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A14779	Albions England Or historicall map of the same island: prosecuted from the liues, actes, and labors of Saturne, Iupiter, Hercules, and Æneas: originalles of the Brutons, and English-men, and occasion of the Brutons their first aryuall in Albion. Continuing the same historie vnto the tribute to the Romaines, entrie of the Saxones, inuasion by the Danes, and conquest by the Normaines. With historicall intermixtures, inuention, and varietie: proffitably, briefly, and pleasantly, performed in verse and prose by William Warner.; Albions England. Book 1-4	Warner, William, 1558?-1609.	1586 (1586)	STC 25079; ESTC S111586	85,079	130

it a second Empier ground And thirdly when their broodie Race that Isle did ouer-store Amongst the Islands Heb●edes they seeke out dwellings more These Irish sometime Spanish Scotts of whēce our now Scotts bée Within the Isles of Albion thus whil'st Brutaines disagrée Did seate themselues and nestle too amongst the Mountaine groundes What tyme a Scythian people Pichtes did seaze the middle bounds Twixt them and vs and these did proue to Brutaine double wounds The Penthland people and the Scottes alying friendly liue Untill the Pichtes by Brittish wyles contrary cause did giue Then from their Captaines fell the Scottes and chuse to them a King And Fergus out of Ireland did the Chaire of Marble bring In which instal'd the first Scotch King in Albion so he wrought That Pichtes Scottes then vp in Armes were to attonement brought Three valiant people thus at once in Albion Empier hold Brutes Scottes and Pichtes the latter twaine lesse ciuell but as bold The Pichtes were fearce and Scythian like much like the Irish now The Scottes were then couragious both nor them I disallow That wright they fead on humaine flesh for so it may be well Like of these men their bloudie mynds their natiue Stories tell But to our Brittish busines now to shewe what there befell Not how the tri-partited Rule vnto his quartarne Rayne Donwallo after fortie yeres did Monarchize againe Not what precedent Kings in Fraunce and Denmarke did obtaine Speake I. From Porrex fortie Kings in scilence shall remaine Saue only valiant Brennus and his brother Belyne thay Unpraised for their warres and workes shall not escape away CHAP. XVI THese Brothers thristing amplier Raynes did martially contend Till Brenn his force was not of force his brothers to defend To Norway sayles he where he got an Armie and a Prize The Prince of Norwaies Daughter whom he winneth in this wise The King of Denmarke stood with him vntill the States decréede That both should plead before their Prince and better Pleador spéede And when the Norgane Prince and Peeres were seated for their strife The King of Danes beginning first thus pleaded for a wife Not yet a King King Phillips Sonne w t none but Kings would cope His reason was inferiour strife of glorie giues no hope I am a King and graunt the Prize in question worthy me But grudge that my Compettitor a banisht man should be Doe graunt him what he hath for-gon and neuermore shall git Yet were he but a Demi-king to challenge me vnfit Dunwallos yonger Sonne that hath his Brother to his Foe And worthely his trecheries haue well deserued foe And yet audatious that he is he blusheth not to heare The troth of his vntroth nor yet an héere Repulse doth feare Would she for whom I must contend were not to me the same She is or he that stands with me a man of better fame But since in this vnequall Plea I must my selfe imbace Knowe Norwaies that my pleaded cause concernes your publique cace It is the King of Denmarke doth your Prince his daughter craue And note it is no little thing with vs Allie to haue By League or Leigure Danske can fence or front you friend or foe Our Neighborhood doth fit to both your wel-fare or your woe Combyne therefore in néedfull League our néere conioyned States I may your good nought lesse can he that thus with me debates He is a Bruton if Exile allowe we call him so And farre from ayding you that knowes himselfe not to bestoe Admit he were receiued home what Empier doth he sway A sorrie Islands Moyetie and farre from hence away Her Dowrie is your Diedeme what Ioynter can he make Not any giue not then to him from whom ye cannot take And Lady She for whom they stroue was present well I wot My loue doth claime a greater debt then so to be forgot I wish myne Opposite his want that Armes might giue the right It is not dread but doom'd sweete wench that thus with tongue I fight Proude Bruton frouning so on Brenn disclaime in her my dewe Els thou repyning shalt repent doe make thy choyse a newe At least amend thyne Error and myne Enuie shall haue end I néede not force so weake a Foe seeke thou so strong a frend Norwaies concent and Lady be no Conter-mande to this Discent not Brenn conclude her myne els my Conclusion is If not for worth by force perforce to winne her from you all Yea though our banisht Cops-mate could his Brittish Succours call The King of Danes concluded thus and after scylence shorte The Brutaine Heros vailed and did answer in this sorte Most gracious Norgane Péeres you heare the