVithout constraine or neede is infamie And honor turnes to rashnes in th'euent And who so darrs not caring how he darrs Sells vertues name to purchase foolish starrs Deere Knight thou art not forst to hazard fame Heauens haue lent thee meanes to scape thine ill If thou abide as true as is thy name So truly shall thy fault thy death fulfill And as to loue the life for vertues flame Is the iust act of a true noble will So to contemne it and her helps exclude Is basenes rashnes and no Fortitude He that compard mans bodie to an hoast Sayd that y e hands were scouts discouering harmes The feete were horsemen thundring on the coast The brest and stomacke footmen huge in swarmes But for the head in soueraigntie did boast It Captayne was director of alarms VVhose rashnes if it hazarded an ill Not hee alone but all the hoast did spill Rashe Isadas the Lacedemon Lord That naked fought against the Theban power Although they crown'd his valure by accord Yet was hee find for rashnes in that hower And those which most his carelesse praise affoard Did most condemne what follie did deuoure For in attempting prowesse is not ment But wiselie doing what we doe attempt Then sith t'is valure to abandon fight And base to darre where no hope is to winne Renowned man of all renowne the light Hoyst vp thy sailes delay attackts thy sinne Flie from ill-boding starres with all thy might Vnto thy hart let praise and pittie in This sayd and more desirous much to crie Sir Richard stayd him with this rich replie Captayne I praise thy warlike eloquence And sober Axioms of Philosophie But now's no time for schoole points difference VVhen Deaths blacke Ensigne threatens miserie Yet for thy words sound of such consequence Making flight praise and fight pale obloquie Once ere I die Ile clense my wits from rust And proue my flying base my stay most iust Whence shall I flie from refuge of my fame From whom euen from my Countries mortall foe VVhither but to the dungeon of my shame VVhy shall I flie for feare of happie woe VVhat end of flight to saue vild life by blame VVho ist that flies Grinuile Captayne no T'is England flies faire Ile of happines And true diuine Elizas holynes Shall then my lifes regard taynt that choyce faire First will I perrish in this liquid round Neuer shall Sunne-burnt Spanyards tongue endeare Iberian eares with what shall me confound The life I haue I for my Mistris beare Curst were that life should it her scepter wound And trebble cursed be that damned thought Which in my minde hath any fayntnes wrought Now for Philosophie defends thy theame Euen selfe Philosophie shall arme my stile Rich buskin'd Seneca that did declaime And first in Rome our tragicke pompe compile Saith Fortitude is that which in extreame And certaine hazard all base feares exile It guides saith he the noble mind from farre Through frost and fier to conquer honors warre Honie-tongd Tullie Mermaid of our eares Affirmes no force can force true Fortitude It with our bodies no communion beares The soule and spyrit sole doth it include It is that part of honestie which reares The hart to heauen and euer doth obtrude Faint feare and doubt still taking his delight In perrills which exceeds all perrills might Patience Perseuerance Greatnes and Strong Trust These pages are to Fortitude their king Patience that suffers and esteemeth iust VVhat euer woe for vertue fortunes bring Perseuerance holds constant what we must Greatnes that still effects the greatest thing And aimed Trust which neuer can dispaire But hopes good hap how euer fatall deare The Roman Sergius hauing lost his hand Slew with one hand foure in a single fight A thing all reason euer did with-stand But that bright Fortitude spred forth her light Pompey by storme held from th'Italyan land And all his sailours quaking in his sight First hoisted saile and cry'd amidst the strife There's neede I goe no neede to saue my life Agis that guilt the Lacedemon streete Intending one day battaile with his foes By counsaile was repeld as thing vnmeete The enemie beeing ten to one in shoes But he reply'd Tis needfull that his feete VVhich many leads should leade to many bloes And one being good an Armie is for ten Foes to religion and known naughty men To him that told Dienecus his foes Couer'd the Sun with darts and armed speares Hee made reply Thy newes is ioy in woes Wee'le in the shadow fight and conquer feares And from the Polands words my humor floes I care for naught but falling of the Spheares Thunder afrights the Infants in the schooles And threatnings are the conquerers of fooles As these my case is not so desperate And yet then these my darre shall be no lesse If this in them for fame was wondred at Then this in mee shall my desiers expresse Neuer shall Greece nor Rome nor Heathen state With shining honor Albions shine depresse Though their great circuits yeelds their acts large boūds

night which holds meane blisse in scorne By action kills imaginations sway And then euen then gluts cōfounds his thought VVith all the sweets conceit or Nature wrought Euen so our Knight the bridegroome vnto Fame Toild in this battailes morning with vnrest At noone triumph'd daunst made his game That vertue by no death could be deprest But when the night of his loues longings came Euen then his intelectuall soule confest All other ioyes imaginarie were Honour vnconquerd heauen earth held deare The bellowing shotte which wakened dead mens swounds As Dorian musick sweetned in his cares Ryuers of blood issuing from fountaine wounds Hee pytties but augments not with his teares The flaming fier which mercilesse abounds Hee not so much as masking torches feares The dolefull Eccho of the soules halfe dying Quicken his courage in their banefull crying VVhen foule Misfortune houering on a Rock The stonie girdle of the Florean Ile Had seene this conflict and the fearefull shock VVhich all