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A73861	The battaile of Agincourt Fought by Henry the fift of that name, King of England, against the whole power of the French: vnder the raigne of their Charles the sixt, anno Dom. 1415. The miseries of Queene Margarite, the infortunate wife, of that most infortunate King Henry the sixt. Nimphidia, the court of Fayrie. The quest of Cinthia. The shepheards Sirena. The moone-calfe. Elegies vpon sundry occasions. By Michaell Drayton, Esquire.	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.	1631 (1631)	STC 7191; ESTC S109888	153,591	328

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 les●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 sword● Could hardly saue them from the slaught'ring pre● 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 quig● So that those men at Armes goe all to wracke Twixt their own friends those with whom the● fig● Wherein disorder and destruction seem'd To striue which should the powerfullest be d●em'● 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 Foe● 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 dāger 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 cam● 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 ●counters Grandpre next that came to hands 〈…〉 strength his equall blow for blow they scorce ●eelding their Axes as they had bene wands ●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 ●ho chang'd such boy strous buffers that the blood ●th through the ioints of their strong Armor strain 〈…〉 Count Salines sunke downe where he stood ●mount who sees the Count Salines slaine ●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 ●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 ●uffing one another Couragious ●l●e● grieued at the sight Of his friend Blamounts vnexpected fall Makes in to lend him all the ayde he might Whose cōming 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 both● 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 charg● My Lord quoth he it is not that I feare More then your selfe that so I haue not gone But that

Bona the French Queens sister The Dutchesse of Bedford after Iohn her husbands deceas● was w●dded●● Sir Richard Wooquile Knight whos● daughter ●●● Lady was Her husband slain at Saint Albans on the ●●●g● part 〈…〉 King 〈…〉 Warwicke deeply di●●●●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 Calli●● th● it might s●●●● not to be done by him they had to their Captaines Henry Fitz-Hugh Henry Neuil and Sir Iohn Coniers c The Ear●e of Penbroke and h●● brother Richard Herbert ouerthrowne at Banbury field d These R●b●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 ●aketh the King prisoner at ●●lney in Warwickeshir● entring open this campe 〈…〉 the ●●ght g They had to their Captaine Robert W●lls sonn● to the Lord W●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 Queene● speech to the Earle in the soure following Stanzaes Barron ●●ulco● bringe was brother to Richard Ne●●ll Earle of Salsbury and Richard Earl of Warwicke Iohn Marquesse Moun●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 ●●w Warre Warwicke so famous that he was seene with wonder A Simile Warwick driueth King Edward out of the Kingdome Warwicke takes Ki● Henry the T 〈…〉 King Edward and his adherents ai●ai●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 ●he 〈…〉 King Henry by his Grand mother being the daughter of Iohn of Gaunt Torke yeelded vp to King Edward Succours●on●●●ing into Edward King Edward sets downe h● Army beso● Couentry daring Warwicke to the field Clarence 〈…〉 his father in Law the Earle of Warwicke Warwicke followes the King towards London King Edward ●●ts ●●● of London 〈…〉 The Armies meet at Bar●t * The Armes of England Warwickes high 〈…〉 The Earle of Warwicke ●is brother Marquesse Mountacute ●aine ●hat very day ●hat Warwick ●as slaine the Queene ●ands ●he Queenes ●eech hea●ng of Warwicks defeat 〈…〉 the three ●ollowing ●anzaes Cause of new sorrow to the Queene The remnant of the Army which escaped a● Barnet resort to the Queene The Queene encouraged by her friends The Armies meete at Tukesbury A place ill ●●osen on the Queenes part A bloody battell The Queene● 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 ●●d●●th himselfe to rans 〈…〉 his Daughter The Earle of Gloster after Richard the third The Furies fetcha from hell to bring the World to ●●d A description of the furies ●●e Moone●lfe beg ●t the diuell The prodigious signs that foreran the birth of the Moone-Calfe A description of the Moon Calfe Mother Red-Cap● tal● The morali●y of mother Red-Caps tale The morallity of mother Bumbyes ●al● The morality of mother Howlets tale Gammer Gurtons tale The morallity of Mother Gurtons * The nearest harbour of Spaine An I le for the abunde● of wine supposed to be the habita● on of B 〈…〉 * An I le for the ab●ndance ●f Wine supposed to bee the habitati●n of Bacchus

haue built thee Trophyes euery wh●● Wrought with our Crowne supported by th● Be●● What glory had it wonne the Neuils name To haue vpheld the right succeeding race Of that fift Henry hee that was of ●ame The onely Mineon whom thou now dost trace But Salsbury the first against vs came Then Falconbridge and Mount●cute ô base To aduance a ●ra●tor to his ●oueraigne thus But to our Cr●●ne your name is ominous How many a braue Peere thy too-neere Allies Whose losse the Babe that 's yet vnborne shall ●●e Haue made themselues a willing Sacrifice In our iust quarrell who it rightly knevv Whose blood gainst Yorke and his adherents cr●es Whom many a sad cu●se euer shall pursue O Warwicke Warwicke expiat this gilt By shedding their● for whom our blood was 〈…〉 When in like language this great Earle agai● Regreets the Queene and vvoes her to forbeare Of former gree●e one thought to ●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 ea●● This is not it no ●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 ●t but Queene Margarit cleaue to VVarwicks part ●his hand that heau'd him vp shall hew him downe ●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 ●o warne his friends that they for Warre prepare ●●g Henrys Title and to them commends ●●at they should take his cause into their care ●ow is the time that he must try his friends ●hen he himselfe gainst Edward must declare And vvhen much strife amongst the cōmons rose Whom they should ayde and whom they should oppose Furnish'd with all things well be fitting Warre ● great King Lewis to Queene Margarite lent ●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 A●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 ri●● 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 tak● 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 ●he great'st of them he hires to take him in Richard his brother Hastings his true friend Scarse worth one sword their person● 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 sh●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 forf●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 ●ee but the Fate still following the sad Queene ●uch Stormes and Tempests in that season chance ●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 naugh● 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 dis●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-rear● 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

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 bere●ue●● ●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'● 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 tread● From London this that from Saint Albans set These two grād souldiers shoul●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 ●ents a Heath call'd Gladmore lyes Where they prepare to act this bloody prize With Drums and Trumpets they awake the day ●uffled in mists her lowring selfe that showes To stop their madnesse doing all it may ●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 ●●pulst the Kingdome onely by his power ●●en to the height his powerfull hand vp heau'd ●or full'reuenge in this vnhappy houre And by the King the Earle his hopes bereau'd ●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 o● 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 dispos● 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 Exceste● 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 ●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 o● Margarites miseries These vvords scarse spoke her halfe-slaine heart to ease ●t the least breath of comfort to preuent ●he next ill newes in rushing after these ●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 ●earing the Queene thus landed with her power ●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 how● 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 T●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