Bona the French Queens sister The Dutchesse of Bedford after Iohn her husbands deceasâ— was wâ—ddedâ—â— Sir Richard Wooquile Knight whosâ— daughter â—â—â— Lady was Her husband slain at Saint Albans on the â—â—â—gâ— part 〈…〉 King 〈…〉 Warwicke deeply diâ—â—â—â—bles his dis 〈…〉 a George second brother to King Edward and by him 〈…〉 Duke of Clarence b Warwicke by his Agents had stirred vp this rebellion in the North he himselfe being at Calliâ—â— thâ— it might sâ—â—â—â— not to be done by him they had to their Captaines Henry Fitz-Hugh Henry Neuil and Sir Iohn Coniers c The Earâ—e of Penbroke and hâ—â— brother Richard Herbert ouerthrowne at Banbury field d These Râ—bâ—ls had to their Captain one whom they termed Robin of Rids dale The Earle Riuers was Father to the Lady Gray then Queene of England f The Earle â—aketh the King prisoner at â—â—lney in Warwickeshirâ— entring open this campe 〈…〉 the â—â—ght g They had to their Captaine Robert Wâ—lls sonnâ— to the Lord Wâ—lles T 〈…〉 field h The Lord Vaucleere a Gascoyne borne i A knowne Port Towne of Normandy k A Towne where the French King lay l 〈…〉 The Queeneâ— speech to the Earle in the soure following Stanzaes Barron â—â—ulcoâ— bringe was brother to Richard Neâ—â—ll Earle of Salsbury and Richard Earl of Warwicke Iohn Marquesse Mounâ—acute were Sonnes to the sayd Earle Warwickes reply in the two following Stanzaes Prince Edward affyed to Anne the Earle of Warwicks daughter Warwicke makes preparation for a â—â—w Warre Warwicke so famous that he was seene with wonder A Simile Warwick driueth King Edward out of the Kingdome Warwicke takes Kiâ— Henry the T 〈…〉 King Edward and his adherents aiâ—aiâ—ted by act of Parliament Queene Margarite neuer sees any thing that might giue her comfort The Duke of Burgondy brother in Law to King Edward so was â—he 〈…〉 King Henry by his Grand mother being the daughter of Iohn of Gaunt Torke yeelded vp to King Edward Succoursâ—onâ—â—â—ing into Edward King Edward sets downe hâ— Army besoâ— Couentry daring Warwicke to the field Clarence 〈…〉 his father in Law the Earle of Warwicke Warwicke followes the King towards London King Edward â—â—ts â—â—â— of London 〈…〉 The Armies meet at Barâ—t * The Armes of England Warwickes high 〈…〉 The Earle of Warwicke â—is brother Marquesse Mountacute â—aine â—hat very day â—hat Warwick â—as slaine the Queene â—ands â—he Queenes â—eech heaâ—ng of Warwicks defeat 〈…〉 the three â—ollowing â—anzaes Cause of new sorrow to the Queene The remnant of the Army which escaped aâ— Barnet resort to the Queene The Queene encouraged by her friends The Armies meete at Tukesbury A place ill â—â—osen on the Queenes part A bloody battell The Queeneâ— Army ouerthrowne Prince Edward taken prisoner Vpon the Kings Proclamation of a great reward to him that could bring him 〈…〉 As also of the Princes safety Sir Richard Crosts is won to discouer his prisoners Prince Edward stabd to death Queene Margarite gets into a poore Cell Lewis of France Duke Rayner â—â—dâ—â—th himselfe to rans 〈…〉 his Daughter The Earle of Gloster after Richard the third The Furies fetcha from hell to bring the World to â—â—d A description of the furies â—â—e Mooneâ—lfe beg â—t the diuell The prodigious signs that foreran the birth of the Moone-Calfe A description of the Moon Calfe Mother Red-Capâ— talâ— The moraliâ—y of mother Red-Caps tale The morallity of mother Bumbyes â—alâ— The morality of mother Howlets tale Gammer Gurtons tale The morallity of Mother Gurtons * The nearest harbour of Spaine An I le for the abundeâ— of wine supposed to be the habitaâ— on of B 〈…〉 * An I le for the abâ—ndance â—f Wine supposed to bee the habitatiâ—n of Bacchus
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
a head Another stumbling falleth in his flight Wanting a legge and on his face doth light The Duks who found their force thus ouerthrown And those few left them ready still to route Hauing great skill and no lesâ—e courage showne Yet of their safeties much began to doubt For hauing few about them of their owne And by the English so impal'd about Saw that to some one they themselues must yeeld Or else abide the fury of the field They put themselues on those victorious Lord Who led the Vanguard with so good successe Bespeaking them with honourable wordes Themselues their prisoners freely and confesse Who by the strength of their commanding swordâ— Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring preâ— By Suffolkes ayde till they away were sent Who with a Guard conuayd them to his Tent. When as their Souldiers to eschew the sacke Gainst their owne Battell beating in their flight By their owne French are strongly beaten backe Lest they their Ranks should haue disord'red quigâ— So that those men at Armes goe all to wracke Twixt their own friends those with whom theâ— figâ— Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd To striue which should the powerfullest be dâ—em'â— And whilst the Daulphine of Auerney cryes Stay men at Armes let Fortune doe her worst And let that Villane from the field that flies By Babes yet to be borne be euer curst All vnder Heauen that we can hope for lyes On this dayes battell let me be the first That turn'dye backe vpon your desperate Foeâ— To saue our Honours though our liues we lose To whom comes in the Earle of Ewe which long Had in the Battaile ranged here and there A thousand Bills a thousand Bowes among And had seene many spectacles of feare And finding yet the Daulphins spirit so strong By that which he had chancd from him to heare Vpon the shoulder claps him Prince quoth he Since I must fall Oh let me fall with thee Scarse had he spoke but th' English them inclose And like to Mastiues fiercely on them flew Who with like courage strongly them oppose When the Lord Beamont who their Armings knew Their present perill to braue Suffolke shewes Quoth he lo where Dauerney are and Ewe In this small time who since the Field begun Haue done as much as can by men be done Now slaughter ceaze me if I doe not grieue Two so braue Spirits should be vntimely slaine Lies there no way my Lord them to releeue And for their Ransomes two such to retaine Quoth Suffolke come wee le hazzard their repreeue And share our Fortunes in they goe amaine