against the French Anthony Duke of Brabant sonne to the Duke of Burgundy The valiant Duke of Brabant slaine Many of the French in â—hotr flight get â—â—to an old Fort. The Kings slight answere Woodhouâ—â—â—eereth at the attempt Braues passe between Gam and Woodhouse Caâ—tainâ— Gam â—â—aiâ—e For this seruice done by Woodhouse there was an addition of honour giuen him which was a hand holdingâ— club with the word Frappe Fort which is borne by the Family of the Woodhouse of Norfolke to tâ—â—â— day A deuisâ—â—â— Burbons to giue incouragement to the French A Simily of the French Lewis of Burbon taken prisonâ— by a meane souldiour Lewis of Burbon stâ—bd by a Souldier that tooke him prisoner The Lords Dampier an â— Sauesses tataken prisoners Arthur Earle of Richmount taken prisoner The Count du Marle slaine The misery of the French The French forced to beare the wounded English on their backs A 〈…〉 of rasâ—al French 〈…〉 the King Englands 〈…〉 The 〈…〉 The English kill 〈…〉 pâ—â—soners Ex 〈…〉 ion The French â—ause of their owne massaâ—hre A discriptiâ—n of the Massacre in the foure following Stanzaes The family of Yorke soughâ— under hand to promoue their title about that time After the second conqueâ—â— of France by Henry the â—ift The Christian Princes seeke to 〈…〉 a peace between 〈…〉 and France A 〈…〉 18 moneths Pooâ—e in this time of â—eacâ—â—â—â—ourâ—th â—â—â—oncludâ— a Marâ—â—age beâ—â—ixt thâ— Lady Margarire and the King his Master Poole taken with the exâ—â—â—ding 〈…〉 â—y of the Princesse He had only the title of these Kingdomes without any lâ—â—â—lyhooâ— Margarite Duk Reyners Daughter A 〈…〉 of a 〈…〉 Amba 〈…〉 our with â—â—e â—â—â—â— of 〈…〉 onely daughter The high praises of the Princesse Margarites beauty Pooleâ— followers placed about the King to work â—â— owne ends The prouinces of France giuen to Duke Reyner for 〈…〉 Daughter Poole created first from an Earle Marque 〈…〉 and afteâ— Duke of Suffolke The people exceedingly râ—pinâ— for the giuing aâ—ay of the Prouinces A Simily Sâ—ffolke Procurator for the King The marriage solemâ—â—zedâ—â—â— the city of Towers The great concourse to honour the Solâ—â—nization Margaret in French signifâ—â—th a Daysâ—e The Queene brauely enteâ—tained in passing through Normandy The King stayeth for the 〈…〉 at Portâ—mouth Great and fearefull Tempests at the comming in of the Queâ—ne The Duke of Yor 〈…〉 discharged of hiâ— Regency in France and the Duke of Sommerset in hâ—â— place A Charractâ—â— of the Duke of Glocester The greatest persons of the Queenes Faâ—â—â—â—â— A Parliamentat Saint Edmunds-Bury The Duke of Gloster aresâ—ed by the high Marshall of England The Duke murthered The pâ—â—pâ—â— mutiny The death oâ— the Duk was the vtter 〈…〉 row of the house of Lâ—â—caster The affaires of England fall tâ— ruinâ—â—pon the death of the Duke The Irish rebell The French â—re vp in A 〈…〉 s. The Norman râ—uolt Townâ—â— in Normandy yâ—elded to th 〈…〉 enemy There had been a formâ— contract betwene the King and th 〈…〉 Earle of Arminacks only Daughter but being by the Duke o 〈…〉 Suffolke annulled cause 〈…〉 â—he Earle â—â—â— after to be â— vowed ene 〈…〉 â—â— the Englis 〈…〉 The commons chargâ—â—he Duke of Sommerset with thâ— lossâ— of Normand Articles of Treason put into the Parliament against the Dukes oâ— Sommerset â—nd Suffolke The Duke of Sufâ—olkeâ—anâ—â—â—ea for sine yâ—â—res The extreame hate the people had to the Duke This ship was as our hystories report called the Nicholas oâ— thâ— tower a ship that belongd to the Duke of Excestâ—r of whom â—nâ— Water was the Captaine The subâ—â—ll policie of the Duke of Yorke The character of Iacke Cads Deriuing his title from Phillip the onely Daughter and heire of Lyonel Duke of Clarence the third sonne of Ed the 3 wedded to Edmund Mortimur Earle of March The Staffordâ— slaine by thâ— Rebels Iacke Cade takes London * The Vulgar The Valiant Talbot slaine Richard Neuill the Father and Richard Neuill the sonne The Duke of Sommerset arested The King reâ—â—uired of a dangerous sicknesse The Queene preuailing against the Duke of York The Duke of Yorke 〈…〉 seth an army in the Marches of Wales The first Battaile at Saâ—â—â— Albans Humfrey Earle of Stafford eldest sonne to the Duke of Buckingham The King crept into a poore Cottage The lawlesse â—surpation of the Yorkâ—stâ— Salsbury made Ch 〈…〉 Warwicke Captaiue of Caâ—â—â—ce Henry Beufoâ—â— Duke of Summerset after the decease of his father Edmond The Duke of Excester taken out of the Sanctuary aâ— Westminster The Duke of Yorke the Earles of Salsbury and Warwicke put out of office The Queene had plotted to haue the Duke murthered at Couentry A solemne procession in Pauls by both the factionâ— The Queene inwardly gâ—uching at Warwickes greatnesse Warwick in perill to hauâ— bin slaine passing thâ— street The men of Cheshire â—panâ—â—n the quarreâ—â— The 〈…〉 A great 〈…〉 The Lord A 〈…〉 Eâ—â—â—rd Earl of March eldest sonne to â—â—â— Duke tâ—â— Ea 〈…〉 and Warwicke A Simily A Parliâ—â—ent at 〈…〉 The men of Kent rise with the Torkists The name of Warwicke fearefull to hu enemies A great paâ—â— of the Nobility slaine at Nerthampton The Duke of Yorkeâ— insolence The Queeâ—â— impatient â— the Dukes pride The Dukes oft 〈…〉 ruine The Eâ—rle â—â— Salsbury bâ—â— headeâ— The end of young Rutland The Battaile â—â— Mortiâ—â—â—s Crosse Three sâ—nâ—ey seene at one time Owen Tudorâ— end King Henry left before to the keeping of the Duke of Norfolke and the Earle of Warwicke The Queene getteth the day at Saint Albans The Yorkists Army disâ—omfited at this second Battâ—ll at Saint Albans King Henry of no account The King â—â—etâ— with the Queene and her â—â—â—â—◠〈…〉 The cruelty of the Queen King Henry most 〈…〉 The Londoners deny the Queene victuaile for her Army The Duke of Yorke entreth London with applause of the people Edward mâ—â— King by the suffrage of the Commons King Edward 〈…〉 from 〈…〉 to 〈…〉 The Lord Fitzwater and Bastard Neuill slamâ— Warwicke â—â—wâ—â— to reâ—snge his brothers death Warwickes deâ—â—eraâ—e â—â—â— sâ—lutiâ—â— No quarter â—eâ—t at Towton Towton field A miserable defect of the Queenes friends The greateâ—â— slaughter in all that ciuiâ—â— Warre The King and Queen forced to forsake the Land The Earle of Oxford and â—â— Sonne attainted Queene Margarit a womaÌ„ of an â—ndainted spirit The Queene in euery enterprise most vnforâ—â—nate Queene Margarite raiseth â— new Army Sâ—me that â—ad submitted themselues to King Edward â—eâ—olt at king Henrys comming Kin Edward prouideth to resist Queenâ— Margarites comming in The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile of Exhâ—â— Queene Margarites 〈…〉 goes still â—â—â—wrackâ— King Henry and the Queane â—â—â—â— The Conflict at Hegly-More The Botâ—aile of Exham Queene Margarites perty goes still to â— wracke King Henry and the Queene parâ— King Henry comming dis guised into England is discouered and taken prisoner King Henry was borne the greatest of Christian Kings The pollicie of King Edward Warwick sent into France to intreat for a marriage betwixt King Edward and
