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A20853	The tragicall legend of Robert, Duke of Normandy, surnamed Short-thigh, eldest sonne to William Conqueror. VVith the legend of Matilda the chast, daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater, poysoned by King Iohn. And the legend of Piers Gaueston, the great Earle of Cornwall: and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second. By Michaell Drayton. The latter two, by him newly corrected and augmented	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Matilda.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Peirs Gaveston Earle of Cornwall.	1596 (1596)	STC 7232; ESTC S116748	75,207	228

THE Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy surnamed Short-thigh eldest sonne to William Conqueror VVith the Legend of Matilda the chast daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater poysoned by King Iohn And the Legend of Piers Gaueston the great Earle of Cornwall and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second By Michaell Drayton The latter two by him newly corrected and augmented AT LONDON Printed by Ia. Roberts for N. L. and are to be solde at his shop at the West doore of Paules 1596. To the noble and excellent Lady Lucie Countesse of Bedford MOst noble Ladie I leaue my Poems as a monument of the Zeale I beare to your vertues though the greatest part of my labour be but the least part of my loue And if any thought of worth liue in mee that onely hath been nourished by your mild fauours and former graces to my vnworthy selfe and the admiration of your more then excellent parts shyning to the world What nature industry began your honour and bountie hath thus farre continued The light I haue is borrowed frō your beams which Enuie shall not eclipse so long as you shall fanourablie shine Vnder the stampe of your glorious Name my Poems shall passe for currant beeing not altogether vnworthy of so great a superscription I liue onely dedicated to your seruice and rest your Honors humblie deuoted Michaell Drayton To the vertuous Lady the Lady Anne Harrington wise to the Honorable Gentleman Sir Iohn Harrington Knight MAdam my words cannot expresse my mind My Zealers dutie to make knowne to you When your deserts all seuerally I find In this attempt of mee doe claime their due Your gratious kindnes Madam claimes my hart Your bountie bids my hand to make it knowne Of me your vertues each doe claime a part And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne What should commend your modestie your wit Is by your wit and modestie commended And standeth dumbe in most admiring it And where it should begin it there is ended And thus returne to your praise onely due And to your selfe say you are onely you Michaell Drayton To the Reader GEntlemen since my first publishing of these tragicall cōplaints of Piers Gaswton and Matilda it is not vnknowne to any which traffique with Poetry how by the sinister dealing of some vnskilfull Printer Prers Gawston hath been lately put sorth contrary to my will with as manie faults as there be lynes in the same beeing in deede at the suit no perfect Coppy but left vnformed and vndigested like a Beare vvhelpe before it is licke by the Dam. But now of late vnderstanding by the Stationers that they meant the thyrd time to bring it to the Presse for which purpose as it seemed they kept Matilda from printing onely because they meant to ioyne thē together in one little volume I haue taken some paine in them both to augment and polish them sith I see they must goe to the publique view of the world and with the old conceite of Apelles hearing the opinion of all that passed by amended so much as the latchet To these complaints written by mee two yeeres since I haue added this third of Robert Duke of Normandie A subiect in my poore opinion as worthy as any how soeuer I haue hanled it in the writing Thus submitting my labours to your discreet censure I end M. D. The Argument of Robert Duke of Normandie AFter the conquest of England by William Duke of Normandy his eldest son Robert surnamed Short-thigh much more then eyther of his bretheren William Rufus or Henry Bauclarke beloued of the Commons yet brought in disgrace with his Father by meanes of Lanfranck Byshop of Canterburie who greatlie affected the said William Rufus as a man rightlie of his owne disposition Robert beeing a man of a mightie spirit finding himselfe disgrac'd grown hatefull to his Father and the Crowne of England assured to his Brother whilst his Father maketh warrs in Fraunce hee with a troupe of resolute Germains inuadeth Normandie In the height of all these troubles William Conqueror dyeth leauing the kingdome of England to Rufus Whilst Robert