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A48783	The legend of Captaine Jones relating his adventure to sea, his first landing, and strange combat with a mighty beare : his furious battell with his six and thirty men, against the army of eleven kings, with their overthtow [sic] and deaths, his relieving of Kemper Castle, his strange and admirable sea-fight with six huge gallies of Spain, and nine thousand soldiers, his taking prisoner and hard usage : lastly, his setting at liberty by the Kings command, and returne for England.	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.	1656 (1656)	Wing L2631; ESTC R22326	41,199	102

so far He is resolv'd to wave the chance of war Himselfe and house he yeelds unto the Queen And her cold mercy which too soon was seen This is the last great act I can relate Of his good service for the Queen and State Rewards fit for his worth there were prepar'd Which his high spirit past by without regard And his great Queen was seriously bent To put him in some place of government But Nature onely taught the man to fight And his rude Mother not to read and write Which was the chiefest cause that made him hate To be imploy'd in mysteries of State Besides he was not pleased that her Grace Cut off this Noble man before his face Whom he brought in it may be his owne lot With axe or cord for nought to goe to pot Thus ignorance a discontented mind And worth ill weigh'd doe make him fall behind Occasions lock which lost he never more Though bred and breath'd on hills shall get before Now time and bruises and much losse of blood Had made Iones feel cold age was not so good As fiery youth he needs must find a fail Of what he was declin'd from top to tail Which made him wish he might put up his rest And breath his last in his own Countries brest And for this cause he went unto her Grace And begg'd of her a Muster-masters place In Wales neere his first home where he may spend His later dayes in peace and in it end And yet to leave behind his martiall art To Wale's posterity before he part This sute with speed and readinesse is granted And so to Wales our Muster-master's janted Here many years he spent in telling more Or lesse of those strange things he did before At last in his old age he growes so wilde He needs must marry to beget a childe Which though he mist the mastery he must have Ore every sex Iones sent her to her grave Devotion now with his old age increast He meditates thrice every day at least His only prayer was the Absolution In our old Liturgy with some confusion Of short ejaculations in his bed For some old slips and for the bloud he shed Especially for those six Kings he kild Without remorce at the Juzippian field At last death comes whose power he defi'd From first to last and thus he liv'd and di'd Now you wild blads that make loose Innes your stage To vapour forth the acts of this sad age Your Edghil fight the Newberies and the West And Northern clashes where you still fought best Your strange escapes your dangers voyd of feare When bullets flew between the head and eare Your pia maters rent perisht your guts Yet live as then ye had been but earthen buts Whether you fought by Dam me or the Spirit To you I speake still waving men of merit Be modest in your tales if you exceed My Captain 's hard atchivements I 'le proceed Once more to imp my rurall muses wings And turne my lyre so high I 'le break her strings But I will reach ye and thence raise such laughter As shall continue for sive ages after The Captaines Elegie ANd art thou gone brave man bath conqering death Put a full period to thy blustering breath Thus hath she plaid her master-piece and here Fixt her nil supra on thy sable beere Scap'st thou those hideous storms those horrid sights With many Giants cruel beasts fierce Knights Such dangerous stratagems such foes intrapping And now hath death don't sure she took thee napping For hadst thou been awake to use thy sword She would have shun'd thee and have ta'ne thy word For thy apparence till the last return Of her long term Or did thy mettle burn Through thy chapt clay unto Elysiums shades T' incounter with the ghosts of those old blades Great Caesar Scipio Annibal 'cause here Thy fiery spirit could not finde its peer How couldst thou else finde time to fold thy armes In thy still grave now Mars raines bloudy stormes On Christian earth great Austria would be ours Without pitcht field without beleaguering towrs Wert thou but here thy sword would strike the stroke To breake or bring their necks to Britaines yoke Perhaps it was the providence of Fate To snatch thee up lest thou shouldest come too late Now souldiers drop pel mel whose soules might thrust Thine from the chiefest place which thou from first Hast gain'd on earth now what shall England doe Limp like some grandame that hath lost her shooe Put case a new Tyrone again should spring From his old urne no some such furious thing As fierce Mac-kil-cow where were then our