first good successâ— And sends his Herauld to King Charles to say That though he thus was setled on his shore Yet he his Armes was ready downe to lay His ancient right if so he would restore But if the same he wilfully denay To stop th' effusion of their Subiects gore He frankly off'reth in a single fight With the yong Daulphine to decide his right Eight dayes at Harflew he doth stay to heare What answere back his Harauld him would bâ—â— But when he found that he was ne'r the neere And that the Daulphine meaneth no such thing As to fight single nor that any were To deale for composition from the King He casts for Callice to make foorth his way And take such townes as in his iourney lay But first his bus'nesse he doth so contriue To curbe the Townes-men should they chancâ— stâ— Of Armes and office he doth them depriue And to their roomes the English doth preferre â—ut of the ports all Vagrants he doth driue â—nd therein sets his Vncle Excester This done to march he bids the thundring Drums To scourge proud France when now her conqueror comes The King and Daulphine hauing vnderstood â—ow on his way this haughty Henry was â—uer the Soame which is a dangerous flood â—uckt down the bridges that might giue him passe â—nd euery thing if fit for humane food â—us'd to be forrag'd to a wonderous masse And more then this his iourneys to fore-slow He scarce one day vnskirmish'd with doth goe But on his march in midst of all his foes â—e like a Lyon keeps them all at bay â—nd when they seeme him strictly to inclose â—et through the thick'st he hewes him out a way â—or the proud Daulphine dare him to oppose â—hough off'ring oft his Army to fore-lay Nor all the power the enuious French can make Force him one foote his path but to forsake And each day as his Army doth remoue â—arching along vpon Soams Marshy side â—is men at Armes on their tall Horses proue â—o find some shallow ouer where to ride â—ut all in vaine against the Streame they stroue â—ill by the helpe of a laborious guide A Ford was found to set his Army ore Which neuer had discouered bene before The newes divulg'd that he had waded Soame And safe to shore his Caridges had brought Into the Daulphines bosome strooke so home And on the weakenesse of King Charles so wrouâ— That like the troubled Sea when it doth Foame As in a rage to beate the Rocks to nought So doe they storme and curse on curse they heaâ— Gainst those which should the passages haue keâ— And at that time both resident in Roan Thither for this assembling all the Peeres Whose counsailes now must vnder prop their throâ— Against the Foe which not a man but feares Yet in a moment confident are growne When with fresh hopes each one his fellow cheeâ— That ere the English to their Callis got Some for this spoyle should pay a bloody shot Therefore they both in solemne Counsaile satâ— With Berry and with Britane their Allies Now speake they of this course and then of that As to insnare him how they might deuise Something they faine would do but know not wâ— At length the Duke Alanzon vp doth rise And crauing silence of the King and Lords Against the English brake into these words HAd this vnbridled youth an Army led That any way were vvorthy of your feare Against our Nation that durst turne the head Such as the former English forces were This care of yours your Countrey then might sted To tell you then who longer can forbeare That into question you our vallour bring To calla counsaile for so poore a thing A Route of tatter'd Rascals starued so As forced through extremity of need To rake for scraps on Dunghils as they goe And on the Berries of the Shrubs to feed Besides with fluxes are enfeebled so And other foule diseases that they breed That they disabled are their Armes to sway But in their march doe leaue them on the way And to our people but a handfull are Scarse thirty thousand when to land they came Of which to England dayly some repaire Many from Harflew carried sicke and lame Fitter for Spittles and the Surgions care Then with their swords on vs to winne them fame Vnshod and without stockings are the best And those by Winter miserably opprest To let them dye vpon their March abroad And foules vpon their Carkaises to feed The heapes of them vpon the common road A great infection likely were to breed For our owne safeties see them then bestow'd And doe for them this charitable deed Vnder our swords together let them fall And on that day they dye be buried all This bold invectiue forc'd against the Foe Although it most of the assembly seas'd Yet those which better did the English know Were but a little with his speeches pleas'd And that the Duke of Berry meant to show Which when the murmure somewhat was appeasâ— After a while their listning silence breakes And thus in answere of Alanzon speakes MY Liedg quoth he you my Lords peeâ— Whom this great businesse chiefly doth co 〈…〉 ceâ—â— By my experience now so many yeres To know the Englishâ— am not to learne Nor I more feeling haue of humane feares Then fitteth Manhood or doâ— hope to earne Suffrage from any but by zeale am wonne To speake my mind here as the Duke hath doâ— Th' euents of War are various as I know And say the losse vpon the English light Yet may a dying man giue such a blow As much may hinder his proud conquerours might It is enough our puissant power to showe To the weake English now vpon their flight When want and winter strongly spurre themâ— You else but stay them that would faine be goâ— I like our Forces their first course should hold To skirmish with them vpon euery stay But fight by no means with theÌ„ though they woâ— Except they find them forraging for pray So still you haue them shut vp in a foold And still to Callis keepe them in their way So Fabius wearied Haniball so wee May English Henry if you pleased be And of the English rid your Countrey cleane If on their backs but Callis walles they winne Whose Frontier Townes you easily may maintaine With a strong Army still to keepe them in Then let our Ships make good the mouth of Seyne And at your pleasure Harflew you may winne Eâ—e with supplyes againe they can inuade â—pent in the Voyage lately hither made That day at Poyteers in that bloody Field The sudden turne in that great Battell then Shall euer teach me whilst I Armes can weeld Neuer to trust to multitudes of men â— was the first day that ere I wore a Shield Oh let me neuer see the like agen Where their Blacke Edward such a Battell won As to behold it might amaze the Sunne There did I see our conquered Fathers fall Before