And with such daÌ„ger through the presse they wade As of their liues but small account they made Yet ere they through the clustred clouds could get Oft downe on those there trod to death that lay The valiant Daulphine had discharg'd his debt Then whom no man had brauelier seru'd that day The Earle of Ewe and wondrous hard beset Had left all hope of life to scape away Till Noble Beamont and braue Suffolke came And as their prisoner seas'd him by his name Now the maine Battaile of the French came on The Vauward vanquisht quite the field doth fly And other helpes besides this haue they none But that their hopes doth on their mayne rely And therefore now it standeth them vpon To fight it brauely or else yeeld or dye For the fierce English Charge so home and sort As in their hands Ioues thunderbolts they bore The Duke of Yorke who since their fight begun Still in the top of all his troopes was seene And things well-neere beyond beleefe had done Which of his fortune made him ouer weene Himselfe so farre into the maine doth runne So that the French which quickly got betweene Him and his succours that great Chieftaine slue Who brauely fought whilst any breath he drew The newes soone brought to this couragious King Orespred his face with a distempred Fire Though making little shew of any thing Yet to the full his eyes exprest his Ire More then before the Frenchmen menacing And hee was heard thus softly to respire Well of thy blood reuenged will I bee Or ere one houre be past I le follow thee When as the frolike Caualry of France That in the Head of the maine Battaile camâ— Perceiu'd the King of England to aduance To charge in person it doth them inflame 〈…〉 ch one well hoping it might be his chance 〈…〉 sease vpon him which was all their ayme Then with the brauest of the English met Themselues that there before the King had set When th' Earle of Cornewall with vnusuall force â—counters Grandpre next that came to hands 〈…〉 strength his equall blow for blow they scorce â—eelding their Axes as they had bene wands â—ll the Earle tumbles Grandpre from his Horse 〈…〉 er whom strait the Count Salines stands And lendeth Cornewall such a blow withall Ouer the crupper that he makes him fall Cornewall recouers for his Armes were good 〈…〉 d to Saline maketh vp againe â—ho chang'd such boy strous buffers that the blood â—th through the ioints of their strong Armor strain 〈…〉 Count Salines sunke downe where he stood â—mount who sees the Count Salines slaine â—traight copes with Cornewal beaten out of breath 〈…〉 Till Kent comes in and rescues him from death Kent vpon Blamount furiously doth fly 〈…〉 at the Earle with no lesse courage strucke 〈…〉 d one the other with such knocks they ply 〈…〉 at eithers Axe in th' others Helmets stucke â—hilst they are wrastling crossing thigh with thigh 〈…〉 eir Axes pikes which soonest out should plucke They fal to ground like in their Casks to smother With their clutcht Gantlets â—uffing one another Couragious â—lâ—eâ— grieued at the sight Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might Whose coÌ„ming seem'd the stout Lord Soales to cal 〈…〉 Betwixt whom then began a mortall fight When instantly fell in Sir Phillip Hall Gainst him goes Roussy in then Louell ran Whom next Count Morveyle chuseth as his m 〈…〉 Their Curates are vnreuited with blowes With Horrid wounds their breasts and faces slas 〈…〉 There drops a cheeke and there falls off a nose And in ones face his fellowes braines are dasht Yet still the better with the English goes The earth of France with her owne blood is wash 〈…〉 They fall so fast she scarce affords them roome 〈…〉 That one mans trunke becomes anothers tom 〈…〉 When Suffolke chargeth Huntingdon with slo 〈…〉 Ouer himselfe too wary to haue bin And had neglected his fast plighted troth Vpon the Field the Battaile to begin That where the one was there they would be bothâ— When the stout Earle of Huntingdon to win Trust with his friends doth this himselfe inlar 〈…〉 To this great Earle who dares him thus to chargâ— My Lord quoth he it is not that I feare More then your selfe that so I haue not gone But that
I haue beene forced to bee neare The King whose person I attend vpon 〈…〉 d that I doubt not but to make appeare â—ow if occasion shall but call me on Looke round about my Lord if you can see Some braue aduenture worthy you and me See yan proud Banner of the Duke of Barres 〈…〉 think'st it wasts vs and I heare it say 〈…〉 her 's that couragious Englishman that dares 〈…〉 enture but to carry me away â—is were a tâ—ing now worthy of our warres 〈…〉 true quoth Suffolke by this blessed day On and wee le haue it sayst thou so indeed Quoth Huntingdon then Fortune be our speed â—nd through the rancks then rushing in their pride â—ey make a Lanâ— about them so they lay â—ote goes with foote and side is ioynde to side â—ey strike downe all that stand within their way 〈…〉 d to direct them haue no other guide 〈…〉 as they see the multitude to sway And as they passe the French as to defie Saint George for England and the King they cry By their examples each braue English blood 〈…〉 the Frenchmen for their Ensignes runne 〈…〉 e there as trees within a well-growne wood â—ere great Atchieuements instantly were done 〈…〉 inst them roughly whilst that Nation stood 〈…〉 ô what man his destinie can shunne That Noble Suffolke there is ouerthrowne â—hen â—e much vallour sundry wayes had showne Which the proud English further doth proâ—â— Who to destruction bodily were bent That the maine battaile instantly they broke Vpon the French so furiously they went And not an English but doth scorne a stroake If to the ground it not a Frenchman sent Who weak with wounds their weapons froÌ„ thâ— thrâ— With which the English fearefully them slew Alanzon backe vpon the Reareward borne By those vnarm'd that from the English fled All further hopes them vtterly forlorne His Noble heart in his full bosome bled VVhat fate quoth he our ouerthrow hath sworne Must France a prisoner be to England led VVell if she be so yet I le let her see Shee beares my carkasse with her and not me And puts his Horse vpon his full Careere When with the courage of a valiant Knight As one that knew not or forgot to feare He tow'rds King Henry maketh