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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

a lingring war That Arms might cease while mischiefe might increase To bring death neere by sending safety far In making that which made all quite might mar Treason crept in by this adulterate kay Into the closset where his counsailes lay 76 Thus made a friend to rob him of his friend The meanes a foe might weaken so his foe To frame this strange beginning to his end The well-cast plot or vtter ouerthrowe In this faire vizard masking in this showe That since hate thus in wearing would not proue He brings him now in habite of his loue 77 Thus reconcil'd by me one to the other Ioyn'd in this poore deuided vnion These brothers now make war vpon their brother As loth from them he should goe free alone To shape his mischiefe truly by their owne To drawe on griefe and vrge it to be more Because it came not fast enough before 78 This by fore-sight still wisely prouident To spur them on beyond degrees of ill To make their furie far more violent And ground their ruine on their peeuish will That mischiefe should be getting mischiefe still That iniurie so far should pitty chase As reconcilement neuer should take place 79 And here to shew my power on thee poore Fame I made thee now my greatest instrument That in the furie of this raging flame Euen in the height of Henryes discontent To Roberts eares the brute of war I sent Of Palaestine that leauing all with them He might away to great Ierusalem 80 With that sweet fume of honors shortest breath Feeding the humor which possest his hart VVhen now drew on the time of Williams death That in this fatall hower he should depart Herein to shew my very depth of Art That Henry now in England left alone Might seate himselfe in Roberts rightfull throne 81 The warlick Musique of these clattring Armes Doth stop his eares like a tempestious wind That now he finds no presage of his harmes Beyond all course so lifted is his mind Declaring well the greatnes of his kind Mounted so high within the spacious ayre As out of sight of ground he dreads no snare 82 His Father dy'd when first his cares tooke breath His Brother dyes now when his woes should die His sorrowes thus are strangely borne in death All-ending death brings forth his miserie Such is my power in humaine destenie That where an vtter ruine I pretend Destruction doth begin where hate should end 83 Thus laid the complot in the course of all I make his safetie vnto him more deare Seated from whence he neuer thought to fall Assur'd of good if any good there were That now each thought a Scepter seems to beare VVhich such a hold in his great spirit doth winne As after made his error prooue his sinne 84 VVith grace young Henry to his throne I bring Making great friends of mighty enemies She wing my power in this new raigning King As by my hand inuisibly to rise Decking his crowne with worldly dignities Forging his tongue with such a sacred fire As could perswade what ere he would desire 85 In Palaestine with Robert Fame doth rest In England with young Beauclark Fortune bides These mightie Ladies of these Lords possest Thus each of these with each of these deuides Thus weare we factious then on either sides Fame sor braue Short-thigh purchasing renowne Fortune for Beauclark for the English crowne 86 Thou wooest I win thou suest and I obtaine What I possesse that onely thou dost craue Thou layest out to gaine but what I gaine Thou dost desire I in possession haue Thou hordst I spend I lauish thou dost saue Thou scarsely art yet that thou art to mee Thou wouldst I can thou seruile I am free 87 Robert growne weake Henry recouered strength What quencht the Normans glory sir'd his will Robert is fallen Henry got vp at length Robert no guide Henry is steerd with skill Grounding his good on lucklesse Roberts ill Their mutuall courage and vnmooued hate Tels Henryes rise decline of Roberts state 88 From perrils safe no place at home he sees Abroad he wins at home he still doth lose At home wasted with ciuill enemies VVhilst he abroad is conquering forraine foes Wasting at home more then abroad he growes At home his daunger vnto many knowne Yet he abroad is carelesse of his owne 89 Now bring I Robert from these glorious wars Triumphing in the conquered Pagans flight From forraine broiles to toile in home-nurst iars From getting others Lands for's owne to fight Forced by wrong by sword to claime his right And with that sword in Panyms blood imbrude To saue himselfe by his own friends