come to sway He would put faire as euer man did yet Vpon the height of Fortunes whâ—ele to sit Loue and Ambition spurre hâ—â— in such sort As that alone t' accomplish hâ—â— desire To fall with Phaeton he would thinke it sport Though he should set the Vnlâ—â—â—sâ— on â—ire Nor recks he what the world of him report He must scorne that who will dare to aspier For through the aire his wings him way shal make Though in his fall the frame of heauen he shake Reyner descended from the Royall stem Of France the Duke of Anâ—oâ— stiled King Of Naples Cicil and Ierusalem Although in them he had not any thing But the poore title of a Diadem Seing by Suffolke greater hopes to spring Puts on his Daughter that great Lord to please Of Englands Counsailes who kept all the keyes But strange encounters strongly him oppose In his first entrance to this great Designe Those men were mighty that against him rose And came vpon him with a Countermine That he must now play cunningly or lose Cunning they were against him that combine Plot aboue plot doth straine aloft to tower The conflict great twixt pollicy and power For Humfrey Duke of Gloster stil'd the good Englands Protector sought a match to make â—â—th a faire Princesse of as Royal blood The Daughter of the Earle of Arminake And hâ—â— crown'd Nephew but stout Suffolke stood Still for his Mistresse nor will her forsake But make her Henryes Queene in spight of all Or she shall rise or Suffolke sweares to fall By the French faction when she vp is cryde Of all Angellique excellence the Prime Who was so dull that her not Deifide To be the onely Master-piece of time The prayse of her extended is so wide As that thereon a man to heauen might clime All tongues and eares inchanted with delite When they doe talke or heare of Margarite And those whom Poole about his Prince had plac'd And for his purpose taught the tricks of Court To this great King and many a time had grac'd To make his eares more apt for their report â—auing the time most diligently trac'd â—nd saw these things successiuely to sort Strike in a hand and vp together beare To make faire Margarite Musicke in his eare Aniou a Dutchy Mayne a Countrey great Of which the English long had beene possest â—nd Mauns a city of no small receite â—o which the Duke pretended interest â—or the conclusion when they came to treate â—nd things by Poole were to the vtmost prest Are to Duke Reyner reudred vp to hold To buy a Hellen thus a Troy was sold When of an Earle a Marquesse Poole is made â—hen of a Marquesse is a Duke created â—or he at east in Fortunes lap was layd â—o glorious actions wholly consecrated Hard was the thing that he could not perswade â—n the Kings fauour he was so instated Without his Suffolke who could not subsist So that he ruled all things as he list This with a strong astonishment doth strike â—h'amazed world which knew not what to say What liuing man but did the act mislike â—f him it did not vtterly dismay â—hat what with blood was bought at push of pike Got in an age giu'n in an houre away Some largely speake and some againe are dumbe WoÌ„dring what would of this straÌ„ge world become As when some dreadfull Comet doth appeare Athwart thâ— hâ— aâ—eÌ„ thaâ— throws his threatning light The peaceful people that at quiet were Stand with wild gâ—zâ—s wond'ring at the sight Some War some Plâ—gues so 〈…〉 faâ—â—in greatly feare Some falls of Kingdomes or of 〈…〉 of migâ—t The grieued people thus their iudgements spend Of these strange Actions what should be the end When Suffolke Procurator for the King Is sâ—â—p'd for France t'â—spouse the beautious Bride And fitted to the full of euery thing Followed with Englands Gallantâ—y and pride As fresh as is the brauery of the Spring Comming to Towers there sumptâ—oâ—sl affide This one whose like no age had seene before Whose eyes out-shone the Iewels that she wore Her reucrent Parents ready in the place As oneâ—ioy'd this happy day to sâ—e The King and Queene the Nuptials there to grace On them three Dukes as then attendâ—nts be Seuen Earles 〈…〉 Barrons in their â—quâ—pace And twenty Bishops whâ—â—â—â— that onely she Like to the Roâ—â— morning towards the rise Cheeres all the Church as it doth cheere the skiâ—â— Tâ—â—umphaâ—l Aâ—ches the glad Towne doth raise And sâ—lts and Turâ—â—ys are 〈…〉 at Court Conceited Masks 〈…〉 Banqâ—eâ—s witty playes 〈…〉 them many a pretty sport â—oâ—ts write Prothalamions in their praise â—ntill mens eares were cloyd with the report Of either sexe and who doth not delight To weare the Daysie for Queene Margarite The Tryumphs ended he to England goes With this rich Gem allotted him to keepe 〈…〉 ill entertained with most sumptuous showes â—n passing thorough Normandy to Diâ—pe Where like the Sea the concourse dayly flowes â—or her departure whilst sad France doth weepe And that the ships their crooked Anchors waide By which to England she must be conuayd And being fitted both for Winde and Tide Out of the Harbour flyes this goodly Fleet â—nd for faire Portsmouth their straight course they plyd Where the King stayd his louely Bride to meete â—onder she comes when as the people cryd Busie with Rushâ—s strevâ—ing euery streete The brainelesse Vulgar little vnderstand The Horrid plagues that ready were to Laâ—d Which but to soone all-seeing heauen foretold For shee was scarsely safely put a Shore â—â—t that the skies ô wondrous to behold Orespred with lightning hideously doth rore The furious winds with one another scold Neuer such Tempests had beene seene before With sudden floods whose villages were drown'd Steeples with earthquaks tumbled to the ground VVHeÌ„ to their purpose thiÌ„gs to pass wer broght And these two braueaÌ„bitious spirits wer me The Queene and Duke now frame their working though Into their haÌ„dâ— the Soueraignty to get For soon they found the King could not be wrought Vp to their ends nature so low had set His humble heart that what they would obtaine T is they must do'â— by collour of his Raigne And for they found the grieued commons grutcâ— Aâ— this which Suffolke desperately had done Who for the Queene had parted with so much Thereby yet nothing to the Realme had wonne And those that spur'd the people on were such As to oppose them openly begunne Therefore by them some great ones down must go Which if they mist of they themselues must so Yorke then which had the Regency in France They force the King ignobly to displace Thereto the Duke of Summerset t' aduance Their friend and one of the Lancastrian Race For they betwixt them turnd the wheele of Chanâ—â— T is they cry vp t is they that doe abase He 's the first man they purpos'd to remoue The onely Minion of the peoples