in the fight And all before him as he downe doth beare Vpon the Duke of Glocester doth light Which on the youthfull Chiualry doth brinâ— Scarse two piks length that came before the 〈…〉 Their Staues both strongly reuetted with sâ—â— At the first stroke each other they astound That as they staggering from each other reele The Duke of Glocester falleth to the ground â—hen as Alanzon round about doth wheele â—hinking to lend him his last deadly wound In comes the King his brotherâ— life to saue And to this braue Duke a fresh on set gaue When as themselues like thunderbolts they shot One at the other and the lightning brake Out of their Helmets and againe was not â—'r of their stroake the eare a sound could take â—etwixt them two the conflict grew so hot â—hich those about them so amaz'd doth make That they stood still as wondring at the â—ight And quite forgot that they themselues must fight Vpon the King Alanzon prest so sore â—hat with a stroke as he was wondrous strong â—e câ—eft the Crowne which on his Helme he wore â—nd tore his Plume that to his heeles it hong â—hen with a second brus'd his Helme before â—hat it his forehead pitifully wrung As some that saw it certainely had thought â—he King therewith had to the ground bin brought But Henry soone Alanzons Ire to quit â—s now his valour lay vpon the Racke â—on'th face the Duke so strongly hit 〈…〉 in his Saddle layd him on his backe 〈…〉 d once perceluing that be had him split 〈…〉 llow'd his blowes redoubling thwack on thwack 〈…〉 Till â—e had lost his stirrups and his head Hung where his Horse was like thereon to tread When soone two other seconding their Lord His kind companions in this glorious prize Hoping againe the Duke to haue restor'd If to his feet his Armes would let him rise On the Kings Helme their height of fury scor'd Who like a Dragon fiercely on them flies And on his body slew them both whilst he Recouering was their ayde againe to be The King thus made the master of the fight The Duke calls to him as he there doth lye Henry I 'le pay my ransowe doe me right I am the Duke Alanzon It is I The King to saue him putting all his might Yet the rude souldiers with their shout and cry Quite drownd his voyce his Helmet being shut And that braue Duke into small pieces cut Report once spred through the distracted Host Of their prime Hope the Duke Alanzon slaine That flower of France on whom they trusted most They found their valour was but then in vaine Like men their hearts that vtterly had lost Who slowly fled before now runne amaine Nor could a man be found but that dispaires Seeing the Fate both of themselues and theirs The Duke Neuers now in this sad retreat By Dauid Gam and Morrisby pursude Who throughly chas'd neere melted into sweat And with French blood their Pollaxes imbrud They sease vpon him following the defeat Amongst the faint and fearefull multitude When a contention fell betweene them twaine To whom the Duke should rightâ—uâ—ly pertaine I must confesse thou hadst him first in chase Quoth Morrisby but lefts him in the throng â—hen put I on quoth Gam hast thou the face â—nsulting Knight to offer me this wrong Quoth Morrisby who shall decide the case â—â—t him confesse to whom it doth belong Let him quoth Gam but if 't be not to mee For any right you haue he may goe free With that couragious Morrisby grew hot â—ere not sayd he his ransome worth a pin â—ow by these Armes I were thou gett'st him not â—r if thou dost thou shalt him hardly win â—am whose Welch blood could hardly brooke this blot â—o bend his Axe vpon hiâ— doth begin He his at him till the Lord Beamont came Their rash attempt and wisely thus doth blame Are not the French twice trebl'd to our power â—nd fighting still nay doubtfull yet the day â—iâ—ke you not thâ—se vs fast enough deuoure â—t that your braues the Army must dismay â—ought but good befall vs in this houre â—is be you sure your liues for it must pay Then first the end of this dayes Battaile see And then decide whose prisoner he shall be Now Excester with his vntaynted Reare Came on which long had labour'd to come in And with the Kings mayne battell vp doth beare Who still kept off till the last houre had bin He cryes and clamours eu'ry way doth heare But yet he knew not which the day should win Nor askes of any what were fit to doe But where the French were thick'st he falleth to The Earle of
At Warwicks greatnesse inwardly yet storm'd Which euery day still more and more was seene Against the King who Callice so had Arm'd As it his owne inheritance had beene Which towne she saw that if he still should hold That she by him must hourely be controul'd For which his murther shee pursu'd so fast As that she soone and secretly had layd 〈…〉 h to assault him as the streets he past As if his braue name had not brought him ayd He of her vengeance had beene sure to tast The Tragique Sceane so furiously was playd That he from London was inforc't to fly Like a rough â—eâ— her malice grew so hye And towards the Duke his speedy iourâ—y takes Who then at Middleham made his most aboad Which Salsbury his habitation makes Whereas their time together they bestew'd Whose courages the Earle of Warwicke wakes When he to them his suddaine danger show'd With a pale vâ—sage and doth there disclose Her brands set on him both in wounds blowe This wrong in counsell when they had discust And way'd the danger wherein still they were Continuall Treasons shrouded in their trust Nor other hopes else likely to appeare They find that this might make a war seeme iust And giue their cause vp to the world so cleare To rise in Armes when they resolue at last To raise them force and wisely thus forecast To muster vp their Tenants and their friends Not as a War vpon the land to bring Nor to aduance their owne sinister ends Nor wrong a Subiect in the smallest thing Onely to guard them as their case then stands Till they had show'd their grieuance to the King And giue their power to Salsbury to guide That wiâ—h the King the bus'nesse should decide With this distinction Salsbury is sent Warwiâ—ke to Callice with what haâ—â— he may By his much speed a mischiefe to preuent Fearing the Towne might else be giuen away The Duke of Yorke by generall consent â—t Middleham