prepareth to make warre vpon his brother by the pollicies of Lanfrancke and his accomplices they are friends Robert peaceably enioyeth Normandie and if he ouer-hued his brother William to succeed him in the kingdom of England Nowe the brute of the holy warrs called Robert to Palestine with Peter the Hermit and Godfrey of Bulloyne for which to pay his souldiours hee engageth Normandie to his youngest brother Henry for summes of money In his absence William dyeth Henrie vsurpeth the Crowne and Duke Robert returning from the warrs with great honor yet in his warrs at home most vnfortunate hee is taken by Henry in a battell in Normandy brought a captiue into England and imprisoned in Cardisse Castell in VVales where Henry as a Tyrant still searing his escape put out his eyes The Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandie 1 WHat time Sleeps Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minuts on the long-liu'd daies The furious Dog-star chasing of the Sun VVhose scorching breath ads flame vnto his raies At whose approch the angry Lyon braies The earth now warm'd in thys celestiall fire To coole her heate puts off her rich attire 2 The deawy-tressed Morning newly wake VVith goldē tinsell scarce had crown'd her browes Ryding in tryumph on the Ocean lake Embellishing the honny-fringed bowes Deepe mellancholly from my braine to rouze To Isis banck my Genius guides the way Amongst whose Reeds soft murmuring winds do play 3 Zephyre which courts faire Thames his gentle loue On whose smooth brest the swelling billows flow Which on a long the wanton tyde doth shoue And to keepe back he easilie doth blow Still meets her comming followes if shee goe Shee forcing waues to coole his hote embrace Hee fanning breath vpon her christall face 4 Still dallying in her osten-turning source She streaks a long the shores with her proud straine And here and there she wantons in her course And in her gate oft turneth back againe Smiling to looke vpon her siluer traine VVith pretty Anticks shee the faire soile greets Till Medoas streame from famous Kent shee meets 5 Thus careles wandring with this gliding streame VVhose fleeting told me of tymes flying howers Delighted thus as in a pleasing dreame Cropping small branches of the sweetest flowers And looking back on Londons stately towers So Troy thought I her stately head did beare Whose crazed ribs y e furrowing plough doth eyre 6 VVeary at length a VVillow tree I found VVhich on the brim of this great current stood VVhose roote was matted with the arrasd ground Deaw'd with the small drops of this surging flood Ordain'd it seem'd to sport her Nymphish brood Whose curled top enuy'd the heauens great eye Should view the stock shee was maintained by 7 The towring Larke which carrols to the Sun VVith trebling descant quauers in the ayre And on the riuers marmuring base

tears sith eyes your small drops cannot see And since the Fountains cease of my full eyes Teares get you eyes and help to pitty mee And water them which timelesse sorrow dryes Teares giue me teares lend eyes vnto my eyes So may the blind yet make the blind to see Else no help is to them nor hope to mee 189 Body and eyes vsurping others right Both altring vse contrarie vnto kind That eyes to eyes those dark which shold giue light The blind both guide guided by the blind Yet both must be directed by the mind Yet that which both their trustie guide should be Blinded with care like them can nothing see 190 The day abhors thee and from thee doth slie Night followes after yet behind doth stay This neuer comes though it be euernie This ere it comes is vanished away Nor night nor day though euer night and day Yet all is one still day or euer night No rest in darknes nor no ioy in light 191 Whilst light did giue me comfort to my mone Teares sound a meane to sound my sorrows deepe But now alasse that comfort being gone Tears do want eies which shold giue tears to weepe Whence I lost ioy there care I euer keepe What gaue me woe from me doth comfort take Delight a sleepe now sorrow still must wake 192 I saw my ill when ill could scarclie see I saw my good when I my good scarce knew Now see not ill when as my ill sees mee Hasting to that which still doth mee pursue VVith my lost eyes sorrow my state doth view In blindnes loosing hope of all delight And with my blindnes giue my cares full light 193 As man himselfe so the most hatefull beast The Worme enioyes the ayre as well as wee The little Gnat or thing that liues the least Of this by nature kindly is made free what thing hath mouth to brethe but eyes to see Though honor lost yet might I humbly craue To haue what beasts or flies or pore worms haue 194 Mine eyes hurt not the Sun nor steale the day Except a