charge whereof proud Warwicke on him too 〈…〉 In their intended bus'nesse neuer slept Nor yet their former enterprise forsooke In t' Henryes Counsailes who had those that crept And did each day his actions ouerlooke From whom as their aduertisements still are So they their strengths accordingly prepare And in meane time the Kingdome to embroyle That with lesse noise their frieÌ„ds might raise an host They plâ—gue the seas with Piracy and spoyle And rob the Hauens all along the Coast They ne'r take pitty of their Natiue soyle For that they knew this would auayle them most That whilst the State was busied there about Armes might be rais'd within by those without And slaughtring many that were set toward Th' especiall Ports th'vnweldy Anchors wayde Of the Kings ships whose fraught as prize they sharde And them to Callice carefully conuayd With their stoâ—nâ— Fleet and his great Nauy darde As late by land so now by Sea they sway'd All in Combustion and their bloody rage Nor Sea nor Land can possibly asswage Then haue they Forces rais'd for them in Kent Their next and most conuenien place to land Where should the aduerse power their hopes preueÌ„t In Douer Road yet were their ships at hand And by their Posts still too and fro that went They certainly were let to vnderstand That Kent was surely theirs and onely stayd To rise in Armes the Yorkists power to ayde When Falconbridge who second Brother was To Salsbury they send away before To see no ships should out of Sandwich passe To hinder them from comming to the shore There of Munition tooke a wondrous Masse Heapt in that Towne that with abundant store He Armed many at their comming in Which on their side would scarcely else haue bin That they no sooner setled were on land But that in Armes th'rebellious Kentish rose And the Lord Cobham with a mighty band With their Calicians presently doth close That now they sway'd all with a powerfull hand And in small time so great their Armie growes From Sussex Surry and those parts about That of her safety London well might doubt But yet at last the Earies shee in doth let To whom the Clergy comming day by day From further sheers them greater forces get WheÌ„ towards Northampton making forth their way Where the sad King his Army downe had set And for their comming onely made his stay With all the force his friends could him afford And for a fight with all things fitly stor'd Who in his march the Earle doth oft molest By their Vauntcurrers hearing how he came In many a straight and often him distrest By stakes and trenches that his Horse might lame But the stout Yorkists still vpon them prest And still so fearefull was great Warwicks name That being once cryde on put them oft to flight On the Kings Army till at length they light When th' Earle of March theÌ„ in the pride of blood His Virgin valour on that day bestowes And furious Warwicke like a raging flood Beares downe before him all that dare oppose Old Salsbury so to his tackling stood And Fauconbridge so sayes amongst his foes That euen like leaues the poore Lancastrians fall And the proud Yorkists beare away the Ball. There Humphrey Duke of Buckingham expir'd King Henrys comfort and his causes friend There Shrewsbury euen of his foes admir'd For his high courage his last breath doth spend Braue Beamout there and Egremount lay tyr'd To death there Lucy had his lucklesse end And many a noble Gentleman that day Weltring in gore on the wild Champion lay The wretched King as Fortunes onely sonne His souldiers slaine and he of all forsaken Left in his Tent of men the most forlorne The second time a prisoner there is taken The wofull Queene out of the Battaile borne In a deepe swound and when she doth awaken Nothing about her heares but howles and cryes Was euer Queenes like Margarites miseries YOrke comming in from Irelandâ—n â—n the end And to his hands thus finds the Battaile wonâ— By the high Prowesse of his faithfull friend Great Warwicke and that valiant March his son Hâ—s present hopes the former so transcend That the proud Duke immediatly begun By his bold Actions to expresse his thought Through so mucâ— blood which he so long had sought The Kings Command'ment daring to deny His Soueraigne Lord being cal'd to waite vpon And on his Fortune beares himselfe so hiâ— That he in State presumes t'ascond his Throane From the Kings lodgings puts his â—â—â—uâ—nâ—s by And placeth in them such as were his owne So infinitely insolent the growes As he the Crowne at pleasure would dispose When he procures a Parliament with speed In which himselfe Protector he doth make And only Heire apparent to succeâ—d The King when death him from the world doth take And what had bene at Couentry decreed He there Annulls from him and his to shake The seruile yoke of all subiection quite Downe goes the red Rose and vp goes the white And he with Fortune that this while doth sport Seeing the Southern to him still were sure Thinks to the North if he should but resort He to his part the Northerne should procure Seeking all wayes his greatnesse to support Nor would an equall willingly endure Downe into Yorkshire doth to Sandall ride Whose lofty scyte well suted with his plide The vexed Queene whose very soule forgot That such a thing as patience it had knowne And but shee found her friends forsooke her not As madde as euer Hecuba had grovvne Whilst both her wrongs and her reuenge were hot Her mighty mind so downe could not be throvvne But that once more the bloody set shee le play With Yorke ere so he beare the Crovvne away And dovvne to Sandall doth the Duke pursue With all the povver her friends could her prouide Led by those Lords that euer had been true And had stood fast vpon King Henryes side With that most valiant and selected crue This brau'st of Queenes so vvell her businesse plide That comming soone to Sandals lofty sight Into the Field she dares him foorth to fight And for this Conflict there came on with her Her hope Prince Henry her deare only Sonne Stout Somerset and noble Excester Dukes that for Margarite mighty things had done Devon and Wilt Earles vsing to conferre With this vvise Queene when danger she vvould shun Vndaunted Clifford Rosse in vvar vp brought Barrons as braue as ere in battaile fought When this stout Duke who in his Castle stood With Salsbury who beat them all at Blore Both which were flesht abundantly with blood In those three But aâ—les they had wonne before Thought in their pride it would be euer Flood Noâ— gainst Queen Margarite that they needed more For they â—d Fortune chain'd with them about Thâ—t of theâ—â— conquest none but fooles could doubt And for the Field soone Marshalling their force All poore delayes they scornefully defie Nor will the Duke stay for
