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B00172
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Unfortunate Englysh princes.
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1500-1599?
(1599)
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STC 13448.4
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Vnfortunate Englysh princes WHan master Chaloner had ended thys so eloquent a tragedy and to al Princes a right notable and wurthy instructiō we paused having passed through a miserable time ful of piteous tragedies And seing the reyne of Henry the fourth ensued a man more prosperous although not untrobled with warres both of outforth and inward enemies we began to serch what Princes were fallen therin whereof the number was not small and yet because theyr examples wer not muche to be noted for our purpose we passed ouer all the Maskers of whome King Richardes brother was chiefe whiche wer all slaine and put to death for their traiterous attempt And finding Owen Glendour next one of fortunes owne whelpes the Percies his cōfederates I thought them vnmete to be over passed and therfore sayde thus to the silent cōpany what my masters is every man at once in a browne studye hathe no man affecion to any of these stories you minde so much some other belike that these do not move you And to say troth there is no special cause why they should Howbeit Owen Glendour because he is a man of that countrey whence as the welchmen beare me in hand my Petigre is discended althoughe he be but a slender prince yet rather then he should be forgotten I wyll tell his tale for him vnder the priuilege of Martin Hundred which Owen comming naked out of the wilde moūtaynes like the Image of death in all poyntes his dart onely excepted so sore hath famine and hunger consumed him lamenteth his infortune after this maner ¶ Howe Owen Glendour seduced by false prophecies toke upon hym to be prince of Wales and was by Henry then prince thereof chased to the Mountaynes where he miserably dyed for lacke of foode I Pray the Baldwyn sith thou doest entend To shewe the falles of suche as clymbe to hie Remember me whose miserable ende May teach a man hys vicious life to flie Oh Fortune Fortune out on her I crie My body and fame she hathe made leane slender For I poore wretch am sterved Owen Glendour A Welsh man borne and of a gentle blud But ill brought up wherby full well I fynd That neither byrth nor lynage make men good Though it be true that Cat will after kynde Fleshe gendreth fleshe so doth not soule or mynde They gender not but fowly do degender When men to vice from vertue them doo render Eche thing by nature tendeth to the same Wherof it came and is disposed lyke Down sinkes the mould up moūtes the fiery flame With horne the hart with hofe the horse doth strike The Wolf doth spoyle the suttle Fox doth pyke And generally no fish flesh fowle or plant Doth any property that their dame had want But as for men sith seuerally they have A mynd whose maners are by lerning made Good bringing up alonly doth them save In vertuous dedes which with their parentes fade So that true gentry standeth in the trade Of vertuous life not in the fleshly line For blud is Brute but Gentry is divine Experience doth cause me thus to saye And that the rather for my contreymen Which vaunt and boast them selfes above the daye If they may strayne their stocke for worthy men Which let be true are they the better then Nay farre the wurse if so they be not good For why they stayne the bewty of their blood Howe would we mock the burdenbearing mule If he would brag he wer an horses sunne To presse his pride might nothing els him rule His boast to proue no more but byd him runne The horse for swiftnes hath his glory wunne To which the mule could neuer the more aspyre Though he should prove that Pegas wer his sire Eche man may crake of that which is his own Our parentes vertues theirs are and not oures Who therfore will of noble kinde be knowen Ought shine in vertue like hys auncestors Gentry consisteth not in Landes and Towers He is a Churle though all the world be his He Arthurs heyre if that he liue a mys For vertuous life doth make a gentilman Of her possessour all be he poore as Iob Yea though no name of Elders shew he can For proof take Merlin whose father was an hob But who so settes his mind to spoyle and rob Although he cum by due discent fro Brute He is a Chorle vngentle vile and brute Well thus dyd I for want of better wyt Because my parentes noughtly brought me vp For gentle men they said was nought so fyt As to attaste by bolde attemptes the cup Of Conquestes wyne wherof I thought to sup And therfore bent my selfe to rob and ryue And whome I could of land and goodes depryue For Henry the fourth did the vsurpe the crowne Despoyled the king with Mortymer the heyre For which his subiectes sought to put him downe And I while Fortune offered me so fayre Did what I might his honour to appeyre And toke on me to be the Prince of Wales Entiste therto by many of Merlynes tales For which such Idle as wayte vpon the spoyle From euery parte of Wales vnto me drew For loytryng youth vntaught in any torle Are redy aye all mischefe to ensue Through help of these so great my glory grew That I defyed my King through lofty hart And made sharp warre on all that toke his part See lucke I toke lord Reinold Grey of Rythen And him enforst my daughter to espouse And so vnraunsomed held him still and sithen In Wygmore land through battayle rygorous I caught the right beyre of the crowned house The Erle of march syr Edmond Mortymer And in a dongeon kept him prysoner Than all the marches longing vnto Wales By Syverne west I did invade and burne Destroyed the townes in mountaynes in vales And with rich spoyles did homward safe returne Was none so bold durst once agaynst me spurne Thus prosperously doth fortune forward call Those whome she mindes to geue the sorest fall Whan fame had brought these tidinges to the king Although the Skottes that vexed him right sore A mighty army agaynst me he did bring Wherof the French King being warned afore Who mortal hate agaynst king Henry bore To greve our foe he quicklye to me sent Twelve thousand Frenchmē armed to war bent A part of them led by the Erle of Marche Lord Iames of Burbon a valiaunt tried knight Withheld by winds to wales ward furth to march Toke land at Plymmouth priuelye on a night And whan he had doen all he durst or might After that a mayny of his men wer slayne He stole to shyp and sayled home agayne Twelve thousand other in Mylford did arive And came to me than lying at Denbigh With armed welche men thousandes double fiue With whome we went to Wurcester wel nigh And there encampte vs on a mounte on high To abyde the king who shortly after came And pitched his field on a Hill hard by the same Ther eyght dayes long or hostes lay face to face And neyther durst the others power assayle But they so stopt the passages the space That vitayles coulde not come to our avayle Wher through cōstrained our hartes begō to fayle So that the Frenchmen shrancke awey by night And I with mine to the moūtaines toke our flight The king pursued vs greatly to his cost From Hilles to wuds fro wuds to valeyes playne◠And by the way his men and stuf he lost And whan he see he gayned nought saue payne He blewe retreat and got him home agayne Then with my power I boldly came abrode Taken in my cuntrey for a very God Philogamus Gyue place ye Poetes fine bow doune now encline For nowe the Muses uyne So Sacred ād Diuine In Parnase holy Hyll Haue wrought theyr worthy wyll And by theyr goodly skyll Uppon that myghty Mountayne In Hellycons Fountayne That alwayes doth remayne Synce Pegase made it flowe As by your bokes 〈…〉 Haue washed 〈…〉 one That slepte◠〈…〉 That forkes 〈◊〉 vpon Who after that anon As he had sene the Muses Newe Poetry he vses And yours he cleane refuses