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A04260 His Maiesties poeticall exercises at vacant houres James I, King of England, 1566-1625.; Du Bartas, Guillaume de Salluste, seigneur, 1544-1590. 1591 (1591) STC 14379; ESTC S108288 44,587 126

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the ground The beggers boltes by forceates casten On all hands made to flie Iaw-bones and braines of kild and hurt Who wisht for paine to die The clinkes of swords the rattle of Pikes The whirre of arrowes light The howles of hurt the Captaines cryes In vaine do what they might The cracks of Gallies broken and bruzd Of Gunns the rumbling beire Resounded so that though the Lord Had thundered none could heare The Sea was vernished red with blood And fishes poysond all As IEHOVA by MOSES rod In Aegipt made befall THIS cruell fight continued thus Vncertaine all the while For Fortune oft on either side Did frowne and after smile It seem'd that MARS and PALLAS both Did thinke the day too short With bloodie practise thus to vse Their olde acquainted sport For as the slaughter ay increast So did the courage still Of Martiall men whome losse of friends Enarm'd with eigre will The more their number did decrease The more that they were harmd The more with MARS then were they fild With boldning spite inarm'd Now vp now downe on either side Now Christians seemd to winne Now ouerthrowne and now againe They seem'd but to beginne My pen for pitie cannot write My haire for horrour stands To thinke how many Christians there Were kild by Pagane hands O Lord throughout this Labyrinth Make me the way to vew And let thy holy three-folde Spreit Be my conducting clew O now I spie a blessed Heauen Our landing is not farre Lo good victorious tidings comes To end this cruell warre IN ALL the time that thus they fought The Spanish Prince was clipt With ALI-BASHA whome to meet The rest he had oreslipt And euen as throughout both the Hosts Dame Fortune varied still So kythde she twixt those Champions two Her fond inconstant will For after that the Castels foure Of Galleis both with sound And slaughter huge their Bullets had In other made rebound And all the small Artillerie Consumde their shots below In killing men or els to cut Some Cable strong or Towe Yet victorie still vncertaine was And Soldats neuer ceast With interchange of Pikes and Darts To kill or wound at least In end when they with blood abroad Had bought their meeting deare The victorie first on Spanish side Began for to appeare For euen the Spanish Prince himselfe Did hazard at the last Accompanied with boldest men Who followd on him fast By force to winne the Turquish decke The which he did obtaine And entered in their Galley syne But did not long remaine For ALI-BASHA proou'd so well With his assisters braue That backward faster then they came Their valiant foes they draue That glad they were to skape themselues And leaue behind anew Of valiant fellowes carcases Whom thus their enemies slew The Generall boldned then with spite And vernisht redde with shame Did rather chuse to leese his life Then tine his spreading fame And so of new encouraged His Souldiers true and bolde As now for eigrenesse they burne Who earst were waxed colde And thus they entred in againe More fiercelie then before Whose rude assault could ALI then Resist not anie more But fled vnto the forte at STEVIN For last refuge of all Abiding in a doubtsome feare The chance he did befall A MACEDONIAN souldier then Great honour for to win Before the rest in earnest hope To BASHA bold did rin And with a Cutlace sharp and fyne Did whip mee off his head Who lackt not his reward of him That did the Nauie lead The Generall syne caus'd fixe the head Vpon his Galley Mast At sight whereof the faithlesse Host Were all so sore agast That all amas● gaue backe at once But yet were staid againe And neuer one at all did scape But taken were or slaine OCHIALI except with three times ten Great Galleis of his owne And many of the Knights of MALT Whome he had ouerthrowne But if that he with his conuoy Had mist a safe retreat No newes had SELYM but by brute heard euer of this defeat WHEN thus the victorie was obteind And thankes were giuen to God Twelue thousand Christians counted were Releeu'd from Turquish rod. O Spanish Prince whome of a glance And suddainlie away The cruell fates