Castell they allot to stay To raise a second power if need should be To reinforce them or to set them free The Queene who heard by such as were her own With that false Earle how those of Cheshire sided â—s in short time how powerfull he was growne Thinks with her selfe the shire might be diuided â—f that her loue to some of them were knowne Which eas'ly might be were her pleasure guided By some such person of whose valour they Had an opinion which she thus doth lay Causing the King to giue a large command To Iames Lord Awdley powerfull in those parts To Raise him force those Rebels to withstand â—uch to their Soueraigne as had loyall hearts And to make Captaines ouer eu'ry band Men of the best blood as of best desarts Which he so laboured till that he had brought That th' halfe of one house gainst the other fought So that two men arising from one bed Falling to talke from one another flye This weares a white Rose and that weares a Red And this a Yorke that Lancaster doth cry He wisht to see that Awdley well had sped He prayes againe to prosper Salsbury And for their farewel when their leaues they take They their sharpe swords at one another shake This fire in euery family thus set Ouâ— go the Brown bills with the well strung bowâ— Till aâ— Blore heath these boy strous souldiers met For there â—â— chanc'd the Armies then to close This 〈…〉 not liue if that hee stroue to let Neuer such friends yet ere became such soes With down-right strokes they at each other â—â— No word for Cheshire was but kill and slay The Sonne as some report the Father flue In opposition as they stoutly stood The Nephew seene the Vnckle to pursue Bathing his sword in his owne naturall blood The Brother in his brothers gore imbrue His guilty hands and at this deadly food Kinsman kills Kinsman and together fall As hellish fury had possest them all There noble Tutchâ—t the Lord Audlâ—y dyde Whose Father wan him such renowne in Francâ— And many a Cheshire Gentleman beside Fell at this field by warres vncertaine chance These miseries Queene Margarite must abide Whilst the proud Yorkists doe themselues aduance And poore King Henry on a pallet lay And scarcely ask'd which side had got the day Thus valiant Audlâ—y at this Battaile slaine And all those friends to the Lancastrians lost Cheshire by her such dâ—mage to sustaine So much deere blood had this late Conflict cost Wherfore the grieued Queene with might main Labours for life to raise a second Host Noâ— time therein she meaneth to foâ—â—slow Either shee 'll get all or will all forgoe And whilst their friends them forces gathering were The neighbouring Realmes of this great bus'nesse ring The Duke those that to his part adhere â—roclaimed Traytors pardon promising To those at Blore that Armes did lately beare â—o they would yet cleaue to their lawfull King Which driue in many to their part againe To make their full they Yorkâ—sts in their wane Yorke who perceiu'd the puissant Host prepar'd With his deare Neuils Counsels what to doe â—or it behou'd him to make good his guard With both their strengths and all too little too â—nd in the Marches he no labour spar'd â—o winne his friends along with him to goe With expedition which he could not gâ—t On the Kings side the Commons were so set And being to meete so absolute a power 〈…〉 t wanting much his party good to make 〈…〉 d Henryes proclamations euery houre 〈…〉 s Souldiers win their Generall to forsake 〈…〉 sides the storme which rais'd this sudden shower 〈…〉 m all in sunder likely was to shake He saw his safety to consist in flight Thus e'r he wist o'rmastred in his might All on the spurre for liâ—â— away they post Their homes too â—â—â— nor there they might abide The threâ—â—â—aue Earls soon reacht the western coa 〈…〉 〈…〉 wheÌ„ce to Callice their â—â—raight course they pli 〈…〉 The Duke to Wales being there befriended most Yet for more safety he â—o Ireland hyde So others ship themselues from eu'ry bay And happiest he that â—oon'st could get away As when a Route of raue'nous wolues are met T'asseyâ—â— some Heard the desart pâ—sturing neare Tâ—â— watchfull Clownes which ouer them are set Ofâ— taught before their â—iranny to feare With dogges with stâ—uâ—s and shouts together g 〈…〉 Noâ— neuer leaue till they their Cattell cleare So the Kings power the Yorkists still pursue Which like those wolues before those Heards mâ— fl 〈…〉 They gone the King at Couentry begun A Parliament by good aduice wherein The Duke of Yorke with th' Earle of March his so 〈…〉 With Salâ—bury and Warwicke who had bin Conspirators much mischiefe and had done And by whose helpe â—e hapt so much to win He there attaints of Treason and bestowes All that was theirs vpon his friends their foes When now those Earles in Callice still that 〈…〉 The
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
your faces to your foes â—is feare not danger doth yee thus dismay â— proue the former fortune of your Bowes â—hinke but vpon the late-wonne glorious day â—ot in this place the fame whereof you lose By your base flight but he his breath might spare He might as well haue call'd vpon the Ayre Scatter'd like sheep by wolues that had bin scar'â— So runne the Yorkists which when Norfolke saw He calls to Warwicke scarcely then prepar'd Himselfe out of this danger to withdraw My Lord quoth he you see that all is mard Fortune hath sworne to keepe vs in her awe Our liues are gone if longer here wee stay Loose not your selfe though we haue lost the dâ— And for they found the Foe came on so fast The King by them to this lost battell brought And vnder guard in his pauillion plac't Th' are forc'd to leaue which late they little thougâ— For ther were those which made theÌ„ make such hasâ— They could not stay to haue their Soueraign soughâ— But since the Battell had such ill successe That lost they thought their losse of him the lessâ— The foe thus fled they quickly found the King From whom a speedy messenger is sent His Wife and Sonne away to him to bring Who with their Lords arriuing at his Tent Where after many a fall and many aspring Of teares of ioy vpon each other spent With strict embraces they each other straine No one had need a gladnesse there to faine Like as you see when Partriges are flowne