the English on that fatall ground When as to ours their number was but small And with braue Spirits France ne'r did more abound â—et oft that Battaile into minde I call Whereas of ours one man seemd all one wound I instance this yet humbly here submit My selfe to fight if you shall thinke it fit The Marshall and the Constable about To second what this sager Duke had sayd The youthfull Lords into a cry brake out Gainst their opinions so that ouer-sway'd Some seeming of their Loyalties to doubt Alanzon as an Oracle obey'd And not a French then present but doth sweare To kill an English if ynow there were A Herault posted presently away The King of England to the field to dare To bid him cease his spoyle nor to delay Gainst the French power his forces but prepare For that King Charles determin'd to display His bloody Ensignes and through France declare The day and place that Henry should set dowâ— In which their Battails should dispose the croâ— The newes to Henry by the Herault brought As one dispassion'd soberly quoth he Had your King pleas'd we sonâ—r might haue fouâ— For now my souldiers much enfeebled bee Nor day nor place for Battaile shall be sought By English Henry but if he seeke me I to my vtmost will my selfe defend And to th' Almighties pleasure leaue the end The brute of this intended Battaile spred The coldnesse of each sleeping courage warmes And in the French that daring boldnesse bred Like casting Bees that they arise in swarmes â—hinking the English downe so farre to tred â— past that day ne'r more to rise in Armes T'ext rpe the name if possible it were At least not after to be heard of there As when you see the enuious Crow espie â—omething that she doth naturally detest â—ith open throat how she doth squall and cry â—nd from the next Groue she doth call the rest â—nd they for those beyond them bawling flye â—ll their foule noyse doe all the ayre infest Thus French the French to this great Battaile call Vpon their swords to see the English fall And to the King when seriously one told â—ith what an host he should encountred be â—m noting well the King did him behold 〈…〉 the reporting Merrily quoth hee â—y Liedge I 'le tell you if I may be bold â—e will diuide this Army into three One part we 'll kill the second prisoners stay And for the third we 'll leaue to runne away But for the Foe came hourely in so fast â—st they his Army should disordred take â—e King who wisely doth the worst forecast â—s speedy march doth presently forsake â—o such forme and his Battalion cast â—t doe their worst they should not eas'ly shake For that his scouts which Forrag'd had the coast Bad him at hand expect a puissant Host On which ere long the English Vauward light Which Yorke of men the brauest doth command When either of them in the others sight He caus'd the Army instantly to stand As though preparing for a present fight And rideth foorth from his couragious Band To view the French whose numbers ouer spread The troubled countrey on whose earth they treâ— Now were both Armies got vpon that ground As on a stage where they their strengths must try Whence from the wydth of many a gaping wou 〈…〉 Ther 's many a soule into the ayre must fly Meane while the English that some ease had found By the aduantage of a Village nie There set them downe the Battell to abide When they the place had strongly fortiside Made drunk with pride the haughty French disâ— Lesse then their owne a multitude to view Nor aske of God the victory to gaine Vpon the English wext so poore and few To stay their slaughter thinking it a paine And lastly to that insolence they grew Quoyts Lots and Dice for Englishmen to cast And sweare to pay the Battaile being past For knots of corde to eu'ry towne they send The Captiu'd English that they caught to bind For to perpetuall slau'ry they intend Those that aliue they on the Field should find â—o much as that they fear'd lest they should spend â—oo many English wherefore they assignd Some to keepâ— fast those faine that would be gon After the Fight to try their Armes vpon One his bright sharp edg'd Semiter doth showe Off'ring to lay a thousand crownes in pride â—hat he two naked English at one blowe â—ound backe to backe will at the wasts diuide â—ome bett his sword will do 't some others no â—fter the Battaile and they 'll haue it tride Another wafts his Blade about his head And shews them how their haÌ„strings he will shread They part their prisoners passing them for debt â—nd in their Ransome raâ—ibly accord â—o a Prince of ours a Page of theirs they set â—nd a French Lacky to an English Lord â—s for our Gentry them to hyre they 'll let â—nd as good cheape as they can them afford Branded for slaues that if they hapt to stray Knowne by the marke them any one might stay And cast to make a Chariot for the King â—ainted with Antickes and ridiculous toyes â— which they meane to Paris him to bring â—o make sport to their Madames and their boyes â—nd will haue Rascalls Rimes of him to sing â—â—de in his mock'ry and in all these ioyes They bid the Bells to ring and people cry Before the Battaile France and Victory And to the King and Daulphine sent away Who at that time residing were in Roane To be partakers of that glorious day Wherein the English should be ouerthrowne Lest that of them ensuing dayes should say That for their safety they forsooke their owne When France did that braue victory obtaine That shall her lasting'st Monument remaine The poore distressed Englishmen the whiles Not dar'd by doubt and lesse appaul'd by dread Of their Arm'd pikes some sharpning are the pyle The Archer grinding his barb'd Arrow head Their Bils blades some whetting are with File And some their Armours strongly Reuited Some poynting stakes to sticke into the grounâ— To guard the Bow-men their Horse to wounâ— The night fore-running this most dreadfull daâ— The French that all to iollity incline Some fall to dancing some againe to play And some are drinking to this great Designe But all in pleasure spent the night away The tents with lights the fields with bon-fires shiâ— The common Souldiers free-mens catches singâ— With shouts and laughter al the Camp doth riâ— The wearied English watchfull o'r their Foes The depth of night then drawing on so fast That faine a little would themselues repose With thankes to God doe take that small repast Which that poore Village willingly bestowes And hauing plac'd their Sentinels at last They fall to prayer and in their Cabins blest T'refresh their spirits then tooke them to their rest In his Pauillion Princely HENRY lay'd Whilst all his Army round about him slept His restlesle head
