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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

all infamie and shame Dispis'd of men abhord in euery place Hate to thy selfe the very worlds disgrace 176 VVhen all thy race shall be in tryumph set Their royall conquests and atchiuements done Henrie thy Father braue Plantaginet Thy conquering Brother Lyon-hart his sonne The crownes spoiles these famous Champions won This still shall be in thy dishonour said Loe this was Iohn the murderer of a Maid 177 Looke I to heauen her purenes tells my sin Looke I on man hee frownes with hatefull sight Looke I on earth I see my fault therein The light to view my shame doth giue me light The night puts me in mind of my fames night I read my shame in all things as a booke And yet most grieu'd when on my selfe I looke 178 This act enrold in booke of black Defame Where men of death tragick murders reed Recorded in the Register of shame In lines whose letters freshly euer bleed VVhere all the world shall wonder my misdeed And quote the place thus euer passing by Note heere King Iohns vile damned tyranny 179 Her blood exhal'd from earth vnto the sky A fearfull Meteor still hangs ore my head Stayning the heauens with her Vermilion dye Changing the Sunnes bright rayes to gorie red Prognosticating death and fearfull dread Her soule with howling reuengfull steuen Shreeking before the christall gates of Heauen 180 VVhose sacred Counsell now in iudgment set And shee before them stands to plead her case Her drearie words in bloodie tears are wet The euidence appears before my face And I condemn'd a catife wanting grace Iustice cryes out vpon this sinfull deed And to my death the fatall starrs proceed 181 Earth swallow me and hide me in thy wombe O let my shame in thy deepe Center dwell Wrap vp this murder in my wretched tombe Let tender mercy stop the gates of hell And with sweet drops this furious heat expell O let repentance iust reuenge appease And let my soule in torment find some ease 182 O no her tears are now become a flood And as they rise increasing mine offence And now the shedding of her guiltlesse blood Euen like a Cankar gnawes my conscience O ther's my griefe my paine proceeds frō thence Yet neuer time wears out this filthy staine And I dishonor'd euer shall remaine 183 Fame in her death shame in me tooke her birth That shame in dying till her fame be dead My sinne on earth whilst shee is in the earth And by her fall my fault will still be fed My black more black my red be made more red Her no my I her was my wicked is Her good my ill my basenes be her blisse 184 Then doe I vow a solemne pylgrimage Before my wretched miserable end This doone betake me to some Hermitage VVhere I the remnant of my daies will spend VVhere almes and prayer I euer will attend And on the Tombe at last where thou dost lie VVhen all is done Ile lay mee downe and die 185 And for his pennance lastly he deuis'd Monthly to Dunmow would he take his way And in a simple Palmers weede disguis'd VVith deep deuotion kneele him downe to pray Kissing the place whereas my body lay Washing my Tombe with his repentant tears And being wet yet dry'd it with his hairs FINIS THE ARGVMENT OF PEIRS GAVESTON PEIRS Gaueston borne in Gascoyne at a place of that name his Father a valiant Gentleman and a souldiour seruing vnder Edward Longshancks in his warres in Fraunce Scotland and Wales This Peirs Gaueston then beeing a child of singuler beautie and no lesse towardnesse was preferd to the place of a Page to Edward of Carnaruan the young Prince of Wales with whom hee became so highlie in fauour as neuer any thing could remooue his inviolable loue Gaueston as he grew in yeers became most licentious by his inticments drew this toward young Prince following this his youthfull Minion into hate with the Noblemen and disgrace with the King his Father who banished this lasciuious corrupter of his Sonne But after the death of this good King Edward of Carnaruan comming to the Crowne calls him home creating him Earle of Cornwall making him Lord Chamberlaine Treasurer Secretarie Lord Deputie of Ireland and Lord Protector of the Land in his absence in Fraunce giuing him the Ile of MAN with all Queene Elinors dowrie Hee thus established by the King becommeth a hater of the Noble men drowned in pride and ambition setting mortall debate betwixt the Barrons and the King who subborned him in all his actions as a man bewithced by this wicked