In Falconers termes which we the Couy call By the sharpe Hawke and into thickets throwne There drops downe one there doth another fall â—et when they heare the questing Spaniels gone They in the euening get together all With pretty iugging and each other greet Glad as it were they once againe should meete But the fierce Queene her full reuenge to take Of those she thought the Yorkists well that meant â—he stout Lord Bonvile for King Henry sake â—nd Thomas Kerrill a braue Knight of Kent Who the Kings Guard stroue euer long to make â—ll threatning perill thereby to preuent And for their safety had his Soueraigne word That cruell woman putteth to the sword This wel might warne great Warwick not to trust â—oo much to Fortune which so soone reueales â—er whorish lightnesse like an Auerse gust â—nd on the suddaine makes him strike his Sayles Which when he most beleeued her to be iust â—is forward hopes then most of all she fayles All his accounts and teach him thus to summe None ouercomes but may be ouercome Some thinke that Warwicke had not lost the day â—ut that the King into the Field he brought â—or with the worse that side still went away Which had King Henry with theÌ„ when they fought â—pon his birth so sad a curse they lay â—s that he neuer prospered in ought The Queene wan two amongst the losse of many Her husband absent present neuer any But whilst her selfe with further hopes shee fed The Queene still watchfull wisely vnderstands That Warwicke late vvho at Saint Albans fled Whereas his heeles seru'd better then his hands Had met the Duke of Yorke and made a head Of many fresh and yet vnfought-with bands At Chipping-norton for more forces stay'd From whence towards London they their marâ— had layâ— And for shee saw the Southerne to adhere Still to the Yorkists who againe relyde Much on their ayde as London she doth feare A small reliefe which lately her denyde She can at all conceiue no comfort there With any succours nor to be supply'd But to the North her speedy course directs From whence fresh aydes she euery day expectâ— Not foure dayes march yet fully on her way But Yorke to London with his Army comes And neere the walles his Ensignes doth display Deaffing the city with his clamoorus Drummes His Title so the multitude doth sway That for his souldiers they prouide him Summes And those prouisioÌ„s they Queene Margarite oâ— Taken from hers they on the Duke bestow'de The Gates set open to receiue him in They with applause his gracious entrance greet His presence so the Peoples hearts doth vvinne That they come flocking in from euery street Kneeling before him as he Crownd had bin And as he rode along they kist his feete Whilst good King Henry towards the North is gone The poore Lancastrians damn'd by euery one Whither at once doe presently repaire The spirituall Lords Temporal who would haue Him take the Crowne who farre more ready are â—o giue then he their suffrages to craue The Commons take him so into their care Vpon his name that dotingly they raue And being ask'd who should their Soueraigne be They cry King Edward and no man but hee Thus to his height this puissant Prince they heaue The seate Imperiall where then sitting downe Their fealty they force him to receaue Which on his head might firmely fixe his Crowne And in his hand the Regall Scepter leaue Edward the fourth proclaim'd in eu'ry Towne With all the pompe that they could thinke vpon They then adorne his Coronation THis newes too quickly in Queene Margarites eare What by the Lords at London had beene done Euen at the point to fall into despaire Ready she was on her owne death to runne With her faire fingers â—ents her golden haire Cursing that houre when first she saw the Sunne With rage she faints reuiuing and doth call Vpon high heauen for vengeance on them all To ayde her right yet still excites her friends By her faire speech inchanted as by charmes Scarce any man on any Lord depends That followes her that riseth not in Armes The spacious North such plenteous succour sends That to her side the souldiers come in swarmes Thus day by day she addeth more and more To that full Army which she had before Not long it was but Edward vnderstood Of this great power prepared in the North When he to make his Coronation good Calls to his ayde his friends of greatest worth With whom then rising like a raging flood This forward King breakes violently foorth That with the helpe of Tributary flowes Extends his breadth still onward as he goes Nor Henryes Army needed to be sought For euery man could tell him where it lay In twelue dayes march which Edward eas'ly rough Without resistance keeping on his way Neere fifty thousand in his Host he brought Whose brandish'd Ensignes seem'd to braue the day And vnder Pomfret his proud Tents he pight Prouiding hourely for a deadly fight Of Henrys Host when they who had command On whom the Queene imposed had the care Great Sommerset and stout Northumberland And Clifford whom no danger yet could dare The walles of Yorke first hauing throughly man'd There plac'd the King when quickly they prepare To range their Battell which consisted then Of threescore thousand valiant Northerne men From Edwards Host the Lord Fitzwater went And valiant Neuill Warwickes Bastard brother At
well that all things went not right For with his succours Clarence came not in Whom to suspect he greatly doth beginne And not in vaine for that disloyall Lord Taking those forces he had leuied leaues The Earle and with his Brother doth accord Which of all hope braue VVarwicke so bereâ—ueâ—â— â—hat now King Edward hopes to be restor'd Which then too late the credulous Earle perceiues Edward towards London with an Army sped To take the Crown once more from Henrys head The Queene in France this woful newes that heard How farre through England Edward thus had past As how by Glarence whom she euer fear'd VVarwicke behind-hand mightily was cast This most vndaunted Queene her hopes yet cheer'd By those great perills she had lately past And from King Lewis doth three thousand prest To ayde her friends in England in distresse Whilst she is busie gathering vp those aydes In so short time as France could her afford Couragious VVarwicke basely thus betray'd By Clarence