yet neuer mounted to I know that resolution may doe much Woodhouse replyes but who could act my thought With his proud Head the pole might easily tuch And Gam quoth he though brauely thou hast fought Yet not the Fame thou hast attain'd to such But that behind as great is to be bought And yonder t is then Gam come vp with mee Where soone the King our Courages shall seeâ— Agreed quoth Gam and vp their troups they â—â— Hand ouer head and on the French they ranne And to the fight couragiously they fall When on both sides the slaughter soone began Fortune a while indifferent is to all These what they may and those doe what they caâ— Woodhouse and â—am vpon each other vye By Armes their manhood desperatly to try To clime the Fort the Light-arm'd English strinâ— And some by Trees there growing to ascend The French with flints let at the English driue Themselues with shields the Englishmen defend And faine the fort down with their hands would râ—â— Thus either side their vtmost power extend Till valiant Gam sore wounded drawne aside By his owne souldiers shortly after dy'de Then take they vp the bodyes of the slayne Which for their Targets ours before them beare And with a fresh assault came on againe Scarse in the Field yet such a fight as there Cros-bowes and Long-bowes at it are amaine Vntill the French their massacre that feare Of the fierce English a cessation craue Offring to yeeld so they their liues would saue Lewis of Burbon in the furious heat Of this great Battaile hauing made some stay Who with the left Wing suffred aâ—d feate In the beginning of this lucklesse day Finding the English forcing their retreat And that much hope vpon his valour lay Fearing lest he might vndergoe some shame That were vnworthy of the Burbon name Hath gathered vp some scattered troops of horse That in the Field stood doubtfull what to doe Though with much toyle which he doth reinforce With some small power that he doth adde thereto Proclaiming still the English had the worse And now at last with him if they would goe He dares assure them Victory if not The grearest fame that euer Souldiers got And being wise so Burbon to beguile The French preparing instantly to fly Procures a Souldier by a secret wile To come in swiftly and to craue supply That if with courage they would fight a while It certaine was the English all should dye For that the King had offered them to yeeld Finding his troupes to leaue him on the field When Arthur Earle of Richmount comming in With the right wing that long staid out of sight Hauing too lately with the English bin But finding Burbon bent againe to fight His former credit hoping yet to winne Which at that instant casily he might Comes close vp with him and puts on as fast Brauely resolu'd to fight it to the last And both encourag'd by the newes was braugâ— Of the ariuing of the Daulphine power Whose speedy Van their Reare had almost raugâ— From Agin Court discouered from a Tower Which with the Norman Gallantry was fraught And on the suddaine comming like a shower Would bring a deluge on the English Hoast Whilst yet they stood their victory to boast And on they come as doth a rowling tide Forc'd by a wind that shoues it foorth so fast Till it choke vp some channell side to side And the crab'd banks doth downe before it cast Hoping the English would them not abide Or would be so amazâ—d at their hast That should they faile to route them at their w 〈…〉 Yet of their blood the fields should drinke their f 〈…〉 When as the English whose o'r-wearied Armes Were with long slaughter lately waxed sore These inexpected and so fierce Alarmes To their first strength doe instantly restore And like a Stone their stâ—ffâ—ned sinewes warmes To act as brauely as thâ—â— did before And the proud French as stoutly to oppose Scorning to yâ—eâ—d one foote despight of blowes The fighâ— is fearefull for stout Burbon brings His fâ—esh 〈…〉 forces on with such a shocke That they were like to cut the Archers strings E're they their Arrowes handsomely could nock 〈…〉 e French like Engins that were made with springs 〈…〉 emselues so fast into the English locke That th' one was like the other downe to beare In wanting roomth to strike they stood so neare Till staggering long they from each other reel'd â—lad that themselues they so could disingage â—â—d falling backe vpon the spacious field â—or this last Sceane that is the bloody Stage â—here they their weapons liberally could weeld â—hey with such madnesse execute their rage As though the former fury of the day To this encounter had bene but a play Slaughter is now desected to the full â—ere from their backs their batter'd Armorsfall â—erâ— a â—left shoulder there a clouen scull â—here hang his eyes ouâ— beatâ—n with aâ—mall â—ntill the edges of their Billâ— grow dull pâ—n each other they so spend their gall Wilde shâ—â—tâ—s and clamors all the ayre doe fill The French cry â—tue and the English kill The Duke of Barre in this vast spoyle by chance â—ith the Lord Saint-Iohn on the field doth meete â—ow'rds whom that braue Duke doth himselfe aduaÌ„ce â—ho with the like encouÌ„ter him doth greet â—his English Barron and this Peere of France â—rapling together falling from their feet With the rude crowds had both to death beene crusht â—n for their safety had their friends not rusht Both againe rais'd and both their souldiers shift To saue their liues if any way they could But as the French the Duke away wouldlift Vpon his Armes the English taking hold Men of that sort that thought vpon their thrift Knowing his Ransome dearely would be sould Dragge him away in spight of their defence Which to their quarter would haue borne him thence Meane while braue Burbon from his stirring horsâ— Gall'd with an Arrow to the earth is throwne By a meane souldier seased on by force Hoping to haue him certainely his owne Which this Lord holdeth better so then worse Since the French fortune to that ebbe is growne And he perceiues the souldier doth him deeme To be a person of no meane esteeme Berkely and Burnell two braue English Lords Flesht with French blood in their Valours pride Aboue their Arm'd heads brandishing their swords As they tryumphing through the Army ride Finding what prizes fortune her affords To eu'ry Souldier and more wistly eyde This gallant prisoner by this Arming see Of the great Burbon family to be And from the Souldier they his prisoner take Of which the French Lord seemeth wondrous faine Thereby his safety more secure to make Which when the souldier finds his hopes in vaine 〈…〉 rich a booty forced to forsake 〈…〉 put himselfe and prisoner out of paine He on the suddaine stabs him and doth sweare Would th 'aue his Ransome they should take it there When Rosse