pursude 90 Thus he's inrich'd with that he cannot see With few vaine titles swelling in his name And all his substance but meere shadowes be VVhilst he strange castles in the aire doth frame Lo such a mighty Monarchesse is Fame That what she giues so easie is to beare As of those gifts none robbing need to feare 91 This whets his spleene but doth his strength abate Much care for coyne makes care for kingdoms lesse His feeblenes must hold vp Henries state These beare vp him which Roberts hopes suppresse Whose brothers comfort is in his distresse This is the meane he vndertooke to try VVith Roberts blood his safety first to buy 92 VVith kind intreaty he doth first begin Not fullie yet establisht as he would By this aduantage to get further in Till he had got a sure and faster hold Baiting vnseene deceit with sums of gold By yearely tribute from his crowne to rise To stop the mouth of passed iniuries 93 This peace to which the mutenie must yield And English tribute paid to Normandy VVhat Robert thinks his safegard's Henries shield And Roberts selfe doth Robert iniurie This tribute wrongs his true Nobilitie And frō this source from whence their peace shold spring Proceeds the cause of Roberts ruining 94 These summs the sinewes of Duke Roberts war Like howerly tides his flowing current sed And to his fier the liuely fuell are His will the streame and this the Fountaine head Hauing his humor fitlie cherished Deceiptfull Henry reobtaines at length Vnto his Arme adding Duke Roberts strength 95 This want his haughtie courage soone doth find Cutting the quils of his high flying wings That now he must commit him to the wind Driuen which way the furious tempest flings Powerlesse of that which giueth power to Kings VVhich desperate griefe his mind enrageth so As makes him past all reason in his woe 96 Honor gaue entertainment to beliefe Vnder which collour treason in was brought Which slew his strength before he selt the griese Pure innocence seldom suspecteth ought No base affection maister of his thought Nor maiestie inward deceit had learn'd More then to shew her outward eyes discern'd 97 Miserie seem'd nothing yet to him vnknowne Not knowing euill euill could not flie Not sauouring sorrow hauing tasted none To find lurking deceit he look'd too hie To honest minds Fraud doth the

Till Grace diuine from highest heaven came Now must I loose the prize or win the Crown Till Vertue currant lastly way'd me down 65 The time is come I must receiue my tryall His protestations subtilly accuse me My Chastitie sticks still to her deniall His promises false witnes do abuse me My Conscience cald yet cleerly doth excuse me And those pure thoughts enshrined in my brest By verdict quit me being on the Quest. 66 And Wisedom now fore-warned me of treason That in the Court I liu'd a Lyons pray My tender youth in this contagious season Still fear'd infection following day by day My Barck vnsafe on this tempestious Sea My Chastity in danger euery hower No succour neer to shroud me from the shower 67 VVhat should I say nay what should saying do Could wit say more then euer wit hath said My hopes say yes but Fortune still sayes no And thus my state is by the starres betrai'd Such waight the heauens vpon my birth haue laid Yet Vertue neuer her own Vertue looseth Thogh gainst her course y e that heauē it selfe opposeth 68 VVith Resolution hap what might be-tide I leaue the Court the Spring of all my woe That Court which gloried in my Beauties pride That Beauty which my Fortune made my foe To Baynards-Castell secretly I goe VVhere with his trayne my noble Father lay VVhose gracious counsell was my onely stay 69 There might my thoughts keepe holy-day a while And sing a farewell to my sorrowes past With all delights I might the time beguile Attayn'd my wished libertie at last No fearfull vision made me now agast But like a Bird escapt her Keepers charge Glides throgh y e aire with wings display'd at large 70 And hoping health thus cured of these qualmes My hart in this fayre harbour rides at ease The tempest past expecting quiet calmes My Shyp thus floting on these blisfull Seas A sudden storme my Ankor-hold doth raise And from the shore doth hoyse me to the maine Where I pore soule my shipwrack must sustaine 71 And loe the Autumne of my ioyes approach Whilst yet my spring began so faire to flourish Black way-ward Winter sets her storms abroch And kils the sap which all my hopes did nourish Fortune once kind grows crabbed now currish In my straight path she layes a mighty beame And in my