the credit of the Pope Renewe againe had from his holinesse Both money men with many of his Bulls In which he sings the Coockoes song all one Except this clause He hath both disposs'd Our royall Queene of this her happy seate And all her Nobles with graue Counsellers Which shall alliant be vnto our Queene Eke all her Subiects who shall her defend Gainst Spanish King the King of Catholiques And also doth his Holinesse giue power That this our Queene with all her subiects true Should euery one be put vnto the sword And all their Lands with liuings he bestowes On vanquishers which come to execute His holy will and diuelish purposes Sée these the works of Christs Uicker on earth Who doth forsake his charge the cure of soules And practiseth how to destroy both soules And bodies of Christs deare and sacred flocke Through this his damned doome in that his Bull. Through which his Bull much like the horned beast Which sent the same the King of Spayne naught feares But that he shall receiue his former seate In England heere ere end of eighty eight And therefore hath imbarqued all his men Within a sort of huge and warlike Ships Seauenscore and tenne of the best fighting Ships Which could prouided be within seauen yeares With all his men which able are to fight Are ready now to sayle to England-ward But when the Ruler of this little Isle A famous Isle through this her Gouernour Did vnderstand of this their whole pretence She was not flacke in mustrings of her men For lesse then in the space of two whole moneths She mustered had out of all her Shires A hundred thousand able fighting men The Lord Haward her worthy Admirall Sir Frauncis Drake Vize-Admirall vnder him Lord Thomas Howard and the Sheffild Lord With diuers other forward Gentlemen To Sea were sent with all her royall Fléete To guard the Streights and méete with that his Fléete BUt least they should perhaps escape their hands And land their forces on her aim'd-at land A Campe of fiftie thousand able men Appointed should haue layne on Tilbery hill Where Leicesters thrise made renowned Earle Lieutenant was vnto our royall Quéene And Sir Iohn Norris honor'd for his deedes Lord Marshall was among that companie Eake Deuorax of Essex famous Earle Whose forwardnesse hath made his house renown'd Was Generall of braue fiue thousand horse Which should haue come vnto that royall Campe. Sir Thomas Laiton chiefest Colloner Of all the footemen which should thether come Sir Francis Knowles of the great Ordinance Was Mayster there a place of great accompt And Nicholas Dawterie Captaine long agoe For former deedes her Seriant maior was Sir Roger Williams had the second chardge Of Complet horsse which armed Launcers bore And Robert Sidney Knight had equall chardge Of braue light Horsse belonging to that Campe. There Captaine Edward Yorke obtain'd the place Of quarter-Mayster to the placed Campe And Captaine Crispe her Prouish-mershall now Did beare that office in the royall place The regiments which out of euery Shire Elected were for this most famous Campe Except those Shires next neighbours to the Sea Did dayly marche by companyes thereto Now mightie Mars a stranger heere-tofore In armour bright with neuer-yeelding sword Commes brauely mounted on a foming Steede Whose trampling causeth such a fearefull noise As all the world is shaked with his power Now might you see the field late pasture greene Wherein the beasts did take their foode and rest Become a place for braue and worthie men Heere noble men who stately houses haue Do leaue them voide to liue within their Tents Heere worth ' Esquires who lay on beds of doune Do Cabben now vpon a coutch of strawe In stead of houses strong with timber built They Cabbins make of powles and thinne greene bowes And where of late their Tables costly were They now do dine but at an earthie banke Ne do they gréeue at this so hard a chainge But thinke them-selues thereby thrise happy made For when there were a twentie thousand come Of braue footemen vnto this placed Campe And twise-tenne hundred well appointed Horsse To serue with Launce and Demilances there They all on heapes do make so braue a showe As it was thought that then there were ynowe For to encounter with their look'd-for foes Wherefore there went commaundement from the Lords Who of her honorable Counsell are That those which were as yet not thether come Should stay from thence within their seuerall Shires Untill there came some newes of farther neede They thereby stai'd do greatly greeue thereat And often say for that their hap is bad Yea which is more there was a regiment But of one thousand men of Dorset-shire Which offered fiue hundred pounds that they Might forward goe vnto the royall Campe. And further marke I tell a right strange tale I hard of one who was of great regard In Tilb'ry Campe There serued with the rest An Essex-man who was a Muskater Who being met by one which néere him dwelt Was asked why he serued with a gunne The souldier sayd my friend you are deceiu'd This is no gunne a Musket we it call The other said but sir you haue enow Of seruants who are very able men And might haue had