loue This opened wide the publike way whereby Ruine rusht in vpon the troubled Land Vnder whose weight it hapned long to lye Quite ouerthrowne with their il-guiding hand For their Ambition looking ouer-hie Could in no measure aptly vnderstand Vpon their heads the danger that they drew Whose force too soone they and their faction knew For whilst this braue Prince was imploid abroad Th' affaires of France his minde vp wholly tooke But being thus disburthen'd of that load Which gaue him leave into himselfe to looke The course he ranne in euidently show'd His late Allegeance that he off had shooke And vnder hand his Title set on foote To plucke their Red-Rose quite vp by the roote Thus hauing made a Regent of their owne By whom they meane great matters to effect For by degrees they will ascend the throane And but their owne all ayde they else neglect As with a tempest he to ground is blowne On whom their rage doth any way reflect Which good Duke Humfrey first of all must taste Whose timelesse death intemperately they haste This Henryes Vncle and his next of blood Was both Protector of the Realme and King Whose meekenesse had instiled him the Good Of most especiall trust in euery thing One to his Country constantly that stood As Time should say I foorth a man will bring So plaine and honest as on him I le rest The age he liu'd in as the onely best This graue Protector who both Realms had sway Whilst the Kings nonage his sound counsels crau'â— In his great wisedome when he throughly way'd How this French Lady here her selfe behau'd To make her Game againe how Suffolke play'd The Realmes from ruine hoping to haue sau'd Lost his deare life within a little space Which ouerthrew the whole Lancastrian race This Prince who still dar'd stoutly to oppose Those whom be sawe all but their owne to hate Then found the league o his inueterate soes To come vpon him wiâ—h the power of Fate And things to that extremitie still rose The certaine signe of the declining State As that their Faction euery day grew strong Perceiu'd his vertues like to suffer wrong Fierce Margarits malice propt with mighty me Her darling Suffolke who her forward drew Proud Sommerset of France the Regent then And Buckingham his power too well that knew The Cardinall Bewfort and with him agen Yorks great Arch-Prelate to make vp the crue By accusations doing all their best From the good Duke all Gouernment to wrest Who then compell the peacefull King to call Parliament their grieuances to heare 〈…〉 the Duke that to inforce his fall 〈…〉 y might haue something that might Collour beâ—â— â—ut then they doubt his answere and withall â—he murmuring people they farre more doe feare As their owne liues who lou'd him therefore they Must cast to make him secretly away And therefore with the Parliament proceed â—aint Edmunds-bury the appointed place Whereas they ment to doe the fatall deed Which with much quicknesse should decide the case The cruell manner soone they had deâ—reed And to the Act they hasten them apace On this good Prince their purpose ro effect Then when the people nothing should suspect No sooner was this great assembly met â—ut the high Marshall doth the Duke arrest And on his person such a guard they set That they of him were certainely possest His seruants were from their attendance lett And either sent to prison or supprest So that their Lord lefâ— in this piteous plight Lay'd in his bed was strangled in the night Then giue they out that of meere griefe he dyde To couer what they cruell had done But this blacke deede when once the day discride The frantique people to his Lodging runne â—ome rayle some curse yea little children chide Which forc'd that faction the faire streets to shun Some wish proud Suffolke sunke into the ground Somebid a plague the cruell Queene confound Thus their Ambition would not let them see How by his death they hastened their decay Nor let them know that this was only he Who kept the Yorkists euermore at bay But of this man they must the murtherers be Vpon whose life their safety onely lay But his deare blood them nothing could suffice When now began Queene Margarites Miserieâ— In either Kingdome all things went to wracke Which they had thought they could haue made to thi 〈…〉 His noble CouÌ„sells when they came to lacke Which could them with facility contriue Nor could they stay them in their going backe One mischiese still another doth reuiue As heauen had sent an host of horrors out Which all at once incompast them about Out flie the Irish and with sword and fire Vnmercied hauocke of the English made They discontented here at home conspire To stirre the Scot the borders to inuade The faithlesse French then hauing their desire To see vs thus in Seas of troubles wade In euery place outragiously rebell As out of France the English to expell The sturdy Normans with high pride in flamd Shake off the yoke of theiâ— subiâ—ction quite Nor will with patience heare the English nam'd Except of those that speake of them in spight But as their foes them publikely proclaim'd And their Alyes to open Armes excite In euery place thus Englands right goes downe Nor will they leaue the English men a Towne New-castle Constance Maleon and Saint lo With Castel-Galliard Argenton and Roane Pâ—nteu-de-mer with Forts and Cities moe Then which that Country stronger holds had none Set ope their gates and bad the English goe For that the French should then pâ—sâ—â—sse their owne And to the Armies vp the Forts they yeeld And turne the English out into the Field And that great Earle of Arminacke againe A puistant peere and mighty in estate Vpon iust cause who tooke in high disdaine To haue his Daughter so repudiate His countreys bordering vpon Aquitane Pursues the English nation with such hate As that he entred with his Armed powers And from that Dutchy draue all that was oâ—rs Th' inraged commons ready are to rise Vpon the Regent to his charge and layd That from his slacknesse and base cowardize These Townes were lost by his neglect of ayde Then follow Suffolke with confused cryes With Maine and Aniou and doe him â—pbrayd And vow his life shall for their losses pay Or at the stake their goods and liues to lay In th' open Session and Articulate Sâ—uen â—â—uerall Treasons vrg'd against them both As most p 〈…〉 tious members of the State Which was confirmed by the commons oath So that the King who sa 〈…〉 the peoples hate In his owneselfe though he were very loath â—o both the houses laâ—â—ly doth assent To â—et on Suffolke fiue yeares banishment His Soueraigne Lady Suffolke thus must leaue And she her seruant to her soule so deare Yet must they both conceale what they conceiue Which they would â—ot if any hâ—lpe