Jones To bring these Rebels on their marrow bones Or say 'gainst Spaine our pikes we re-advance For their old Sack as such a thing may chance Where shall we then finde out that Martiall man That kild six thousand with nine score hee 's gone And we that lick the dish that Homer lapt in What fury now shall our dull braines be rapt in We must goe sing Sr. Lanchelot and rehearse Old Huan's villanous prose in Wilder verse Or else put up our pipes and all at once Crie farewell wit all 's gone with Captaine Jones Well goe thy wayes old blade th' hast done thy share For things beyond beliefe time never feare Will give thee being here th' hast left us stuffe To build thy Pyramid more then enough To equall Cayre's and happily t wil out last it So with thy glorious deeds we may rough cast it Farewell great soule and take this praise with many Except thy foes thou nere did st harme to any And thus farre let our Muse thy losse deplore Well she may sigh but she shall nere sing more His EPITAPH T Read softly mortalls ore the bones Of the worlds wonder Captaine Jones Who told his glorious deeds to many But never was believ'd of any Posterity let this suffice He swore all 's true yet here he lyes FINIS The Invocation His birth place His stout behaviour in a storm at sea The name of his ship His landing * His encounter with a Beare * The name of his sword He joynes himself to the 36. soldiers His taking of fish with his halberts point Captain Jones encounters with the great Giant Asdriasdust His cration to his 25. souldiers before their fight with the 2000. sent against him by the 11 American Kings His courage in fight 5. Kings 120● soldiers slain Strange herrings What became of the rich prizes He his men come for England His raising of the ●●●ege of Kemper Castle He is made Vice Gen. under G. of Cūberland fought against the Spanish Fleet. * This sword he won from the great and fearefull G 〈…〉 Nereapeny His g 〈…〉 de 〈…〉 him from self-murder How be was used being taken captive He is presented to the Spanish King He is cast in prison He disputed there with a Jesuit about Purgatory Order ●ken in Eng land for 〈◊〉 ransome The point of his ransome debated in ●p A touch of some other deeds of chivalry by him performed 24. Spanish commanders given in ex change for him Sir Topas rime in Chaucer * Alway portending stormes when they are seen to play The Dolphin is alwayes observ'd to be a lover of man The eldest son of the King of France alwaies stiled the Dolphin Nebuch●nizzar † The saw in W 〈…〉 Lowsie The Prince of sonth-Sonth-Wales Who was slain neare Bealt a town in Brecknockshire * Robert Earle of Essex * A little village by Milford * An old Welch Prophet who foretold the landing of Henry the seventh there Scaevola against Porsenna in Livie Lup●ntbropos Witches that take shipes of Wolves upon them in Ireland A Towne and Fort in the County of Cardigan Read purchas in his relations of Aethiopia touching this Mount The Apple which three goddesses Juno Pallas and Venus contended for which was given by Paris to Venus whereupon followed the destruction of Troy A great epicure and Emperor of Rome * painted cloths in Inns and victualling houses Read Gurtius touching these * A private Span●sh Commander that took this great King of Mexico with a handfull of men Read the Commentaries de bello Africno * Read Curtius touching that Elephant of Porus who often remounted his master with his trunk in that battell between him and Alexander

as white as snow This he accepts and so to Sea does goe Where under saile such welcome he receives As one dire foe unto another gives With calmes and stormes winds all crosse that bear The ship quite off the course that she would steer Long time thus spent into a Bay he drives And at a Port unknown at last arrives Where he beholds a glorious Castle built High on a cliffe whose walls pure gold or guilt To him appear'd Which object caus'd him land To know who did this Princely seat command He 's told it is the Queen of No-lands place The onle relict of her royall race A Maiden Queen that here doth keep her Court Where many Kings and Princes of high port Make their addresse and lose themselves in love To purchase hers for not a man can move Her heart to wed though nere so great his state Or form exact such was the will of Fate Here as he lands a large Cannow was sent To know from whence he was and whither bent In this a Dutch man came by happy Fate Who could his Language to the Queen translate This man he tels as briefly as he can His voyage from his Queen to Prester John How by crosse winds in his return he 's blow'n And forc'd into this port to him unknown Jones is resolv'd to see and to be seen Of this great Princesse that our virgin Queen Might know when he returns what form what port This royall virgin carried in her Court. Thus like an errant Knight all arm'd compleat He marcheth boldly to her Palace gate All massie polish'd brasse at his first ward Six milk-white Panthers fierce