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A48786	The legend of Captain Iones continued from his first part to his end wherein is delivered his incredible adventures and atchievements by sea and land : particularly, his miraculous deliverance from a wrack at sea by the support of a dolphin, his severall desperate duels, his combate with Bahader Cham, a gyant of the race of Og, his loves, his deep imployments and happy successe in businesse of state : all which and more is but the tithe of his owne relation, which he continued untill he grew speechlesse, and died.	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.	1648 (1648)	Wing L2635; ESTC R204922	24,318	48

with him the golden fleece Which Iones contemn'd to doe and thought himselfe When safe return'd his countries Mine of welth No certain ground I have here to relate This great deserted Queens unhappy fate But Sr. John Mandivils who doth deliver As Iones reports he came soon after thither And found the peoples outside all in black A sad expression for their Princesse wrack Who told him lately there arriv'd a man All white who for them wondrous things had done Redeem'd their Queen and kingdome from the shame Of rape and rapine which Bahader Cham Came there to act and was in open field By this white man in single combate kild Their Queen enamor'd with this matchlesse man Refus'd and left by him when nothing can Quench her wild fires but Carthage Queens hard fate Whilst on the Cliffe with pensive thoughts she sate A sudden spring she gave and so commends Her selfe to sea where life and love she ends No more of this sad stuffe let 's all at once Joyne in a joyfull welcome home to Iones In six moneths saile he steers by Goodwin sands Casts anker at the Downes the next day lands Hasts to the Queen at London there expresses Every particular of his addresses To Prester John the great affaires successe As she desir'd Lastly in his progresse He might have married the great Queen of No-land But this the Queen gave credit to at no hand 'Till 't was confirm'd by Sr John Mandevill Whose strange reports they may beleeve that will Now let us well observe the happy Fate Which still provided for the Queen and State Iones had not rested fully three dayes here But out there breaks a great and fearfull fire Of strong rebellion and to quench it none 's So fit in common sense as Captain Iones Brave Essex through affronts turn'd male-content Hatches in 's brest a desperate intent To seise the Person of the Queen and those He found most neer about her his strong foes Her Grace and Councell call for Iones to know What in his judgement now were best to doe Who first her gratious pardon doth beseech And then delivers this short pithy speech First guard the Court with Westminsters strong bands Call in the neighbouring Counties by commands Out with your houshold men shut up your gates Wee 'l make your foes turn taile with broken pates Then call to you the richest of your Citt's But seek no cash for in their bags their wits Are close knit up but onely thus much make Them know their wives and fortunes lye at stake That they shall want no succour whilst your hand Can grasp the sword and scepter of this Land Thus arme their hearts and rouse them from their beds And then let us alone to arme their heads She now requires that Iones in person goe To Essex his intents to sound and know To use all fairest meanes that may reduce him From those leud wayes to which lost men seduce him He undertakes it hastens to the Lord And is admitted in as soon as heard And here he finds Sr Walter Rawleigh with him Some ill was in 't his fancy straight doth give him He knew he came not to the Earl for good But to provoke him to some madder mood Therefore from thence our Iones doth Rawleigh rate Shaking his martiall truncheon ore his pate Bids him pack thence to th' knaves of his Grand Jury Hee 'l make him else th' example of his fury Rawleigh was wise and rul'd by his best sense Gives place to time and so withdrawes from thence Then Iones these Counsells to the Earl began How full of dangers were the wayes he ran How weak his power much lesse unto the force Of Englands then his Raine-deer's to a horse Thus his brave Family must be destroy'd His honours lost his ancient house made void Beside his cause was naught for though himselfe Nere read the lawes of this great Commonwelth Yet he had heard some Lawyer say long since There was no law to captivate our Prince Thus all the harmlesse blood that shall be spilt In this bad cause must lye on Essex guilt Lay hand on heart most noble Peere quoth Iones The Queen can pardon and inrich at once Be you but good she can be gratious Your own experience can informe you thus Thus Iones possest his noble heart 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 nere 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 child 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 blades 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 Damme or the Spirit To you I speake still waving men of merit Be modest in your tales if you exceed My Captain 's hard atchievements I 'le proceed Once more to imp my rurall muses wings And tune my lyre so high I 'le break her strings But I will reach ye and thence raise such laughter As shall continue for five ages after The Captaines Elegie ANd art thou gone brave man hath conquering death Put a full period to thy blustring breath Thus hath she plaid her master-peece and here Fixt her nil supra on thy sable beere Scap'st thou those hideous storms those horrid fights 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 metle 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 tow'rs Wert thou but here thy sword would strike the stroke To breake or bring their necks to Brittaines 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 or some such furious thing As fierce Mac-kil-cow where were then our Iones To bring these Rebels on their marrow bones Or say 'gainst Spaine our pikes we readvance 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 gon 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. Lancelot 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 Iones 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 Fare well great soule and take this praise with many Fxcept thy foes thou nere didst harme to any And thus farre let our Muse thy losse deplore Well she may sigh but she shall nere sing more His EPITAPH TRead softly mortals 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 24 Spanish commanders given in exchange for him Sr. Topas rime in Chaucer * Alway portending stormes when they are seen to play The Dolphin is alwaies observ'd to be a lover of man The eldest son of the King of France alwaies stiled the Dolphin Nebuchaduezzar † The same in Welch Lowsie The Prince of South-Wales who was slain neere Bealt a towne in Brecknock-Shire * Robert Earle of Essex * A little village by Milford * An old Wel●h prophet who ●or●told the landing of Henry the seventh there Scaevola against Porsenna in Livie Lupanthropos Witches that take shapes of wolves upon them in Ireland A Towne and Port in the County of Cardigan Read Purchas in his relations of AEthi●pia 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 Emperor of Rome * painted cloths in Inns and victualling houses Read Curtius touching these * A private Spanish Commander that took this great King of Mexico with a handfull of men Read the Commentar●es de bello Africano Read Curtius touching that El●phant of Porus who often remounted his master with his trunck in tha battell between him and Alexander