and vile man Hee was twice banished the Realme by meanes of the Barrons who deadly hated him and yet still the King founde meanes to restore him At length the Barrons seeing no remedy rise in Armes taking Gaueston at Scarborough in the North thether fled as to a refuge frō their furie They bring him to Warwicke where by Guy Beuchamp the great Earle of Warwicke he was beheaded at Blacklow bill THE LEGENDE OF Piers Gaueston Entituled To the vvorthie and Honourable Gentleman Ma. Henrie Cauendish Esquire 1 FRom gloomy shaddow of eternall night Where cole-black darknes keeps his lothsom cel And frō those ghosts whose eyes abhor y e light From thence I come a wosull tale to tell Prepare the Stage I meane to act my part Sighing the Scenes from my tormented hart 2 From Stygian Lake to gracelesse soules assign'd And from the flood of burning Acheron VVhere sinfull spirits are by fire refin'd The fearfull ghost of wofull Gaueston With black-fac'd Furies frō the graues attended Vntill the tenor of my tale be ended 3 Wing-footed Fame nowe summons me frō death In Fortunes triumph to aduaunce my glory The blessed Heauens againe doe lend me breath VVhilst I report this dolefull Tragick storie That soule body which death once did sunder Now meete together to report a wonder 4 O purple-buskind Pallas most diuine Let thy bright Fauchion lend me Cypresse bowes Be thou assisting to this Poet of mine And with thy tragick garland girt his browes Pitying my case when none would hear me weep To tell my cares hath layd his owne to sleepe 5 You mournfull Maidens of the sacred nine You Destenies which haunt the shades beneath To you fayre Muses I my plaints resigne To you black spirits I my woes bequeath VVith sable penns of direfull Ebonie To pen the processe of my tragedie 6 Drawe on the lines which shall report my life VVith weeping words distilling from thy pen Where woes abound and ioyes are passing rife A verie meteor in the eyes of men Wherein the world a wonder-world may see Of heauen-bred ioy and hell-nurst miserie 7 Declare my ebb my often swelling tyde Now tell my calmes and then report my showres My Winters storms and then my Sommers pride False Fortunes smiles then her dissembling lowres The height wherto my glory did ascend Then point the period where my ioyes did end 8 When famous Edward wore the

things made subiect but a womans will 109 The King like one sick of a strange disease VVhose cruell paine no phisick can asswage Nor plaster can his torments once appease Boyling his entrails with such hellish rage With his owne knife his horror doth engage Thus desperate he fore-thinks to end this strife Or els by poyson take away my life 110 But first with lines hee brauely setteth on VVords steep'd in syrrop of Ambrosia Sweet method sauoured with inuention VVhat can be said that Louers cannot say Desire can make a Docter in a day Each sentence seem'd a sweet inchaūting charme A trumpet sounding gentle Loues alarme 111 VVith rare hart-curing Phrigian harmonie Hee tunes his strings as not a trebble iarrs His straines so pleasant and melodious be As might appease the heat of fearefull warrs Distilling Balme to cure the greatest scarrs His pen dilates his harts Apologie And shewes my sinnes by loues Theologie 122 VVhat curious thing did Nature ere bring forth VVhat glistering starre that yeelds his siluer shine To which he doth not now compare my worth Or what is there thats mortall or diuine VVhat sublimation doth hee not refine Or what rare thing was euer yet deuised That vnto mee he hath not lightly prized 113 Now mounts he vp with loftie straines of loue Then to sad vaines his pliant Muse doth bow His humors seruing as his passions moue And as the Tydes the numbers ebbe and flow His hopes now wither then againe they grow Painting his griefe in hope to quench desire But inck to loue like oyle vnto the fire 114 And now of one hee had himselfe aduis'd Both red and practiz'd in this wretched Art Within whose braine all mischiefes were cōpris'd VVhose words were venom his tongue a Dart And thys is hee must act thys damned part To him the King my poysoning doth commit VVho had before made tryall of his wit 115 Another Dagon was thys miscreant A deuill walking in a humane shape Foule Dagon borne true vertue to supplant For whom th' infernall pyt of hell doth gape Image of pride of villanie and rape Bee thou abhord of all posteritie And let thy vile dishonour neuer die 116 By him to Dunmow hee