course she thwarths me with y e streame 72 The King who saw his loue vnkindly crost And by effect the cause had fully found Since he the haruest of his hope had lost Now on the reuenge his deepest thoughts doth ground Desperate to kill receiuing his deaths wound In reasons bonds striues but in vaine to hold Head-strong desire too proud to be controld 73 Like the braue Courser strugling with the raines His foming mouth controld with Canons check With losty bounds his skilfull Ryder straines Scorning to yeeld his stately crested neck Nor of the bloody pearcing spurres doth reck The King now warmed in this glorious fire Thus roughly plungeth in his vaine desire 74 Mischiefe is light and mounteth ouer-head Rage is of fire which naturally ascends Rashnes of feathers counsell trapd with lead And where the one begins the other ends This all extends the other all intends His will too free to force him vnto ill His wit too slow to countercheck his will 75 Hence-forth deuising to disperse the Cloude Which euer hung betwixt him and the light His loue not currant nor to be allow'd Whilst thus my Father held me in his sight Some-thing amisle his Watch went neuer right Of force he must this Sentinell remoue If he in time would hope to win my loue 76 In going on goe back forward retire Flie that which followes follow but to flie Keepe thee far off now thou approchest nier Stoop to the ground whē mischiefe mounts on hie Fore-sight far off doth daunger soon espie Ah loue if wounded once with thine own Dart Thou hate hate loue transformd by your own art 77 Ten thousand mischiefes now he sets abroch Treasons inuasions ciuill mutinie Black ignominie slaunderous reproch Rebellion out-rage vile conspiracie Opening the intralls of all villanie Causing this Lord thereof to be accused By Traytors such as he with gyfts abused 78 Foule Enuie thou the partiall Iudge of right Sonne of Deceit borne of that harlot Hate Nursed in hell a vile and vglie sprite Feeding on Slaunder cherrish'd with Debate Neuer contented with thine owne estate Deeming alike the wicked and the good Whose words be gal whose actions end in blood 79 His seruice done to this vngratefull King His worth his valure his gentilitie VVhat good so euer might from vertue spring Or could proceede from true Nobilitie All buried now in darke obscuritie His vertuous life in doubtfull question brought Which euer-more for fame and honor sought 80 Thou hatefull Monster base Ingratitude Soules mortall poyson deadly-killing wound Deceitfull Serpent seeking to delude Black lothsome ditch where all desert is drownd Vile Pestilence which all things doost confound At first created to none other end But to grieue those whō nothing could offend 81 Such as too well perceiu'd the Kings intent In whom remayn'd yet anie sparke of grace Pyttying a poore distressed innocent Their safetie still depending on my case These in my wrongs participate a place These bound in friendship alied in blood Fast to my Father in the quarrel stood 82 But as a Lyon in the wilds of Thrace VVith darts and arrowes gauled at the bay Kills man and beast incountring in the chase And downe on heaps the fearfull Heards doth lay His armed pawes each where doth make his way Thus by his power the King doth now surprise Such as in Arms resist his tyrannies 83 Oh strange strange loue yet stop thy head-strong course Ere y t be quite transported into hate Too violent thus spurr'st thou on thy force To come vnto thy fearfull ruin'd date Let not thy frailtie yet fore-tell thy fate That loue with loue should fall to ciuill warrs VVisdom a star which rules the angriest starrs 84 And giuen ouer to his vile desire The spectacle of lothsome sinne and shame Our strong-built Castles now hee sets on fire And like proude Nero warms him by the flame VVasting themselues augmenting his defame VVhich like bright Beacons blaze in euery eye VVarning all others of his tyrannie 85 Our friends followers thus are beaten downe VVhom every slaue and pesant dare reuile And all reputed Traytors to the Crowne Imprisoned some some forc'd into exile Yet worst of all remedilesse the while My Father sent a banish'd man to Fraunce And here perforce must leaue me to my chaunce 86 Be mercifull sweet Death and come not thus In Banishments black shape so full of feare In thine owne likenes gently comfort vs As when to wretched men thou doost appeare Looke not vpon vs with sad moody cheore Thou art not pale grim fearfull gaftly dull But amorous young milde louely beautifull 87 Thou goest to griefe and I