gaue to the world Not suffering thee to stay With this the still night sad and blacke The earth ouer shadowed then Who MORPHEVS brought with her and rest To steale on beasts and men BVT all this time was Venice Towne Reuoluing what euent Might come of this prepared fight With doubtsome mindes and bent They long'd and yet they durst not long To heare the newes of all They hoped good they feard the euill And kest what might befall At last the joyfull tidings came Which such a gladnes bred That Matrons graue and Maids modest The Market place bespred Anone with chearefull countenance They dresse them in a ring And thus the formest did begin Syne all the rest to sing CHORVS VENETVS SIng praise to God both young and olde That in this towne remaine With voice and euerie Instrument Found out by mortall braine Sing praises to our mightie God Praise our deliuerars name Our louing Lord who now in need Hath kythd to be the same The faithles snares did compasse vs Their netts were set about But yet our dearest Father in Heauen He hath redeemd vs out Not onlie that but by his power Our enemies feet they slaid Whome he hath trapt and made to fall Into the pit they made Sing praises then both young and olde That in this towne remaine To him that hath releeued our necks From Turquish yoak prophaine Let vs wash off our sinnes impure Cast off our garments vile And hant his Temple euerie day To praise his name a while O praise him for the victorie That he hath made vs haue For he it was reuengd our cause And not our armie braue Praise him with Trumpet Piphre and drumme With Lutes and Organes fine With Viols Gitterns Cistiers al 's And sweetest voices syne Sing praise sing praise both young and olde Sing praises one and all To him who hath redeemd vs now From cruell Pagans thrall IN HEARING of this song mee thinks My members waxes faint Nor yet from dulnes can I keepe My minde by no restraint But lo my Y●nie head doth nod Vpon my Adamant brest My eie-lidds will stand vp no more But falles to take them rest And through my weak and wearie hand Doth slide my pen of lead And sleep doth els possesse mee all The similitude of dead The God with golden wings through ports Of horne doth to me creepe Who changes ofter shapes transformd Then PROTEVS in the deepe How soone he came quite from my minde He worldlie cares remou'd And all my members in my bed Lay still in rest beloud And syne I heard a joifull song Of all the fethered bands Of holie Angels in the heauen Thus singing on all hands CHORVS ANGELORVM SIng let vs sing with one accord HALLELV-IAH on hie With euery elder that doth bow Before the Lambe his knee Sing foure and twentie all with vs Whill Heauen and earth resound Replenisht with IEHOVAS praise Whose
like cannot be found For he it is that is and was And euermore shall be One onelie one vnseparate And yet in persons three Praise him for that he creat hath The Heauen the earth and all And euer hath preseru'd them since From their ruine and fall But praise him more if more can be That so he loues his name As he doth mercie shew to all That doe professe the same And not alanerlie to them Professing it aright But euen to them that mixe therewith Their owne inuentions slight As specially this samin time Most plainlie may appeare In giuing them such victorie That not aright him feare For since he shewes such grace to them That thinks themselues are just What will he more to them that in His mercies onelie trust And sith that so he vses them That doubt for to be sau'd How much more them that in their hearts His promise haue engrau'd And since he doth such fauour shew To them that fondlie pray To other Mediatours then Can helpe them any way O how then will he fauour them Who praiers do direct Vnto the Lambe whome onely he Ordaind for that effect And since he doth reuenge their cause That worship God of bread An errour vaine the which is bred But in a mortall head Then how will he reuenge their cause That onelie feare and serue His dearest Sonne and for his sake Will for no perrils swerue And since that so he pities them That beare vpon their brow The marke of Antichrist the whoore That great abuser now Who does the truest Christians With fire and sword inuade And make them holie Martyrs that Their trust in God haue laid How will he them that thus are vsde And beares vpon their face His