these lines conuayde A Monestary Iuga had begun Iuga sometime a holy Vestall Mayde At whose great charge this Monument was done VVhere I had vow'd to liue a holy Nun And in my Cloister kept amongst the rest VVhich in this place virginitie profest 117 NOVV he which had this bloody act in charge Thether repairs with Letters from the King Whose black Commission was but all too large To execute so base and vile a thing This messenger which now my death doth bring To add fit matter to my tragicke storie Finds means to boord mee in my oratorie 118 VVith courtly congies gently greeting mee Giues me the packet which the King had sent mee Receiue faire Maid these Letters here quoth he The faithfull earnest of that good is meant thee But crauing that which neuer shall repent thee His lines be loue the letters writ in blood Then make no doubt the warrant passing good 119 Kindly accept a Princes kingly offer Tis more then folly if thou doe refuse it Neuer hath Fortune made a fairer profer The gyft too great if fondly thou abuse it Nor any reason sorueth to excuse it Be not a foe vnto thine owne good hap Refusing treasure throwne into thy lap 120 Eares eyes hands nostrils tongue th' instruments To heare to see to touch to smell to tast Sounds pleasurs softs smells meats euery sence Euen as a King with his delight is plac't Nature yet neuer framed thing in wast O to her power an horrible offence This prophane vse of froward continence 121 If thou be wise hold this as ominous The heauens not like disposed euery howre The starrs be still predominant in vs Fortune not alwaies forth her bags doth poure Nor euerie clowde doth raine a golden showre Occasion's wing'd and euer flyeth fast Comming she smiles frowns once being past 122 VVrong not thy selfe nor yet the world depriue Of that rare good which Nature freely lent Think'st thou by such base nygardize to thriue In sparing that which neuer will be spent And that is worst in age shall thee repent Playing the Churle to hoord vp beauties pelfe And liue and die and all vnto thy selfe 123 Fye on this lyppish lisping fond forsooth Thys chyldish nicenes and these pettish noes A gracefull smyle y e wrinkling brow doth smooth Pennance and Pleasure still are mortall soes Let springing youth reiourne old ages woes Away with fasting beggerly deuotion Thys is no way to climbe vnto promotion 124 Yet were this all quoth he as would it were But there is more which needs I must reueale Behold the poyson hee hath sent thee here VVhich on my life I dare not to conceale Thus is the King determined to deale I onely waite vpon thy resolution To win thy loue or see thy execution 125 Leaue of these humors be not singuler Make not an Idoll of thine owne perfection Prize not this word Virginitie so deere Seeme not so Saint-like moou'd w t no affection Beautie brings perrill wanting safe protection Forswear this drouzie mellancholie Cell Was neuer Girle could grace a Court so well 126 This feare first sprong from foolish superstition VVhich fond conceit into our eares hath blowne VVhich we receiue from old folkes by tradition And as a weede to choke our ioyes is growne Reason rootes out what Error erst hath sowne A gentle iest to fright poore babes withall Like to a Bug-beare painted on a wall 127 Tush these be triuiall toyes of reputation VVhose Ceremonies haue the world infected Held in regard but onely for a fashion Which friuolous the wiser haue neglected And but as Dreames of doting age respected Whose spleen-sick humors on their galls were fed Thinking all true which they imagined 128 Religion was deuis'd by pollicie A subtill shaddow couering all excesse As Nature giues you seeming modestie To shaddow that you would too soone expresse O cunning only is true holines Blush pray be patient most of all most chast Thus by deceit delights must be imbrac't 129 Dispatch quoth he loe here is pen and inke Here make the Prince assurance of thy loue Or els prepare thee to thy fatall drinke VVhich is of force thy Feuer to remoue VVhich ah pore fondling thou too soone maist proue And if thy will be so fast chayn'd to thee Let thine own hands the Executioners bee 130 And is quoth I the Princes pleasure thus You are deceiu'd he doth but this to try me I know my Lord is kind and gracious He thinks my sexe weaknes will disery me I hope the King will deale more kindly by me Those blessed hands which neuer did but good Will not be stain'd with virgins guiltlesse blood 131 As he doth raigne his mind should truly raigne In one consent their gouernment agree His publick rule his Subiects should