lewdly falsifying his word The most couragious Earle no whit dismayd But trusting still to his successefull Svvord Follovves the King towards London march'â— before Each day his Power increasing more and more But Edward by the Londoners let in Who in their Gates his Army tooke to guard VVarwicke this while that trifling had not bin But with a povver sufficiently prepar'd T' approach the City brauely doth begin To dare the King vvho lately him had dar'd Who then from London his Arm'd forces leades Towards where his march ambitious VVarwicke treadâ— From London this that from Saint Albans set These two graÌ„d souldiers shoulâ—ring for the Crown They in the mid-way are at Barnet met Where then they set their puissant Armies downe VVarwicke as neere as euer hee could get But Edward onely taketh vp the Towne Betwixt whose â—ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day â—uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may â—howing what blood her light was like to lose But hope of slaughter beares so great asway That with the Sunne their rage still higher growes Full were their hands of death so freely dealt That the most mortal wounds the least were felt The aduerse Ensignes to each other waue As t' were to call them forward to the field The King the Earle The Earle the King doth braue Nor cares he for the Leopards in his shield And whilst one friend another striues to saue He 's slaine himselfe if not enforc'd to yeeld In either Army there is not one eye But is spectator of some Tragedy Those wrongs the King had from the Earle receiu'd â—â—pulst the Kingdome onely by his power â—â—en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd â—or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd â—heltred by him from many a bloody shower Spurres vp reuenge and with that violent rage That scarsely blood their fury could asswage VVarwicke who sees his Souldiers had the worse And at a neere point to be put to flight Throwing himselfe from oâ— his Armed Horse Thrusts in on foote into the deadliest fight Edward againe with an vnusuall force In his owne person in the Armies sight Puts for the Garland which if now he lose Warwicke his Crowne at pleasure would disposâ— To Edwards side but fortune doth encline Warwickes high valour then was but in vaine His noble soule there destin'd to resigne Braue Mountacute his valiant Brother slaine Here Sommerset with them that did combine Forced to flye and Excesteâ— is faine To saue himselfe by Sanctuary this day Edward's victorious and beares all away THis fatall field vnluckily thus lost That very day so Destiny contriues That the grieu'd Queene at Sea turmoyl'd and tost Neere twenty dayes in Weymouth Road ariues Where scarcely landed but Post after Post Brings her this ill newes vvhich so farre depriues Her of all comfort that shee curst and band Those plaguy winds that suffered her to land Wert thou quoth shee so fortunate in fight O noble VVarwicke when thou wert our foe And now thou stood'st in our indoubted right And should'st for Henry thy high valour show Thus to be slaine what power in our despight Watcheth from heau'n vpon our ouerthrow Th' vnlucky Starres haue certainly made lawes To marke for death the fauourers of our cause O vvhat infernall brought that Edward backe 〈…〉 late expel'd by VVarwickes powerfull hand Was there no way his rotten Ship to wracke Was there no Rock was there no swallowing sand And too the wretched Subiects were so slacke To suffer him so traiterously to land Surely whole heau'n against vs haue conspir'd Or in our troubles they had else beene tyr'd Was I for this so long detayn'd in France From ragefull Tempests and reseru'd till now That I should land to meete with this mischance â—t must needes be the Powers haue made a vowe Vp to that height my sorrowes to aduance That before mine all miseries shall bowe That all the sorrow mortalls can surmise Shall fall far short oâ— Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease â—t the least breath of comfort to preuent â—he next ill newes in rushing after these â—as that King Henry to the Tower was sent As though it selfe euen Destiny should please 〈…〉 wretched Margarites heauy discontent Thrunging so thick as like themselues to smother Or as one ranne to ouertake another Those scattered Troopes from Barnet that escap'd â—earing the Queene thus landed with her power â—ugh much dismay'd with what had lately hapt 〈…〉 Gore drown'd Gladmore in that bloody shower And fearing by the foe to be entrapt Through vntrod grounds in many a tedious howâ— Flocke to her dayly till that by her ayde Equall with Edwards they her Army made When Somerset and Devonshire came in To the sad Queene and bad her not dispaire Though they of late infortunate had bin Yet there vvas helpe that Ruine to repaire What they had lost they hop'd againe to win And that the way lay open yet and faire For that the West would wholly with her rise Besides from VValles assur'd her of Supplyes And euery day still adding to their Force As on their Host tow'rds Glocester they guide When Edward finding their intended course Againe for Battell strongly doth prouide Both Armies they supply vvith Foote and Horse By both their friends as they affect the side And in their march at Tâ—wkesbury they met Where they in Order their Battalions set Ill was her choyse of this vneuen ground Lucklesse the place vnlucky vvas the howre The Heauens vpon her so extreamely frownd As on her head their plagues at once to powre As in a Deluge here her hopes were drown'd Here sees she death her faithfull friends deuoure The earth is fil'd with grones the aire with cry 〈…〉 Horrour on each side