were chain'd for guard Thence through a large great specious Court he past And so ascends twelve ivory steps at last With ebon columnes unto which were tide Twelve sharp kept Lions who all yawned wide When strangers doe approach Jones through them all Is safely guarded to a goodly Hall From thence ascends to roomes of greater state And comes at last where this Princesse royall sate Upon a strange rich bed not stuff d with down But closely wrought and like a bladder blow'n Three Aethiops on each side to fanne the air With Ostridge plumes perfum'd as rich as faire Her beauty could not boast of white and red But jet like black about her crisp curl'd head And cheeks there hang rich flaming stones and pearls That past Mark Anthony's Egyptian girls In briefe if Tuscan liv'd to limne the night Sparkling with starres this were her picture right No sooner to her sight doth Jones appear Then to her heart his piercing eyes shot fire Which Cupid blowes and rais'd into a flame That warmes her zeale to invocate his name No part of Iones but in her eye exceeds All humane shape some god he must be needs But when at here request he doth relate The chances of his past and present state Never was eare with Orpheus harp possest As hers with Iones whil'st he his life exprest Those that have warm'd themselves by these strong fires May eas'ly guesse what fruits her wild desires Produc'd to Iones The observance of the Court With feasts and banquets and all Princely sport Are at his foot he cannot name nor wish That meat he likes but straight 't is in his dish In this high state some months he takes his ease Whil'st this sick Princesse feeds on her disease At last a sharp alarm damps these desires Which threatned death but could not quench her fires A Prince there was mighty in bulk and mind Whose Kingdoms confines unto No-land joyn'd Descended in his race from Og of Basan You 'd think his very name might well amaze one Bahader Cham Mombaza's King h 'had been A long hot suter to this mighty Queen But still repuls'd now this unruly fire Supprest with scorn breaks forth from love to ire A mighty hoast he rays'd and marcheth through The heart of No-land to command not wooe Approaching neer her Court he sends her word She must be his owne Queen at bed and board Or see her Kingdome burn in higher flames Then his for her yet for his spirit shames To warre with women if she can find out One man in all her Realm that is so stout In her defence with him his sword to try Hee 'l bravely win her or hee 'l bravely dye Her Courtiers quail'd at this who knew his force Could not be parallel'd by man nor horse Nor could it chuse but make the Queen look black Not pale Th'interpreter at Iones his back Rounds in his eare this proud imperious speech Had she been thence h 'had bid him kisse his breech For this proud message up howere he starts And this loud answer with his mouth he farts Goe tell Bahader Cham Mombaza's King One Mars begot in 's wrath will have a fling With him ere night that one who at one breath Don Dego and Gonzago did to death Will looke him dead nor will I only be This Princesse champion but thy Cham to see I 'le walke through beds of Scorpions for I hear He dares enough and I can brooke no peer This high reply nere mov'd the haughty Cham Let Iones be what he will hee 's still the same The day 's his owne before the fight 's begun Were Mars himself in stead of Mars his son A back and brest and helmet strong he dond Well wrought and varnish'd by some Indian hand A whale-bone bow he takes of speciall strength With arrowes barb'd at least two yards in length A crooked Scimiter whose edge was flint Queintly conjoyn'd and some tough speel was in 't To make it proof against the strength of steel Oft had this sword made head-strong Giants reel By his right side a massie Mace he hangs With which his sturdy foes to death he bangs A buckler like a Spanish ruffe he wore About his neck full halfe yard deep or more He wore not this for his defence or grace But to keep off his urine from his face For you must know that member was still mounted The bravest womans man on earth accounted And thus prepar'd this lusty Termagant Ascends his Castle on his Elephant And then advanceth to a spacious Green Before the Castle of this maiden Queen A brave Arabian courser is prepar'd For Jones his owne true armes he dons for guard Llwellins sword to doe and so descends Down to the Green where the fierce Cham attends Iones was to seek what kinde of fight were best To make against this Giant and his beast Both farre exceed in strength himselfe and horse And therefore art must now be joyn'd with force No brest to brest a nimble charge and gon His ready steed as soon comes off as on Had not the well try'd armes he wore prov'd true The Chams smart whale-bone bow had made him rue This bold attempt but what can whales weake bones VVhen whales themselves came short to swallow Iones Thus thrice he charg'd and thrice he came off cleer At last