speciall marke a certaine signe Of euerlasting grace Put end vnto the traueils Lord And miseries of thy Sancts Remouing quite this blindnes grosse That now the world so dants Sing praises of his mercie then His superexcellence great Which doth exceed euen all his works That lie before his seat And let vs sing both now and ay To him with one accord O holie holie God of Hosts Thou euerliuing Lord. THVS ended was the Angels song And also heere I end Exhorting all you Christians true Your courage vp to bend And since by this defeat ye see That God doth loue his name So well that so he did them aid That seru'd not right the same Then though the Antichristian sect Against you do conjure He doth the bodie better loue Then shadow be ye sure Do ye resist with confidence That God shall be your stay And turne it to your comfort and His glorie now and ay FINIS SONET THe azur'd vaulte the crystall circles bright The gleaming fyrie torches powdred there The changing round the shyning beamie light The sad and bearded fyres the monsters faire The prodiges appearing in the aire The rearding thunders and the blustering winds The foules in hew in shape and nature raire The prettie notes that wing'd musiciens finds In earth the sau'rie floures the mettal'd minds The wholesome hearbes the hautie pleasant trees The syluer streames the beasts of sundrie kinds The bounded roares and fishes of the seas All these for teaching man the LORD did frame To do his will whose glorie shines in thame I. R. S. LA LE PANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE Faicte francoise par le Sieur Du BARTAS IMPRIME A EDINBVRG PAR ROBERT WALDE-GRAVE Imprimeur du Roy. Anno Dom. 1591. Auec Priuilege de sa Majesté AV LECTEVR LECTEVR ne pense point qu'un desir d'augmēter ma reputation m'ait poussé à trauailler apres ceste versiō Quelque poureté d'espritqu'il y ait en moy si suis-je par la grace de Dieu beaucoup plus fecond en matiere qu'en motz l'inuention me couste moins que l'elocution C'est pourquoy i'auoy fait voeu à mes plus sainctes Muses de ne mettre jamais la main à traduction ou paraphrase quelcōque Mais que ne pourroit sur moy je ne dis pas la grandeur ains l'admirable esprit du Roy d'Escosse La graue douceur la belle artificieuse liaison les viues parlantes descriptions de sa Lepāthe m'ont tellement rauy que j'ay este contraint de fausser mon serment Accepte donques ie te prie ceste plante que l'Apollon de nostre temps a semé de sa propre main les Graces ont arrousé du nectar plus diuin qui coule de leur bouche Et bien que pour estre transportée en autre solage elle ait perdu ses plus belles fleurs toutesfois son estoc ses branches la plus part de ses fueilles luy sont demeurées Le peintre peut bien exprimer le pourfil les couleurs d'un beau visage mais non l'air le geste moins encor la parolle Que si mesme quand au sens tu trouues que cest extraict ne respond point entierement à son original propose toy que cest ouurage ne faisoit que sortir encores tout bluetāt de la forge Royale quand je luy donnay la façon françoise que depuis sa Majesté l'a rebattu relimé breffait tel qu'il semble estre sorti de la boutique d'Homere PREFACE DV TRADVCTEVR A LAVTHEVR IAQVES si tu marchois d un pied mortel ça bas Hardy i'entreprendroy de tallonner tes pas I'estendroy tous mes nerfs ma course sacrée Loing loing lairroit à dos les aisles de Borée Mais puis qu Aigle nouueau tu te guindes és cieux Collé bas ie te suy seulement de mes yeux Mais plustost du desir ou si ie me remuë Ombre ie vole en terre toy dedans la nuë Hé fusse-ie vrayment ô Phoenix Escossois Ou lombre de ton corps ou l'Echo de ta voix Si ie n'auoy l'azur l'or l'argent encore Dont ton plumage astré brillantement s'honnore Au moins i'auroy ta forme simon rude vers N'exprimoit la douceur de tant d'accords diuers Il retiendroit quelque air de tes voix plus qu'humaines Mais Pies taisez vous pour ouyr les Camoenes LA LEPANTHE DE IAQVES VI. ROY D'ESCOSSE FAICTE Françoise par le Sr Du BARTAS IE chante du grand Dieu la iustice bonté Vn exploit de ses mains non encore chanté Vn combat hazardeux vne dure iournée Ie descry dans ces vers la bataille donnée Sur le flot LEPANTHOIS qui se vid arrousé Et du sang Circoncis du sang baptizé VIEN vien donques Seigneur ô Maiesté diuine Tout-puissante immortelle vne en trois en vn trine O Pere de ce Tout ie te