ouer-tearming taunts Of this Appelant that himselfe and Scepter ouer-vaunts It lesser gréeueth he should grudge that I with him co-riue Then this so parramptorie speach in youx dispight to wiue It gréeues in troth not for my selfe but for he beardeth you And seemes disdainfull of your ayde that doth so proudly owe. How captiously he derogates from me and myne estate And arrogates vnto himselfe to bring me so in hate How daintely his eyes endure so base and Obiects vewe How despretly doth he conclude and threatneth me and you Well barke he byte he bragges nor blowes shall dare me to defend A Challenge where so braue a Prize stands for the Wagers end Nor thinke vainglorious that thou art me lesser then a King Or greater then by suite or sworde to prize so rare a thing Upbrayd me not with banishment nor Belyns quarrell touch Nor yet my Petite Signorie nor more then troth by much These present Nobles knowe the cause for which I hether come Not as an Exile but for ayde and they assure me some Then knowe the cause is honest when their Honors giue supplyes As capable are they of troth as thou art apt for lyes My Brothers Kingdome seemes forsooth an Ouer-match to myne My Kingdome Cutlake therefore is an Under-match to thyne Nay giue and so I hope ye will the Prize to me and than Let Cutlake with his Crowne of Danske vn-crowne me if he can Then he disabling me to make a Ioynter happelie With Denmarke such a Ioynters want if wanting should supplie But neither haue I such a lacke nor hold I such a loue As that her Dowrie not in quest before her selfe doth moue He harpeth as himself would haue that maketh loue his Staile Els would he sewe in milder sorte and sewing feare to faile For Lady see your Louers Plea your loue sayth he is debt And if not words nor worthines then Armor shall you get Braue words and fit to feare not feede a courted Ladies vayne But say he cannot owe in print but Soldiour-like and playne Nor I in sooth more loues my heart then can my tongue explayne Conclude we therefore Soldiour-like and let a Combate yeeld Unto the hardier of vs twayne the honor of the feeld If not then if my Lords so please or she thereto agree Although thou should'st

by force of Armes subdew her hence to thee Yet from thy strongest Hold in Danske I would thy Conquest free Loe here my Gage he terr'd his Gloue thou know'st the Uictors meede So did he pause his Pledge vntoucht and then did thus proceede Then freat thy fill and worse thy worst deliuer Lords your willes Ye haue experience how this same with bragges not battell killes He threatneth onely I intreate he claimeth her of dewe I wish and hope for to deserue The Counsell then withdrewe themselues aparte and soone for Brenn a verdict did ensewe The Dane inraged fayled thence and rigged out a Fléete And did with Brenn resayling home at great aduantage méete Their Shippes did grapple and their swords did sunder life from lim So fought they as their Shippes did seeme in Seas of blood to swim But multitude oppressed Brenn he hardly did escape His Lady will be nill he left the King Denmarkes Rape Not meanely insolent the Danes hoyst vp their home-meant Sayles But after many crabbed Flawes and long contrarie Gayles The Kings and Norgane Ladies Shippe was tossed to the Coste Of Brutaine where imprisoned King Belyn was their Hoste Untill sufficient Pledges had that Denmarke it should pay Continuall Tribute to the Brutes he them dismist away Howbeit Brenn receiued now amongst the Gawles did threate For Norgane Lady him with-held his Brothers selfe and Seate For Tyme alaying Loue did add vnto domesticke hate He with the Cenouesean Gawles whose Prince his heire of late He had espoused did inuade the Empier of his Brother And almost did their Battelles ioyne when thus intreates their Mother I dare to name ye Sonnes because I am your Mother yet I doubt to tearme you Brothers that doe Brotherhood forget These Prodigeies their wrothfull Sheilds forbodden Foe to Foe Do ill beséeme allyed hands euen yours allyed foe O how seeme Oedipus his Sonnes in you againe to striue How séeme these Swords in me aye me Iocasta to reuyue I would Dunwallo liued or ear death had lofte agayne His Monarchie sufficing Fower but now to smale for Twayne Then either would you as did he imploy your wounds elswheare Or for the smalenes of your Power agrée at least for feare But pryde of ritch rome-some Throones that wingeth now your darts It will I would not as I feare worke sorrowe to your harts My Sonnes swéet Sonnes attende my words your Mothers words attend And for I am your Mother doe conclude I am your frend I cannot councell but intreate nor yet I can intreate But as a Woman and the same whose blood was once your meate Hence had yée Milk She baerd her Pappes these Armes did hug ye oft These fyled hands did wype did wrap did rock and lay yée soft These Lippes did kisse or Eyes did wéepe if that ye were vnqueat Then plye I did w t Song or Sighes w t Dance with Tonge or Teate For these kinde Causes deer my Sonnes disarme your selues if not Then for these bitter teares that now your Mothers Chéekes doe spot Oft vrge I Sonnes and Mothers Names Names not to be forgot Send hence these