the Spanysh mischeifes did compile And saw how conquest licklie was to mock The hope of Spayne and fauster her exile Immortall she came downe her selfe to fight And doe what else no mortall creature might And as she flew the midnights waking starre Sad Cassiopea with a heauie cheare Pusht forth her forehead to make known frō farre VVhat time the dryrie dole of earth drew neare But when shee saw Misfortune arm'd in warre VVith teares she blinds her eyes and clouds y e ayre And asks the gods why Fortune fights with man They say to doe what else no creature can O why should such immortall enuie dwell In the inclosures of eternall mould Let Gods with Gods and men with men rebell Vnequall warres t'vnequall shame is sould But for this damned deede came shee from hell And Ioue is sworne to doe what dest'nie would VVeepe then my pen the tell-tale of our woe And curse the fount frō whence our sorrows flow Now now Misfortune fronts our Knight in armes And casts her venome through the Spanysh hoast Shee salues the dead and all the lyuing warmes With vitall enuie brought from Plutos coast Yet all in vaine all workes not Grinuils harmes VVhich seene shee smiles and yet with rage imbost Saith to her selfe since men are all too weake Behold a goddesse shall thy lifes twine breake VVith that shee taks a Musket in her hand Raft from a dying Souldiour newlie slaine And ayming where th' vncōquered Knight did stand Dischargd it through his bodie and in twaine Deuids the euer holie nuptiall band Which twixt his soule worlds part shold remaine Had not his hart stronger then Fortunes will Held life perforce to scorne Misfortunes ill The bubling wound from whence his blood distild Mourn'd to let fall the hallowed drops to ground And like a iealious loue by riuall illd Sucks in the sacred moisture through the wound But he which felt deaths fatall doome fulfilld Grew fiercer valiant and did all confound VVas not a Spanyard durst abord him rest After he felt his deaths wound in his brest Hundreds on hundreds dead on the maymed fall Maymed on sounde sound in them selues lye slaine Blest was the first that to his ship could crall For wounded he wounds multituds againe No sacrifice but sacrifice of all Could stay his swords oblations vnto paine Nor in Phillippie fell for Caesars death Soules thicker then for Grinuils wasting breath The Nemian Lyon Aramanthian Bore The Hircanian Tyger nor the Cholcean Bulls Neuer extended rage with such vprore Nor in their brests mad monstrous furie lulls Now might they learne that euer learnt before Wrath at our Knight which all wrath disanulls For slauish death his hands commaunded more Then Lyon Tyger Bull or angrie Bore Had Pompey in Pharsalia held his thought Caesar had neuer wept vpon his head Had Anthonie at Actiome like him fought Augustus teares had neuer drownd him dead Had braue Renaldo Grinuiles puissance bought Angelica from Fraunce had neuer fled Nor madded Rowland with inconstancie But rather slayne him wanting victorie Before a storme flew neuer Doues so fast As Spanyards from the furie of his fist The stout Reuenge about whose forlorne wast Whilome so many in their moods persist Now all alone naught but the sourge imbrast Her foes from handie combats cleane desist Yet still incirkling her within their powers From farre sent shot as thick as winters showers Anger and Enuie enemies to Life Strong smouldring Heate noisom stink of Smoke With ouer-labouring Toyle Deaths ouglie wife These all accord with Grinuiles wounded stroke To end his liues date by their ciuell strife And him vnto a blessed state inyoke But he repeld them whilst repell he might Till fainting power was tane from power to fight Then downe he sat and beat his manlie brest Not mourning death but want of meanes to die Those which suruiu'd coragiouslie he blest Making them gods for god-like victorie Not full twice twentie soules aliue did rest Of which the most were mangled cruellie Yet still whilst words could speake or signes could show From death he maks eternall life to grow The Maister-gunner which beheld his eyes Dart fier gainst death triumphant in his face Came to sustaine him and with courage cryes How fares my Knight worlds glory martiall grace Thine honour former honours ouer-flyes And vnto Heaven and Vertue bids the bace Cheere then thy soule if deaths wounding paine it Abrahams faire bosome lyes to entertaine it Maister he sayes euen heers the opned dore Through which my spirit bridgroome like must ride And then he bard his wounded brest all gore To court the blessed virgine Lambe his bride VVhose innoncence the worlds afflictions bore Streaming diuine blood from his sliced side And to that heauen my soule with courage flyes Because vnconquerd conquering it dyes But yet replyd the Maister once againe Great vertue of our vertues striue with Fate Yeeld not a minute vnto death retaine Life like thy glorie made to wonder at This wounds recouerie well may entertaine A double triumph to thy conquering state And make thee liue immortall Angell blest Pleaseth thee suffer it be searcht and drest Descend then gentle Grinuile downe below Into my Cabbin for a breathing space In thee there let thy Surgion stanch our woe Giuing recuer to thee our wounded case Our breaths frō thy breaths fountaine gently flow If it be dried our currents loose their grace Then both for vs and thee and for the best Descend to haue thy wound bound vp drest Maister reply'd the Knight since last the sunne Lookt from the hiest period of the sky Giuing a signall of the dayes mid noone Vnto this hower of midnight valiantly From of this vpper deck I haue not runne But fought and freed and welcomd victorie Then now to giue newe couert to mine head VVere to reuiue our foes halfe conquered Thus with contrarie arguments they warre Diuers in their opinions and their speech One seeking means th'other a will to darre Yet both