performed this your charge In better sort then can your weakely selfe It is right true replied the souldier then I haue some store of seruants at my house And thanks to God I able am and will If that our Quéene shall stand in any néede Prouide fiue hundred well appointed men To serue where-as her Highnesse shall thinke good And they euen there at mine owne cost shall serue Iust three whole months and yet will I my selfe There like-wise be as now a Muskater The fame of this her Subiects forwardnesse Did please so well our sacred Soueraigne As she desires to sée her placed Campe There-fore there was by her a downe-set day Where-in she would fullfill her purpose meant NOw came the day the happy blisse-full day Where-in Aurora putting foorth hir head Hir curled head with wirey hanging locks Of brightest Siluer whence did newlie shine Hir clearest streames and neuer-darkened lights The morning gray wher-in the houering Larks Whose sweete shrill notes recording hermonie Resound with-in the heauenly creatures eares Did notise giue to wretched Phaetons Sire To harnesse vp his fierce and furious Streeds To drawe him thence vnto his Westerne home From whose cleare beames once in his Chariot plast Did gladsome glimps as bright as burnisht Gold Shine all displai'd vpon the Waightie Globe On this same day a faire and glorious day Came this our Queene a Queene most like her selfe Unto her Campe now made a royall Campe With all her troupe her Court-like stately troupe Not like to those who coutch on stately Doune But like to Mars the God of fearefull warre And heauing oft to Skies her war-like hands Did make her selfe Bellona-like renown'd The Lord Lieutenant notice had there-of
the same ELIZABETHA triumphans I Write not of the labours passing strange Which Ioues base sonne with wondrous fame atchiu'd He of the actes the neuer dying actes That English Kings haue done long time agoe But all my drift is to declare the deedes The famous deedes that this our sacred Queene Performed hath sithence Sol hath pass'd the Signes Iust thirtie times with those his shining lights Then mightie Ioue who guides each mouing thing Direct my Muse to that thy flowing streame Whence flowe amaine both swéete and thundring words That with those words she may set downe both peace And warlike déedes this maiden Quéene hath done The royall state of famous English soile Right happy made by this their noble Quéene Declares the vertues of a heauenly mind Adorn'd with all the gifts which Nature can Bestowe on any of her déerest Nimphes So deare a darling is Elizabeth Renowned Queene of this renowned land Renowned land because a fruitfull soile Renowned land through people of the same And thrise renown'd by this her Uirgin Queene A maiden Queene and yet of courage stout Through Wisedome rare for Learning passing all Her mother toong is not her only speach For Spanish Greeke Italian and French With Romans toong she vnderstands and speakes He are these all though more then may be found In female sex except her stately selfe For other Vertues are no lesse of force Within her royall brest and outward parts Her comely stature doth not Beautie want Ne Beautie is from séemely fauour barr'd But both of them do in the hyest-degree Conioyn'd together beautefie her port Among the rest this must not be forgot No lesse praise-worthy then the other are Which is Although she be by Nature weake Because her sex no otherwise can be Yet wants she not the courage of her Sire Whose valour wanne this Island great renowne So great renowne as neuer Island had Which high renowne as yet hath not bin lost But farre inlarg'd through wonders passing strange Which haue bin done next vnder God of heauen By rectrix of these famous Westerne parts FOr first of all which is not least in force When by the space of sixe whole winter times The glittering Starres of heauen did nere appeare Ne Luna bright for dimme and duskie cloudes Could shew her lights from out the Firmament When Darkenes ruled Queene of all the earth Then did a Wolfe the Pope a rauenous Wolfe By stealth breake in among a flock of Sheepe And there did slay and hauing slaine did glut His greedie paunch with their most guiltlesse bloud But when Auror ' had sent abroade her lights And Phebus bright begun to spread his beames This Wolfe then feared longer there to stay But theeuishly did haste vnto his denne This rauening Wolfe this foule deceiptfull Pope He hates the light because his deedes are nought But England ioy O England thankefull be The Night is gone and now the Day appeares The God of heauen who knoweth euery thought And ruleth them by his eternall power The God of Gods who is the morning Starre Which giueth light in euery creatures heart That God I say did see his wickednesse And seeing would not let it longer last For by the Sunne Elizabeth our Queene Whose vertues shine as bright as Sol it selfe By that same Sunne the Wolfe is put to flight And by that Sunne Gods flocke doth liue in rest From that bright Sunne Religion hath her beames Which lightens those who did in darkenesse sit By that same Sunne Sinceritie is plast Where heeretofore