Soldiors yée my Sonnes none but ye would fight When none should rather be at one if Nature had her right What comfort Beline shall I speede swéet Brenn shall I preuaile Say yea swéet Youthes ah yea say yea or if I néedes must faile Say noe and then will I beginn your Battell with my baiel Then then some Stranger not my Sonnes shall close me in the Earth When we by Armor ouer-soone shall méet I feare in death This sayd with gushing teares eftsoones she plies the one and other Till both did shewe themselues at length Sonnes worthy such a Mother And with those hands those altred hands that lately threatned blooes They did imbrace becoming thus continuall frends of fooes Glad was the Quéene and Beline hild sole Empier more he had From Denmarke Tribute and to this a greater honor add His daughter Cambra wedded to the Almayne Prince gaue vaine Unto the Cimbrians holding Rome so long and warlike game Some if no Error giue to him for forren Conquests fame His Ualour Warre and Peace ●re-past now speake we of the Knight That this side and beyond the Alpes subdewed all by fight The stateliest Townes in Italie had Brenn their Buylder and Euen Rome the terror of the World did at his mercie stand The Senate giuing to the Earth eax-while both warre and peace Could not themselues their Cittie scarce their Cappitoll release THeir Gander Feast what Manlius and Camillus did therein How This the Cappitole That from Brenn his Spoyles did win I pretermit The thrée-topt Mount Parnassus had beloe Appollos Temple whether men for Oracles did goe This with the God and Goods the Gawles did put to sacke and spoyle And whil'st incamped here they kept such sacraligious coyle The God or rather Deuill whom th'Almightie did permit His Deitie prophaned to deceiue the world in it With Tempests Earth-quakes Stench Sights so cryde the Spolers quit That most did perrish fewe disparse and all were out of harte Yea Brenn himselfe discouraged did chaunge in euery parte He looking after and vpon the scattered and the slayne Did seeme a second Cadmus saue lesse patient of his payne And shaming to be seene to wéepe deuoured sightles teares And in these words his hartie gréefes did number to their Eares Swéete Soldiours leaue me to my selfe it likes me that ye leaue me More takes your tarriance from my health then can these plagues bereaue me Ech of these Masse of Courses dead hath bin a death to mee Deliuer then myne Eyes of you too many deathes I see Suruiue and tell the Westerne World what we exployted haue How that to Rome amidst her Roofe the Mayden Sacke we gaue Tell of our Battelles Booties and our Buyldings lastly tell An honor to our Ouerthrowe that we at Delphos fell By wounds deuine no humaine Armes But God who so thou be Lesse is thy courage then thy meanes els would'st thou cope with me As Pluto with Alcides did and Mars sometymes with men Doe me like honor and these Graues shall lightly gréeue me then But thou full little darest so Nay I doe dare to much That with my so vnhallowed tongue thy Deitie dare touch Ah see these Slaughters and reserue aliue this small Remayne Let last me and only me eeke to the number slayne But bootlesse to a ruthles God I see my prayers spent As haughtelie doest thou reuenge as humbly I repent Well God of Delphos since our teares this Incence nor these Graues Appease thyne yre parsist to plague this flesh that henceforth craues No pittie to the Hebrewe God of power excéeding thyne Men say appeale I and bequeath the Soules of me and myne Accept my simple Legacie O Godhood most deuyne Sayd Brenn. And with a selfe-wrought wound did perrish and his men Departing wonne and left the name to Gallo-Grecia then The rightuous Gorboman might add fresh Subiect

rebated from their losse For Cadwane and Cadwallyne and Cadwallader the last But not the least for valarous of Brittish Princes past Brought out of Wales such knightly Warres as made their foes agast The Plague worse spoyler then y e Warres left Cambre almost waste Which to auoyde the remnant Brutes into their Shippes did haste Cadwallader in leauing thus his natiue Shore he fixt His eyes from whence his bodie should and with his sighes he mixt His royall teares which giuing place he speaketh thus betwixt Swéete Brutaine for I yet must vse that sweete and ceasing name Adewe thy King bids thee adewe whose flight no weapons frame But God cōmaunds his Wroth cōmaunds all counter-maund is vaine Els for thy loue to dye in thée were life to thy Remaine Thus tymes haue turnes thus Fortune still is flying to and fro What was not is what is shall cease some come and others goe So Brutaine thou of Nation and of name endewrest chaunge Now balking vs whom thou hast bread and brooking people straunge Yet if I shoote not past myne aime a world of tyme from me Parte of our blood in highest pompe shall Englands glorie be And chiefly when vnto a First succeedes a second She. But leauing spéeches ominous Cadwallader is woe That seeing death determines griefe he dyes not on his foe Ah Fortune faileth mightie Ones and meaner doth aduaunce The mightest Empier Rome hath chaunge then Brutaine brooke thy chaunce Let it suffice thou wert before and after