groweth In all your â—raynether's not a Fay That euer went to gather May But shee hath made it in her way The tallest tuere that groweth When by Tom Thum a Fayry Page He sent it and doth him engage By promise of a mighty wage It secretly to carry Which done the Queene her mayds doth call And bids them to be ready all Shee would goe see her Summer Hall She would no longer tarry Her Chariot ready straight is made Each thing therein is sitting layd That she by nothing might be stayd For naught must her be letting Foure nimble Gnats the Horses were Their Harnasses of Cossamere Flye â—â—nâ—ion her Chariottere Vp â—n the Coatch-boxe getting Her Chariot of a Snayles fine shell Which for the colours did excel The faire Queene Mab becomming well So liuely was the limming The feare the soft wooll of a Bee The couer gallantly to see The wing of a pyde butter-flee I trowe t' was simple trimming The wheeles compos'd of Crickets bones And daintily made for the nonce For feare of ratling on the stones With Thistle-downe they shod it For all her Maydens much did feare If Oberon had chanc'd to heare That Mab his Queene should haue beene there He would not haue aboade it She mounts her Chariot with a trice Nor would she stay for no aduice Vntill her Maydes that were so nice To waite on her were fitted But ranne her selfe away alone Which when they heard there was not one But hasted after to be gone As she had beene diswitted Hop and Mop and Dryp so cleare Pip and Trip and Skip that were To Mab their Soueraigne euer deare Her speciall Maydes of Honour Fib and Tib and Pinck and Pin Tick and Quick and Iill and lin Tit and Nit and Wap and Win The Trayne that wayte vp on her Vpon a Grashopper they got And what with Amble and with Trot For hedge nor ditch they spared not But after her they hye them A Cobweb ouer them they throw To shield the wind if it should blow Themselues they wisely could bestow Lest any should espie them But let vs leaue Queene Mab a while Through many a gate o'r many a stile That now had gotten by this wile Her deare Pigwiggin kissing And tell how Oberon doth fare Who grew as mad as any Hare When he had sought each place with care And found his Queene was missing By grifly Pluto he doth sweare He rent his clothes and tore his haire And as he runneth here and there An Acorne cup he greeteth Which soone he taketh by the stalke About his head he lets it walke Nor doth he any creature balke But layes on all he meeteth The Thuskan Poet doth aduance The franticke Paladine of France And those more ancient doe inhance Alcides in his fury And others Aiax Telamon But to this time there hath bin non So Bedlam as our Oberon Of which I dare assure you And first encountring with a waspe He in his armes the Flye doth claspe As though his breath he foorth would graspe Him for Pigwiggin taking Where is my wife thou Rogue quoth he Pigwiggen she is come to thee Restore her or thou dy'st by me Whereat the poore Waspe quaking Cryes Oberon great Fayrie King Content thee I am no such thing I am a Waspe behold my sting At which the Fayrie started When soone away the Waspe doth goe Poore wretch was neuer frighted so He though his wings were much too slow O'r ioyd they so were parted Hee next vpon a Glow-worme light You must suppose it now was night Which for her hinder part was bright He tooke to be a Deuill And furiously doth her assayle For carrying fier in her tayle He thrasht her rough coat with his flayle The mad King fear'd no euill O quoth the Glow-worme hold thy hand Thou puissant King of Fayrie land Thy mighty stroaks who may withstand Hould or of life despaire I Together then her selfe doth roule And tumbling downe into a hole She seem'd as blacke as any Cole Which vext away the Fayrie From thence he ran into a Hiue Amongst the Bees he letteth driue And downe their Combes begins to riue All likely to haue spoyled Which with their Waxe his face besmear'd And with their Hony daub'd his Beard It would haue made a man afeard To see how he was moyled A new aduenture him betides He met an Ant which he bestrides And post thereon away he rides Which with his hast doth stumble And came full ouer on her snowte Her heeles so threw the durt about For she by no meanes could get out But ouer him doth tumble And being in this pitteous case And all be slurried head and face On runs he in his Wild goose chase As here and there he rambles Halfe blind against a molehill hit And for a Mountaine taking it For all he was out of his wit Yet to the top he scrambles And being gotten to the top Yet there himselfe he could not stop But downe on th' other side doth chop And to the foote came tumbling So that the Grubs the rein that bred Hearing such turmoyle ouer head Thought surely they had al bene dead So fearefull was the Iumbling And falling downe into a Lake Which him vp to the necke doth take His fury somewhat it doth slake He calleth for a Ferry Where you may some recouery note What was his Club he made his Boate And in his Oakeâ— Cup doth float As safe as in a Wherry Men talke of the aduentures strange Of Don Quishot and of their change Through which he Armed oft did range Of Sancha Panchas trauell But should a man tell euery thing Done by this franticke Fayrie King And them in lofty Numbers sing It well his wits might grauell Scarse set on shore but therewithall He meeteth Pucke which most men call Hobgoblin and on him doth fall With words from frenzy spoken Hoh hoh quoth Hob God saue thy grace Who drest thee in this pitteous case He thus that spoyld my soueraignes face I would his necke were broken This Pucke seemes but a dreaming dolt Still walking like a ragged Colt And oft out of a bush doth bolt Of purpose to deceiue vs And leading vs makes vs to stray Long Winters nights out of the way And when we sticke in mire and clay Hob doth with laughter leaue vs. Deare Pucke quoth he my Wife is gone As ere thou lou'st King Oberon Let euery thing but this alone With vengeance and pursue her Bring her to me aliue or dead Or that vild thiefe Pigwiggins head That villaine hath defil'd my bed He to this folly drew her Quoth Puck My Liege I le neuer lin But I will thorough thicke and thinne Vntill at length I bring her in My dearest Lord nere doubt it Thorough Brake thorough Brier Thorough Mucke thorough Mier Thorough Water thorough Fier And thus goes Pucke about it This thing Nimphidia ouer hard That on this mad King had a guard Not doubting of a great reward For first this
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