blind or wink and will not see Or doe you sport at my calamitie 87 O happy climat what so ere thou be Cheerd with those sunnes the fair'st that euer shon Which hast those Starrs which guide my destenie The brightest Lamps in all the Horizon O happy eyes that see what most I lack The pride and beautie of the Zodiack 88 O blessed Fountaine source of all delight O sacred spark that kindlest Vertues fier The perfect obiect of the purest sight The superficies of true loues desire The very tuchstone of all sweet conceite On whom all graces euer-more awaite 89 Thus whilst his youth in all these storms was tost And whilst his ioyes lay speechlesse in a trance His sweet content with such vnkindnes crost And lowring Fortune seem'd to looke a skance Too weake to swim against the streamfull time Fore-told their fall w c now sought most to clime 90 Camelion-like the world thus turnes her hue And like to Proteus puts on sundry shapes One hastes to clime another doth ensue One falls another for promotion gapes Flockmell they swarme like flies about the brim Some drown whilst others w t great danger swim 91 And some on whom the Sunne shone passing faire Yet of their Sommer nothing seeme to vaunt They sawe their fall presaged by the ayre If once this Planet were predominant Thus in their gate they flew with wings of feare And still with care doe purchase honor deare 92 Thus restlesse Time that neuer turnes againe VVhose winged secte are slyding with the Sunne Brings Fortune in to act another Scene By whom the Plot already is begunne The argument of this black tragedie Is vertues fall to raise vp infamie 93 The brute is blowne the King doth now pretend A long-look'd voyage to the Holy-land For which his Subiects mighty sums doe lend And whilst the thing is hotly thus in hand Blind Fortune turnes about her fickle wheele And breaks y e prop which maks y e building reele 94 I feare to speake yet speake I must perforce My words be turn'd to teares euen as I write Mine eyes doe yet behold his dying course And on his Hearse me thinks I still indite My paper is hard sable Ebon wood My pen of Iron and my Inke is blood 95 Loe here the time drew on of Edwards death Loe here the dolefull period of his yeares O now he yeeldeth vp that sacred breath For whom the Heauens do shower down floods of teares For whom the Sun euen mourning hides his face For whom the earth was all too vile and base 96 May I report his dolefull obsequie VVhen as my Ghost doth tremble at his name Faine would I vvrite but as I vvrite I die My ioynts apald vvith feare my hand is lame I leaue it to some sacred Muse to tell Vpon whose life a Poets pen might dwell 97 No sooner was his body vvrapt in lead And that his mournfull Funerals vvere done But that the Crowne vvas set on Edwards head Sing I-o now my Ghost the storme is gone The wind blows right loe yonder breaks my day Caroll my Muse and now sing care away 98 Carnaruan now calls home vvithin a vvhile Whom vvorthy Long-shanks hated to the death Whom Edward swore should dye in his exile He vvas as deere to Edward as his breath This Edward lou'd that Edward loued not Kings wils perform'd dead mens words forgot 99 Now waft me wind vnto the blessed Ile Rock me my ioyes loue sing me with delight Now sleepe my thoughts cease sorrow for a while Now end my care come day farwell my night Sweet sences now act euery one his part Loe here the balme that hath recur'd my hart 100 Loe now my Ioue in his ascendant is In the Aestiuall solstice of his glorie Now all the Stars prognosticate my blis And in the Heauen all eyes may read my storie My Comet now worlds wonder thus appeares Foretelling troubles of ensuing yeares 101 Now am I mounted with Fames golden wings And in the tropick of my fortunes height My flood maintayned with a thousand springs Now on my back supporting Atlas weight All tongues and pens attending on my prayse Surnamed now the wonder of our dayes 102 VVho euer sawe the kindest Romaine dame VVith extreame ioy yeeld vp her latest breath VVhen from the wars her Sonne triumphing came And stately Rome had mourned for his death Her passion here might haue exprest a right VVhen once I came into the Princes sight 103 VVho euer had his Lady in his arms Which hath of loue but felt the miserie Touching the fire that all his sences warms Now clips with ioy her blushing Iuorie