false Error ruled Lord Through that same Sunne Gods word is truly preacht And by that Sunne all Popish reliques burnt VVHich happy change did cause the Pope to rage And put him sore vnto his shifting tricks He studies now how to renue againe His credit crackt through this so foule a foile He beates his braines he craues his Counsels aide And yet in all he striues against the streame But that his father Sathan King of Hell His deerest friend and wisest counseller Will haue him try and see to what euent His fond deuises will by practise come Wherefore the Pope much like a crauin curre Who quarrell will with euery passenger But hauing had a knock for that his fault He seekes vnto his neighbour curres for aide Them once in fight though speeding too too bad H'il leaue alone and standing thence aloofe Will euer barke but neuer come to bite So doth the Pope for chased by our Queene Whose valiant heart can not abide his brags From this her land vnto his seate at Rome He sitting there doth barke and barking sends In all post haste vnto the land of Fraunce Because he thinks the French-men soonest will Be drawne to thinke that euery tale is true With this Ambassage to the young french King Salute King Frauncis second of that name And let him wit that by the contract made Twixt him and Mary Queene of Scottish land His rightfull heire vnto the English Crowne And furthermore we will he vnderstand That she who now by force vsurps the same Can lay no claime vnto that land by right Which forged tale did please the King so well Because he was of young and tender yeares And therewithall the counsell of the Guise His faithlesse friend which prickt him forward still Did so preuaile as that the french King sent To Scotland diuers forces day by day Where landed they do sore torment the Scots They rule like Kings who do but aske and haue They waste their countrey lauish out their goods Their houses burne their liues bereaue with sword But when our Quéene a full of mercie Queene Had knowledge of their treason full of baine She readie made within a little space A companie of braue and valiant men The Duke of Norfolke was their generall Who did remaine at famous Barwick towne And worthie Gray of Wilton noble Lord Lieutenant was He into Scotland went And with his power did on the French-men set Where worthy Gray did so their forces quaile As wearie soone they weare of handie blowes There did the French who so triumph'd before Like scatterd sheepe for feare runne fast away There might you sée great streames of French-mens blood And heapes of bodies which by vs were slaine There men lament for losse of faithfull friends And women houle who there were widowes made The children weepe to see their mothers sad And seruants grieue because the children crie These with their teares a running riuer make These with their sighes do fill the ayre with smoake These with their noyse do cause an Eccho sound And make the Earth to quake and shake therewith Our gracious Quéene who neuer thurst for blood When thus the French-men once had felt her force Did vse a meane which nearer was to Peace For why she sent Sir William Cicill Knight Her Maiesties chiefe Secretarie then But now by his desarts and worthie deedes Lord Treasorer of all this worthie land Accompanied with
slacke In trying meanes which might anoy her foes For presently a wondrous Stratageme Did then ensue by her in practise put For certaine Ships of our worst English-Ships By Lord Charles Haward worthy Generall Commanded were forth-with then set on fire Which driuen thence through a swift running streame Did fall among the Spanyards roding-Ships At which strange sight they so astonied were As they reioic'd that could the Cables cut Which fastned were vnto their Anchors cast This sudden maze which nothing setled wits Were chiefest cause of this their second baine For then each Ship on others cables foule And runne on rocks to their ensuing losse They hoist vp Sailes and as they thether came So hye they fast vnto the Northerne Seas These thus in flight are chased very sore By Generall of this our conquering Fleete Who Lion-like sufficed nere ynough With Honors lawd pursues his flying foes And Comberland a wondrous forward Earle But new imbarkt attayning to this flight Did shew himselfe and shewing made them feele His power not felt before of Spanyards What shall I say or what could that her Fleete Performe in better sorte then there was done Their Spanish foes with all that conquered Fleete Although they sayd that English-land was theirs And therefore when they first receiued word That then but thirtie little English Boates Could be descri'd cried oft Victoria Are sunke are drown'd are burnt with Englands fire And grounded lye before the French-townes Hauen The rest euen then remayning weakly fayle They know not whether guided by their Fate Now chased farre beyond this Islands bounds Our little Fleete our famous Generall Doth shame to follow them that will not fight And therefore turnes his course vnto his charge Still sayling with an happie Sotherne-winde Attaines vnto the same the Narrow Seas Where setting euery thing