haue built thee Trophyes euery whâ—â— Wrought with our Crowne supported by thâ— Beâ—â— What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of â—ame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mountâ—cute ô base To aduance a â—raâ—tor to his â—oueraigne thus But to our Crâ—â—ne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall â—â—e Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents crâ—es Whom many a sad cuâ—se euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding theirâ— for whom our blood was 〈…〉 When in like language this great Earle agaiâ— Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former greeâ—e one thought to â—ntertaine Things are not now quoth he as once they were To talke of these past helpe it is in vaine What though it ease your heart please your eaâ—â— This is not it no â—t must be our Swords Must right our vvrongs deare Lady not our w 〈…〉 Madam quoth he by this my vexed heart On Edwards head which oft hath wish'd the Crown â—t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part â—his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe â—nd if from Henry Richard Neuill start Vpon my house let Heauen for euer frowne Of backe the Crown to this yong Prince I le bring Or not be VVarwicke if he be not King When they accord Prince Edward should affye Anne the Earles Daughter to confirme it more By Sacrament themselues they strictly tye By Armes againe King Henry to restore Or in the Quarrell they would liue and dye 〈…〉 ptising likewise in the oath they swore That th' Earle and Clarence should Protectors be When they King Henry and the Prince should free When soone great VVarwicke into England sends â—o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare â—â—g Henrys Title and to them commends â—â—at they should take his cause into their care â—ow is the time that he must try his friends â—hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the coÌ„mons rose Whom they should ayde and whom they should oppose Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre â— great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent â—arwicke vvhose name Fame sounded had so far 〈…〉 t men with Wonder view'd him as he went Of all men liuing the most popular Thought eu'ry houre to be but idely spent On Englands troubled earth vntill he were To view the troupes attending for him there And in his Army tooke with him along Oxford and Penbrooke who had beene destroy'd By Edward sworne now to reuenge their wrong By Burgoyne the French Admirall conuoy'd At whose Aâ—iue the shores with people throng At sight of Warwicke and so ouerioy'd That eu'ry one a VVarwicke VVarwicke cryes Well may the Red-Rose by great VVarwicke riâ—â— Like some black cloud which houering lately hu 〈…〉 Thrust on at last by th'windes impetuouspower The groues and fields comes raging in among As though both foules and flockes it would deuoure That those abroad make to the shelters strong To saue themselues from the outragious shower Sofly the Yorkists before VVarwicks Drummes Like a sterne Tempest roaring as he comes When Edward late who wore the costly Crowne Himselfe so high and on his Fortunes bore Then heard himselfe in euery place cry'd downe And made much lesse then he was great before Nor dares he trust himselfe in any Towne For in the In-lands as along the shore Their Proclamations him a Traytor make And each man charg'd against him Armes to takâ— For which the VVashes he is forc'd to wade And in much perill lastly gets to Lin To saue himselfe such shift King Edward made For in more danger he had neuer bin Where finding three Dutch Hulkes which lay for trade â—he great'st of them he hires to take him in Richard his brother Hastings his true friend Scarse worth one sword their personâ— to defend When VVarwicke now the only Prince of power Edward the fourth out of the Kingdome fled Commands himselfe free entrance to the Tower And sets th' Imperiall wreath on Henrys head Brings him through London to the Bishops bower By the applanding people followed Whose shâ—ill re-ecchoing shouts resounds from far A VVarwicke VVarwicke long liue Lancaster And presently a Parliament they call In which they attaint King Edward in his blood The lands and goods made forfâ—itures of all That in this quarrell with proud Yorke had stood Their friends in their old honours they install Which they had lost now by an act made good Intayle the Crovvne on Henry and his heyres The next on Clarence should they fayle in theirs Whilst VVarwicke thus King Henry doth aduance â—ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene â—uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance â—efore that time as seldome had bin seene That twice from Sea she was forc'd back to France As angry Heauen had put it selfe betvvene Her and her loyes and would a witnesse be That naughâ— but sorrow this sad Queene must see This might haue lent her comfort yet at last So many troubles hauing vndergone And hauing through so many perils past T' haue seene her husband setled on his Throne Yet still the skies with clowds are ouercast Well might shee heare but of this sees she none Which from far off as flying newes doth greet her Naught but mischance when she comes in must meet her But all this while King Edward not disâ—ay'd His brother Charles of Burgondy so plyes That though the subtill Duke on both side play'd Edward and Henry both his neere Allies Vpon the Duke King Edward yet so layd Hauing his sisters furtherance who was wise That Vnderhand his strength he sorestores As that he dar'd t' attempt the English shores With foureteene Ships from th' Easterlings being hir'd And foure Burgonians excellently man'd After some time with stormes and tempests tyr'd He neere the mouth of Humber haps to land Where though the Beacons at his sight were fir'd Yet few or none his entrance doe withstand For that his friends had giuen it out before He sought the Dukedome and he would no more Vpon his march when forward as he came Resolu'd to trye the very worst of Warre He Summons Yorke where of he bare the name To him her Duke her Gates that doth vnbarre And comming next to Rocke-rearâ— Nottingham Mountgomery Borough Harrington and Par Bring him their power at Lecester againe Three thousand came to Hastings that retaine To Couentry and keeping on his way Sets downe his Army in the Cities sight Whereas that time the Earle of Warwicke lay To whom he sends to dare him out to fight Which still the Earle deferrs from day to day Perceiuing