there were Yet of all comfort they câ—nnot bereaue Her but his hope her pensiue hâ—art doth cheere That he in France shall haue his most resort And liue securely in her Fathers Court. His mighty minde nor can this doome molest But kicks the earth in a disdaâ—nâ—full scorne If any thing do corrosiue his brest Iâ— was that he was in base England borne He curst the King and Kingdome but he blest The Queene but if in any thing forlorne T was that he should her happâ— presence misse The endlesse Summe of all his earthly blâ—sse His Sentence scarse in Parliament had past But that the rascall multitude arise Plucke downe his houses lay his Lordships wast And search how they his person may surprize That he from England instantly must hast Coueâ—'d by night or by some strange disguise And to some small Port secretly retyre And there some poore Boate for his passage hire From Harwitch Hauen and embarqu'd for France As he for Callice his straight course doth steere â—O here behold a most disastrous chance A man of Warre the Seas that scoured there One at his actions that still look't ascâ—nce And to this Duke did deadly hatred beare After a long chase tooke this little Craâ—e Which he suppos'd him safely should conuay And from the fisher taking him by force He vnder Hatches straightly him bestow'd And towards his country steering on his course He runnes his vessell into Douer roade Where rayling on him without all remorse Him from the ship to all the people showâ—â— And when no more they could the Duke deâ—â—â—e They cut his head off on the Cock-boat-side SVffolke thus dead and Summerset disgrac'd His title Yorke more freely might preferre The Commons loue when cunningly to taste Lest ouerweening he perhaps might erre He first subbornes a villane that imbrac'd The Nobler name of March borne Mortimer Which in the title of the house of Yorke Might set the monstrous multitude a worke His name was Cade his natiue country Kent Who though of birth and in estate but poore Yet for his courage he was eminent Which the wise Duke well vnderstood before He had a minde was of a large extent The signe whereof on his bould brow he bore Sterne of behauiour and of body strong Witty well spoken cautilous though yong But for thâ— Duke his title must deriue Out of the blood which beare that honored name Therefore must cast and cunningly contriue To see how people relished the same And if he found it fortuned to thriue Then at the marke he had a further ayme To show himselfe his title good to make And raise him friends and power his part to take All opposition likewise to preuent The crafty Duke his meaning doth conceale And Cade doth rise t' informe the gouernment And base abuses of the Publique Weale To which he knew the commons would consent Which otherwise his Treason might reueale Which rightly tooke for by this collour hee Drew twenty thousand on his part to be From Sussex Surry and from Kent that rose Whom hope of spoyle doth to this Act perswade Which still increase his Army as it goes And on Blacke Heath his Rendauous he made Where in short time it to that vastnesse growes â—s it at once the Kingdome would inuade And he himselfe the Conquest could assure Of any power King Henry could procure And did in fight that generall force defeate Sent by the King that Rebell to pursue When vnder collour of a fram'd retreat He made as though he from the Army flew The slaughter of the souldiers must be great When he those Staffords miserably slew Captaines select and chosen by the Queene To lead the powers that should haue wreakt her teene When for a Siege he to the city came Assaults the Bridge with his emboldned power And after oft repulsed takes the same Makes himselfe Master of the towne and Tower Doing such things as might the Deuill shame Destroyes Records and Virgines doth deflower Robs ransacks spoyles and after all this stirre Lastly beheaded the Lord Treasurer These things by Yorke being plotted vnderhand Wise as he was as one that had not knowne Ought of these Treasons hasts to Ireland To tame those Kerne rebellious that were growne He knew it was not in the barren Sand That he this subtill poysonous seed had sowne Which came it on as very well it might It would make way for his pretended right Whilst these rebellions are in England broacâ—d As though the Faâ—es should enujoâ—sly conspire Our vtter Ruine which too fast approacht About our eares was Aquitaine a fire Their Conquest so vpon our Townes incroach't That Charles the French King then had his desire To see these troubles tyre vs here within That he the whilst in France from vs might winnâ— To add to Margarites miseries againe Talbot in France so brauely that had done Who many a yeere had aw'd proud Aquitaine And many a Fort and famous Battaile wonne At Shatiloon O endlesse griefe was slaine With the Lord Lyle his ouer valiant Sonne When all the Townes that he had got before Yeelded nor would for England be no more Yorke in the nike from Ireland comming in Finding the Kingdome cumbred in this wise Thinks with himselfe t were time he did begin But by no meanes he gainst the King must rise O such a thought in any man were sinne But that he would proud Summerset surprise Yet waÌ„ting streÌ„gth gainst the whole state to stand He beares his businesse with a moderate hand And first to mighty Salsbury doth sue And his sonne Warwicke and doth them intreate With equall eyes they would be pleas'd to view His rightfull Title these two Neuils great â—â— power and with the people whom he knew Deadly the Duke of Somerset to hate By his large offers he doth winne at last In his iust quarrell to cleaue to him fast Thus his Ambition hauing strongly back't With these two fatall firebrands of Warre To his desires there very little lackt He and the Earles all three so popular To aduance himselfe he no occasion slackt â—or nought he sees him from his ends to barre T is no small tempest that he needs to feare Whom two such Collumnes vp betwixt theÌ„ beare And by their strengths encourag'd doth not sticke The others actions boldly to o'relooke And for the season that the King was sicke Vpon himselfe the Regency he tooke â—or now his hopes vpon him came so thicke His entrance doores from off the hinges shooke â—e with a nodde the Realme seem'd to direct Who 's he but bow'd if this great Prince but beckt And in the Queenes great chamber doth arest Great Summerset and sendeth him to ward And all his followers suddenly supprest Such was the number of his powerfull guard With the proud Queene this Prince as proud contests â—or for her frowne one friend of hers he spar'd Lucks on his side while such stand by to bett Heel