Feeling his soule in such delights to melt Ther's none but he can tell the ioyes we felt 104 Like as when Phoebus darting forth his rayes Glydeth along the swelling Ocean streams And whilst one billow with another playes Reflecteth back his bright translucent beams Such was the conflict then betwixt our eyes Sending forth looks as tears doe fall and rise 105 It seem'd the ayre deuisd to please my sight The whistling wind makes musick to my tale All things on earth doe feast me with delight The world to me sets all her wealth to sale VVho now rules all in Court but I alone VVho highly grac'd but onely Gaueston 106 Now like to Mydas all I touch is gold The clowds doe showre downe gold into my lap If I but winck the mightiest are controld Plac'd on the turret of my highest hap My Cofers now euen like to Oceans are To whom all floods by course doe still repare 107 With bountie now he franckly seales his loue And to my hands yeelds vp the Ile of Man By such a gift his kingly mind to proue Thys was the earnest where-with he began Then Wallingford Queene Elnors stately bower With many a towne and many a goodly tower 108 And all those summs his Father had prepard By way of taxes for the Holy-land He gaue me franckly as my due reward In bountie thus it seem'd he pleasd his hand Which made the world to wonder euery howre To see me drowned in this golden showre 109 Determin'd now to hoyse my saile amaine The Earle of Cornwall he created me Of England then the Lord high Chamberlaine Cheese Secretarie to his Maiestie VVhat I deuisd his treasure euer wrought His bountie still so answered to my thought 110 Yet more to spice my ioyes with sweet delight bound by his loue apprentice to my pleasure VVhose eyes still leueld how to please my sight VVhose kindnes euer so exceeded measure Deuisd to quench my thirst with such a drink As from my quill drops Nectar to my inck 111 O sacred Bountie mother of Content Prop of renowne the nourisher of Arts The Crowne of hope the roote of good euent The trump of Fame the ioy of noble harts Grace of the heauens diuinitie in nature Whose excellence doth so adorne the creature 112 Hee giues his Neece is marriage vnto me Of royall blood for beautie

with weeping mournfull cryes In griefe of soule complains his miseries 243 Hee wants digestion and refrains his rest His eyes ore-watched like eclipsed sunnes With bitter passion is his soule opprest And through his eyes his braine disolued runnes And after silence when with paine he speakes A suddaine sigh his speech in sunder breakes 244 Hee starteth vp and Gaueston doth call Then stands he still and lookes vpon the ground Then like one in an Epileps doth fall As in a Spasma or a deadly swound Thus languishing in paine and lingring euer In the Symptoma of this pyning feuer 245 Like to a flower that droupeth in a frost Or as a man in a Consumption pyning Staynd like a cloth that hath his culler lost Or Poets-worne Lawrell whē it is declyning Or like a Peacock washed in the rayne Trayling adowne his starry-eyed trayne 246 To Belgia I crosse the narrow seas And in my breast a very sea of greefe Whose tyde-full surges neuer giue me ease For heauen and earth haue shut vp all releefe The ayre doth threaten vengeance for my crime Clotho drawes out the thred of all my time 247 Like as that wicked brother-killing Caine Flying the presence of his mighty God Accurst to die forbidden to bee slaine A vagabond and wandring still abroade In Flaunders thus I trauell all alone Still seeking rest yet restles finding none 248 Or as the Monarch of great Babylon VVhose monstrous pride the Lord did so detest As he out-cast him from his princly throne And in the field hee wandred like a beast Companion with the Oxe and lothlie Asse Staru'd with the cold and feeding on the grasse 249 Thus doe I change my habite and my name From place to place I passe vnknowne of any But swift report so farre had spred my fame I heare my life and youth contrould of many The bouzing Flemings in their boistrous tongue Still talking on me as I passe along 250 O wretched vile and miserable man Besotted so with worldy vanitie VVhen as thy life is but a very span Yet euerie howre full of calamities Begot in sinne and following still the game Lyuing in lust and dying oft with shame 251 Now working means to haue intelligence By secret Letters from my Lord the King How matters stood since I departed thence And of the tearms and state of euery thing I cast about