Rome in fame And to indure what God intends were sinne to coumpt a shame Nor vaunt ye Saxons of our flight but if ye néedes will vaunt Then vaunt of this that God displac'd whom you could neuer daunt This said y e teares contrould his tongue sayles wrought land frō sight When saue a Remnant small the Isle was rid of Brutons quight THE FOVRTH BOOKE OF ALBIONS ENGLAND CHAP. XX. THE Brutons thus departed hence Seauen Kingdomes here begonne Where diuersly in diuers broyles the Saxons lost and wonne King Edell and King Adelbright in Diria ioyntly rayne In loyall concorde during life these Kingly friends remayne When Adelbright should leaue his life to Edell thus he saies By those same bonds of happie loue that held vs friends alwaies By our by-parted Crowne of which the Moyetie is myne By God to whom my Soule must passe and so in tyme may thyne I pray thée nay I Coniure thée to nourish as thyne owne Thy Néece my Daughter Argentile till she to age be growne And then as thou receiuest it resigne to her my Throne A promise had for this Bequest the Testator he dyes But all that Edell vndertooke he afterward denyes Yet well he fosters for a tyme the Damsell that was growne The fayrest Lady vnder heauen whose beautie being knowne A many Princes seeke her loue but none might her obtaine For grippell Edell to himselfe her Kingdome sought to gaine And for that cause from sight of such he did his Ward restraine By chaunce one Curan sonne vnto a Prince in Danske did sée The Mayde with whom he fell in loue as much as one might bée Unhappie Youth what should he doe his Sainct was kept in Mewe Nor he nor any Noble-man admitted to her vewe One while in Malancholy fits he pynes himselfe away Anon he thought by force of Armes to winne her if he may And still against the Kings restraint did secretly inuay At length the high Controller Loue whom none may disobay Imbased him from Lordlynes vnto a Kitchin Drudge That so at least of life or death she might become his Iudge Accesse so had to see and speake he did his loue bewray And telles his bearth her aunswer was she husbandles would stay Meane while the King did beate his braines his bootie to achiue Not caring what became of her so he by her might thriue At last his resolution was some Pessant should her wiue And which was working to his wish he did obserue with ioye How Curan whom he thought a Drudge scapt many an amorous toy● The King perceiuing such his vayne promotes his Uassall still Least that the bacenesse of the man should let perhaps his will Assured therefore of his loue but not suspecting who The Louer was the King himselfe in his behalfe did owe. The Lady resolute from loue vnkindly takes that hée Should barre the Noble and vnto so base a Match agrée And therefore shifting out of doores departed thence by stealth Preferring pouertie before a daungerous life in wealth When Curan heard of her escape the anguish in his harte Was more then much and after her from Court he did departe Forgetfull of himselfe his bearth his Countrie friends and all And onely mynding whom he mist the Foundresse of his thrall Nor meanes he after to frequent or Court or stately Townes But sollitarilie to liue amongst the Countrie grownes A brace of yeres he liued thus well pleased so to liue And Shepheard-like to féede a Flocke himselfe did wholly giue So wasting loue by worke and want grewe almost to the Waene But then began a second Loue the worser of the twaene A Coūtrie wēch a Neatheards Mayd where Curan kept his Shéepe Did féede her Droue and now on her was all the Shepheards kéepe He borrowed on the working daies his holly Russets oft And of the Bacons fat to make his Startups blacke and soft And least his Tarbox should offend he left it at the Folde Swéete Growte or Whigge his Bottle had as much as it might holde A Shéeue of bread as browne as Nut and Chéese as white as Snowe And Wyldings or the Seasons fruite he did in Skrippe bestowe And whil'st his py-bald Curre did sléepe and Shéep-hooke lay him by On hollowe Quilles of oten Strawe he pyped melodie But when he spyed her his Sainct he wipte his greasie Shooes And clear'd the driuell from his beard and thus the Shepheard owes I haue swéete Wench a péece of Chéese as good as tooth may chawe And bread and Wyldings souling well and therewithall did drawe His Lardrie and in eating see you Crumpled Ewe quoth hée Did twinne this fall and twinne should'st thou if I might tupp with thée Thou art to eluish faith thou art to eluish and to coye Am I I pray thée beggerlie that such a Flocke enioye I wis I am not yet that thou doest hold me in disdaine Is brimme abroade and made a gibe to all that kéepe this Plaine There be as quaint at least that thinke themselues as quaint that craue The Match which thou I wot not why mayst but mislik'st to haue How wouldst thou match for well I wot thou art a female I I knowe not her that willingly with Mayden-head would dye The Plowmans labour hath no end and he a Churle will proue The Craftsman hath more worke in hand then fitteth vnto loue The Marchant traffaquing abroade suspects his wife at home A Youth will play the Wanton and an old-man proue a Mome Then choose a Shepheard