candle they see neuer light These monstrous walls do take that doubt away What feare then y t they shold harme y e night Needles is that sith tears haue blotted sight I know not then frō whence this hate should rise Except it onely be that they be eyes 195 The man-betraying Basilisk hath eyes Although by sight those eyes be made to kill Though her owne works be made her enemies Though naturally ordained vnto ill Yet in her selfe so iust is nature still How monstrous then am I alone in nature Denide of that she giues the vilest creature 196 Oh tyrannie more cruell far then death Though death be but the end of tyranie Death lends vs sight whilst she doth giue vs breath Of all the sences that the last doth dye In lyuing death how miserable am I In life of this sence me thus to depriue To make the others dye my selfe aliue 197 Eyes which with ioy like Sunnes haue risen oft To view that holy Citties glorious Towers And seene the Christian Ensignes raisd aloft Crowning the walls like garlands of rare flowers Now lie you perrisht in your Iuory bowers Nor shal you henceforth boast what you haue been But leaue the minde to thinke what you haue seen 198 You which haue seene faire Palestine ●estor'd And gorgeous Syon from the Paynims freed The Sepulcher of your most glorious Lord And y t faire Mount wher his sweet woūds did bleed And with these sights my hungry soule did feed Within you brincks be drownd in your own blood Which oft haue view'd great Iordans sacred flood 199 Rake vp the sparks which nourished your fire VVithin the ashes of consumed eyes Those little brands which kindled youths desire The haples starrs of passed miseries VVander no more within your circling skies Vnder the Globes great compasse euer roule And in my minds great world now light my soule 200 Good night sweet Sunns your lights are cleane put out Your hollow pits be graues of all your ioy VVith dreadfull darknes compassed about VVherein is cast what murther can destroy That buried there which did the world annoy Those holy Fanes where vertue hallowed stood Become a place of slaughter and of blood 201 Poure downe your last refreshing euening dew And bathe your selues in fountains of your tears The day no more shall euer breake to you The ioyfull dawne no more at all appears No cheerfull sight your sorrow euer cheers Shut vp your windows ere constraint compell Be-take your selues to nights eternall Cell 202 HIS passion ending Fortune discontent Turning her back as shee away would flie Playing with fooles and babes incontinent As neuer toucht with humane misery Euen after death shewing inconstancy As straight forgetting what she had to tell To other speech and girlish laughter fell 203 VVhē graceful Fame conuaying thence her charge With all these troupes attended royallie Gaue me this booke wherein was writ at large Great Norman Roberts famous history T'amaze the world with his sad Tragedy But Fortune angry with her foe therefore Gaue me this gift That I should still be poore FINIS THE ARGVMENT OF MATILDA MATILDA for her beauty named the faire A second Lucretia the daughter of a noble Barron the Lorde Robert Fitzwater a man of great wisdom courage was long time followed of king Iohn who sought by all meanes possible to winne her to his vnlawfull desire But finding that all hee could deuise tooke no effect such was her wonderfull chastitie hee sought by force to take her from the Court and to sende her to some secret place where hee might fitlie accomplish his wicked intent but his purpose was preuented by her Fathers pollicie The King hereat enraged through despight subborned certaine malicious persons subtilly to accuse the Lord Fitzwater of rebellion where-vpon hee is banished Matilda flieth to Dunmowe in Essex and there became a Nunne in a Religious house there builded by IVGA a Virgin one of her Auncestors to vvhich place the King sendeth one to solicite his old sute with poyson eyther to yeelde to his desire or to end her life Shee seeing her Father banished none left to succour her and fearing to be takē out of the Nunnary tooke the poyson and ended her dayes THE LEGEND of Matilda the chaste 1 IF to this some sacred Muse retaine Those choise regards by perfect vertue taught And in her chaste and virgin-humble vaine Doth kindlie cherrish one pure May den thought In whom my death hath but true pittie wrought By her I craue my life be reueald Which black obliuion hath too long concealed 2 Or on the earth if mercie may be found Or if remorce may touch the harts of men Or eyes may lend me teares to wash my wound Or passion be exprest by mortall pen Yet may I hope of some compassion then Three hundreth yeeres by all men ouer-past Now finding one to pittie mee at last 3 You blessed Imps