which way I might deuise In spight of all once more to play my prize 252 And still relying on King Edwards loue To whom before my life had beene so deere Whose constancie my fortune made me proue And to my Brother Earle of Glocoster And to my wife who labored tooth and naile My abiuration how she might repeale 253 I now embarck mee in a Flemish Hoy Disguised in the habite of a Muffe Attended thus with neither man nor boy But on my backe a little bagge of stuffe Like to a souldier which in Campe of late Had been imployd in seruice with the State 254 And safely landed on this blessed shore Towards Windsor thus disguisd I tooke my way VVhereas I had intelligence before My wife remaind and there my Edward lay My deerest wife to whom I sent my ring Who made my comming known vnto the king 255 As when old-youthfull Aeson in his glasse Saw from his eyes the cheerfull lightning sprung VVhen as Art-spell Medea brought to passe By hearbs charms againe to make him young Thus stood King Edward rauisht in the place Fixing his eyes vpon my louely face 256 Or as Muse-meruaile Hero when she clips Her deere Leanders byllow-beaten limms And with sweet kisses seazeth on his lips When for her sake deepe Hellespont she swimms Thus we by tender deere imbracings proue Faire Heros kindnes and Leanders loue 257 Or like the twifold-twyned Geminy In their star-gilded gyrdle strongly tyed Chaynd by their Saffrond tresses in the sky Standing to guard the Sun-coch in his pride Like as the Vine his loue the Elme imbracing With nimble arms our bodies interlacing 258 O blinded Reason reasonles in this Vnrulie will of vnrul'd appetite Could our discretion moderate our blisse It might more easlie moderate their spight But wee are carried with the winds away To violent the Gulfe of our decay 259 O wondrous loue were then a meane in thee Reason might vnderstand what thou dost meane But for thou wouldst not comprehended bee Our vnderstanding thou doost but disdaine Thou mind-transforming monster monstrous ill Which hating saues but cherrishing doth kill 260 But all thy meane fond loue is in extreames Thy heed is rashnes thy fore-cast thy fall Thy wit is follie and thy hopes are dreames Thy counsell madnes and thy rule is thrall And onelie this thou art not what thou art And of thy selfe thou art not any part 261 The Barrons hearing how I was arriued And that my late abiurement naught preuailed By my returne of all their hopes depriued Their bedlam rage no longer now concealed But as hote coles once puffed with the wind Into a flame out-breaking by their kind 262 Like to a man whose foote doth hap to light Into the nest where stinging Hornets lie Vext with the spleene and raging with despight About his head these winged spirits flie Thus rise they vp with mortall discontent By death to end both life and banishment 263 Or like to souldiers in a towne of warre VVhen Sentinell the enemie discries Affrighted with this vnexpected iarre All with the fearfull Larun-bell arise Thus muster they as Bees doe in a hyue The idle Drone out of their combes to dryue 264 It seem'd the earth with heauen grew male-content Nothing is heard but warrs Armors ringing Now none but such as stratagems inuent The whisling phife the warlike trumpet singing Each souldier now his crested plume aduaunces On barbed horses prest with swords launces 265 Thus whilst our hopes should thriue they do diminish Our early rising makes our set too soone Euen as it dooth begin it soone dooth finish Our night is come before it should be noone Our down-fall haps as wee should mount on hie So short and fraile is our felicitie 266 Mens haps by heauen be fram'd preposterous Now with eternall good now temporall ill And oft againe contrary vnto vs Our good but short our euill during still To shew that heauens euer-waking powers Doe rule as Lords both ouer vs and ours 267 Lyke as the Ocean chafing with his bounds VVith raging billows flyes against the Rocks And to the shore sends forth his hidious sounds Making the earth to tremble with his shocks Euen thus the murmure flies from shore to shore Like to the Cannons battering fearefull rore 268 By day and night attended still with Spyes The Court become the cause of all our woes The Countrie now a Campe of enemies The Citties are be-peopled with our foes Our very beds are snares made to enwrap vs Our surest guard as Traytors do intrap vs. 269 Like to a cry of roring-mouthed hounds Rouzing the long-liu'd Stagge out