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A20853	The tragicall legend of Robert, Duke of Normandy, surnamed Short-thigh, eldest sonne to William Conqueror. VVith the legend of Matilda the chast, daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater, poysoned by King Iohn. And the legend of Piers Gaueston, the great Earle of Cornwall: and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second. By Michaell Drayton. The latter two, by him newly corrected and augmented	Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Matilda.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. Peirs Gaveston Earle of Cornwall.	1596 (1596)	STC 7232; ESTC S116748	75,207	228

THE Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandy surnamed Short-thigh eldest sonne to William Conqueror VVith the Legend of Matilda the chast daughter to the Lord Robert Fitzwater poysoned by King Iohn And the Legend of Piers Gaueston the great Earle of Cornwall and mighty fauorite of king Edward the second By Michaell Drayton The latter two by him newly corrected and augmented AT LONDON Printed by Ia. Roberts for N. L. and are to be solde at his shop at the West doore of Paules 1596. To the noble and excellent Lady Lucie Countesse of Bedford MOst noble Ladie I leaue my Poems as a monument of the Zeale I beare to your vertues though the greatest part of my labour be but the least part of my loue And if any thought of worth liue in mee that onely hath been nourished by your mild fauours and former graces to my vnworthy selfe and the admiration of your more then excellent parts shyning to the world What nature industry began your honour and bountie hath thus farre continued The light I haue is borrowed frō your beams which Enuie shall not eclipse so long as you shall fanourablie shine Vnder the stampe of your glorious Name my Poems shall passe for currant beeing not altogether vnworthy of so great a superscription I liue onely dedicated to your seruice and rest your Honors humblie deuoted Michaell Drayton To the vertuous Lady the Lady Anne Harrington wise to the Honorable Gentleman Sir Iohn Harrington Knight MAdam my words cannot expresse my mind My Zealers dutie to make knowne to you When your deserts all seuerally I find In this attempt of mee doe claime their due Your gratious kindnes Madam claimes my hart Your bountie bids my hand to make it knowne Of me your vertues each doe claime a part And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne What should commend your modestie your wit Is by your wit and modestie commended And standeth dumbe in most admiring it And where it should begin it there is ended And thus returne to your praise onely due And to your selfe say you are onely you Michaell Drayton To the Reader GEntlemen since my first publishing of these tragicall cōplaints of Piers Gaswton and Matilda it is not vnknowne to any which traffique with Poetry how by the sinister dealing of some vnskilfull Printer Prers Gawston hath been lately put sorth contrary to my will with as manie faults as there be lynes in the same beeing in deede at the suit no perfect Coppy but left vnformed and vndigested like a Beare vvhelpe before it is licke by the Dam. But now of late vnderstanding by the Stationers that they meant the thyrd time to bring it to the Presse for which purpose as it seemed they kept Matilda from printing onely because they meant to ioyne thē together in one little volume I haue taken some paine in them both to augment and polish them sith I see they must goe to the publique view of the world and with the old conceite of Apelles hearing the opinion of all that passed by amended so much as the latchet To these complaints written by mee two yeeres since I haue added this third of Robert Duke of Normandie A subiect in my poore opinion as worthy as any how soeuer I haue hanled it in the writing Thus submitting my labours to your discreet censure I end M. D. The Argument of Robert Duke of Normandie AFter the conquest of England by William Duke of Normandy his eldest son Robert surnamed Short-thigh much more then eyther of his bretheren William Rufus or Henry Bauclarke beloued of the Commons yet brought in disgrace with his Father by meanes of Lanfranck Byshop of Canterburie who greatlie affected the said William Rufus as a man rightlie of his owne disposition Robert beeing a man of a mightie spirit finding himselfe disgrac'd grown hatefull to his Father and the Crowne of England assured to his Brother whilst his Father maketh warrs in Fraunce hee with a troupe of resolute Germains inuadeth Normandie In the height of all these troubles William Conqueror dyeth leauing the kingdome of England to Rufus Whilst Robert prepareth to make warre vpon his brother by the pollicies of Lanfrancke and his accomplices they are friends Robert peaceably enioyeth Normandie and if he ouer-hued his brother William to succeed him in the kingdom of England Nowe the brute of the holy warrs called Robert to Palestine with Peter the Hermit and Godfrey of Bulloyne for which to pay his souldiours hee engageth Normandie to his youngest brother Henry for summes of money In his absence William dyeth Henrie vsurpeth the Crowne and Duke Robert returning from the warrs with great honor yet in his warrs at home most vnfortunate hee is taken by Henry in a battell in Normandy brought a captiue into England and imprisoned in Cardisse Castell in VVales where Henry as a Tyrant still searing his escape put out his eyes The Tragicall Legend of Robert Duke of Normandie 1 WHat time Sleeps Nurse the silent night begun To steale by minuts on the long-liu'd daies The furious Dog-star chasing of the Sun VVhose scorching breath ads flame vnto his raies At whose approch the angry Lyon braies The earth now warm'd in thys celestiall fire To coole her heate puts off her rich attire 2 The deawy-tressed Morning newly wake VVith goldē tinsell scarce had crown'd her browes Ryding in tryumph on the Ocean lake Embellishing the honny-fringed bowes Deepe mellancholly from my braine to rouze To Isis banck my Genius guides the way Amongst whose Reeds soft murmuring winds do play 3 Zephyre which courts faire Thames his gentle loue On whose smooth brest the swelling billows flow Which on a long the wanton tyde doth shoue And to keepe back he easilie doth blow Still meets her comming followes if shee goe Shee forcing waues to coole his hote embrace Hee fanning breath vpon her christall face 4 Still dallying in her osten-turning source She streaks a long the shores with her proud straine And here and there she wantons in her course And in her gate oft turneth back againe Smiling to looke vpon her siluer traine VVith pretty Anticks shee the faire soile greets Till Medoas streame from famous Kent shee meets 5 Thus careles wandring with this gliding streame VVhose fleeting told me of tymes flying howers Delighted thus as in a pleasing dreame Cropping small branches of the sweetest flowers And looking back on Londons stately towers So Troy thought I her stately head did beare Whose crazed ribs y e furrowing plough doth eyre 6 VVeary at length a VVillow tree I found VVhich on the brim of this great current stood VVhose roote was matted with the arrasd ground Deaw'd with the small drops of this surging flood Ordain'd it seem'd to sport her Nymphish brood Whose curled top enuy'd the heauens great eye Should view the stock shee was maintained by 7 The towring Larke which carrols to the Sun VVith trebling descant quauers in the ayre And on the riuers marmuring base