in needfull sort Left then the Fleete and hasted to the Court Of his thrise sacred Soueraigne our Queene Whose welcome thether was as his desarts And famous deedes performed had deseru'd OUr gracious Queene for this Gods mercie shew'd To her her land through conquest ouer them Who came to seeke her death and death of those Who stedfast are vnto his holie word Doth yeeld him thankes deuoutly on her knees And wills her Subiects throughout all her land To fast and pray for this his prouidence But Sixtus quintus Pope of whorish Rome Hath lost his Bulls and hath his Souldiers lost With credit crackt and all in eighty eight And well I wit what was the cause thereof Belike his Saints him-selfe and Cardinals With Friers Monks and Seminarie Priests Were all at Dice for Englands peoples goodes And quite forgot to fall to morning Masse Or otherwise they told their Beades so oft And said so many Mattins to their gods Their wodden gods as that they fell asléepe And so left off to perseuere in prayers Whereby their Saints at that time sléepie too Did like-wise nod and sued not to their gods Or lastly thus which likest is of all His Siluer scant where-by his Crosses few And holy-water niggardly bestowed Did scarsly blesse his Souldyers going forth For which hard dearth the God of heauen our God Did wash them all with-in his hallowed Seas Where plentie is of water like the Popes By which as by his goodnesse euer shewed To England where his little flocke remaines With alwayes losse vnto the haplesse Pope His holynesse with all deceiu'd by him Or instruments he to that end hath sent May now confesse with sore repenting heart That long ynough they all prouoked haue Our louing God to neuer ceasing ire But if his Father Belzebub that féend Hath bound the Pope so to his damned lore As that he cannot turne vnto the Lord Yet English-men Recusants ah I greeue To tearme ye so because my Countrey-men Despise his déedes his méere deceiptfull deedes And turne your hearts vnto your sacred Queene And with your Queene beloued of our God Turne to Gods word and shunne the diuelish Pope So God will ioy in this his little flocke And blesse this Land with still increasing store Where-as he now like to a naturall Sire Weeps ouer it as once he shedded teares When that he sawe Ierusalem he lou'd Which heauenly God with three-fold Nestors yeares Giuen to our Queene to Englands euer ioy Fullfill I pray with such conuenient speede As shall seeme good vnto thy holy will FINIS In the yeare 1558. began our gratious Soueraigne to raigne The true preaching of the Gospell vpholden by her Maiestie Paulus Quartus Pope of Rome 1560 This Popes Ambassage was to the King of Fraunce to this effect The Duke of Norfolke sent toward Scotland against the French The Lord Gray of Wilton fought a battell with the French in Scotland A peace concluded betweene the French-men and vs by the Lord high Treasorer thē chiefe Secretarie Pius quartus installed Pope 1561. The Counsell of Trent reuiued by this Pope this yere The Queene of Scots found in England The Duke of Norfolke perswaded by this Pope to rebell Pius quintus Pope 1569. Doctor Morton sent into the North parts of this Realme with a commission to the like effect Rebellion in the North. Pastral and Pliar with D. Storie Parry alias vp Harry was pardoned by the Queene condemned for a violent vprore against Hare Gregorie 13. Pope Rebellion in Ireland 1580. Edmond Campion and others Priests Francis Throgmorton and the Earle of Northumberland moued to rebellion Sommerfield moued to kill the Queene Don Iohn died which preuented the King of Spayne his purpose 1583. 1586. Babbington his companie perswaded by the Queene of Scots to rebellion Babbington with his company executed The Queene of Scots beheaded 1588 A clause of the Popes last Bull. The Lord high Admirall sent to Sea A Campe on top of Tilbery hill in Essex The names of the Officers of the field belonging to the Campe. A regiment of a thousand footemen of Dorset shire offered fiue hundred pounds that they might go forward to the Campe. An Essex-man a souldier able to keepe in pay three moneths 500. men The Queene came to the Campe. The order of the Queenes entertainement into the Campe. A thousand Horsse march behinde and before her Maiestie Two thousand footmen garded her person to her lodging A Battell set with two Battallians against her Maiestie came agayne to the Campe. The Queen◠leaueth her traine to go to see her battels Homage done to her Highnes by the Souldiers The Battell broke vp The Queene went out of the Campe. The Queene called her Seriant Maior vnto her and deliuered a message The effect of the Queenes speach Diuers troupes of horsse shewed by her Noble men at S. Iames her Pallace The Fleete of Spayne first descried by Captaine Flemming The pinnesse Disdaine went to call for the Queene of England Certaine of the Spanyards Ships sunke The fight renewed before the Ile of Wight Don Pedro taken prisoner Certaine of our Fleete Knighted English Ships set on fire by the Lord Charles Hawards commaundement The Lord high Admirall goeth to the Court. Sixtus Quintus now Pope of Rome