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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A07484	The legend of Humphrey Duke of Glocester. By Chr: Middleton	Middleton, Christopher, 1560?-1628.	1600 (1600)	STC 17868; ESTC S120082	18,980	48

THE LEGEND OF HVMPHREY DVKE OF GLOCESTER By Chr Middleton LONDON Printed by E. A. for Nicholas Ling and are to be solde at his shop at the west doore of S. Paules Church 1600. TO THE RIGHT VVOORshipfull Sir Iaruis Clifton Knight SIR the ancient ememy to learning ignorance hath left off his old liuerye russet Ierkins leather hose to deceiue the world like Esops Asse in a Lions skin thrusts in him selfe sometimes like a Gentleman sometime like a souldiour sometimes like a Lawyer and like Catterpillers at the springe bites off blossomes of Trees and corruptes the buddes of flowers And although the young fruites of my labours grewe not by the banks of Hellicon nor were euer watred at Aganippies welles yet simple as they are loath I was a greate while to turne them abroad into the world without armour against this enemy and almost in dispaire I was by a Gentleman your Woorships wel-willer and my very good freind perswaded to shrowde these simple lynes vnder your shadow who being your selfe dayly conuersant in the histories of ancient times are alwayes willing ready to countenance support the poore remnants of depressed learning that are left for our times would like the seauen folde shield of Aiax retort such dartes to them that throw them whereupon I am bolde to presume vpon your Wor. fauour for my defence which I doubt not but to find and when more leasure giues liberty to my penne I will indeuour painfully to requite this curtesie which so impudently I now craue Your Wo in all duty to command Chr. Middleton Ad Christopherum Middletonum Hexastichon Illustri Humphredi genio tua musa parentās Vera refert generosa canit memoranda reuoluit Virtuti et laudi statuam dans dat simul ips● Non opus est vestrae musae tum carmine nostro Nec opis est nostroe radijs inuoluere Phoebum Quid satis ornatam mus am phalerare iuuabit Rob Allott To his friend Master Chr. M. his Booke LIke as a man on some aduenture bound His honest friendes their kindnes to expresse T' incourage him of whome the maine is own'd Some venture more and some aduenture lesse That if the voyage happily be good They his good fortune freely may pertake If otherwise it perrish in the flood Yet like good freinds theirs perish'd for his sake On thy returne I put this little forth My chaunce with thine indifferently to proue Which though I knowe not fitting with thy worth Accept it yet since it proceedes from loue And if thy fortune prosper I may see I haue some share though most returne to thee Mich Drayton To the Author c. OFT haue I seene in some seign'd Historie Of loftie Knights or lowly shepheards writ Whereas Inuention runnes at libertie Arte iudgement reading spirit show'n and wit Yet in a Legend like Duke Humphreys knowne Where wittes inuiron'd in with veritie Sildome haue seen more art or iudgment showne More reading spirit wit and Poetrie But Orpheus with his harpe melodicall In Canzonets and heauens azure frame For heau'ns historie most hermonicall In Spheres sweet musicke sings yet of thy name Thē heu'ns him I wrong thei 'l giue thee merit For iudgement wit for reading art spirit Another of the same To Duke Humphreyes attendants YEE dayly wayters on Duke Humphreys table And hourly walkers by D. Humphreys shrine If that for meager famine yee be able Right to peruse a wel-pend wittye line Wait walk no more on 's table by his shrine But with D. Humphreys Legēd Gentles dine Iohn Weeuer The Legend of Humphrey Duke of Glocester 1 YE powers Diuine directors of our wits Send some small current from those siluer springs By whose faire banks the heauen-borne muses sits And to the bubling streames sweet Ditties singes Following whose course my meanor Muse may see How she shall write this famous History 2 Doe not direct her in those muddy streames Where now swims many wits whose worth affoords Sinfull foule subiects detestable theames Set foorth in worse and more detested words Whose sound euen sinfull men refuse to heare As obiectes farre vnfit for any eare 3 But in a better vaine direct my verse Obscure not her intent with such a blot Since she indeuours truely to rehearse A story of times past now neere forgot Grace her with words then of no meaner worth Then was the man whose story she sets foorth 4 So shall his name by your assistance rays'd From darke obliuion shew it selfe againe As one deseruing better to be prays'd Then some whose liues recorded now remaine For meaner vertues mightily renown'd Whilst his great workes in ruyne are nye drown'd 5 What time this land disquieted with broyles Wearied with wars and spent for want of rest Sawe her adioyning neighbours free fromth'spoyles Wherewith her selfe her selfe had disposest Of peace and plenty which men most desire And in their steeds brought famine sword and fire 6 Labouring now to restore her great decayes Like to a sea-beate Barke new com'd to shoare Seekes for a quiet harbour where they may Mend and repayre what they had lost before So fares it with this land that thus distrest Was almost left vn-peopled vnpossest 7 But that the fortunes of a blessed King Embalm'd and cur'd the woundes it had fustain'd As when the sonne accompaning the spring Brings life to the dead earth in which remain'd No hope of summer for in killing frost Were all her powers decayd her vertues lost 8 Henry the first-borne to his countryes good After he had relieu'd this ruin'd state Fighting against the French that had withstood The right his Auncestors had wone of late Cropt in his chiefest time dyes this faire King Preuenting th'haruest of so sweet a spring 9 And in his Kingdome now growne great againe Almost too mighty for to be controwlde By a young King that did retayne the name Of his dead Father yet scarse twelue months olde Too heauy was God knowes for such a hand The Scepter that did sway this head-strong land 10 But yet supported by his vncles care Humfrey Glosters Duke for so they call him To ryper yeares sprung vp our kingdomes heyre Protected from all harmes that might befall him During his nonage by the carefull heed Of watchfull Gloster borne for this good deed 11 Whose holy life good workes and vertuous deedes I leaue as subiects fit for greater wits For greater are the vertues that proceedes From Kings then meaner men and better fits A loftier stile whose wit and iudgement ripe Then an vnlearned Shepheards oaten Pipe 12 O were my penne but able to set downe Great Glosters vertues as indeed they were How would the world bewitch'd with his renowne In immitation striue for to come neere His worthy deedes whereof who were possest Themselues might iustly thinke were haply blest 13 Looke as the starres when as the worlds great light Rowses him from his mleancholie bed Drawing the duskie Curtaines of the night Wherein the

And had he not been wilfull stubborne Against my priuate exhortations Glad had I then been I might haue forborne Those publike kindes of exclamations For well he knowes oft haue I priuately Perswaded him to more humility 66 With that the Bishop swelling with disdaine His workes should come in question like darke skies Whose mallancholy show presages raine And boystrous stormes in angry words replyes For his aspiring minde could not sustaine Reproofe but held th'reproouers in disdaine 67 Eternall time quoth he why hast thou chang'd Thy golden progresse for a leaden way Why haue dayes nights and houres thy seruants rang'd Through these deep myry steps and still doe stray In this bad world whose rude vnmembred forme Begot by time was too vntimely borne 68 On nature the great mother of vs all Who in abortiue birth brought foorth our age And looking on her childe fore-saw t'wold fall To this disordred and vnnat'rall rage Of brother-hood and therefore would not stand To set it into parts head foote and hand 69 But left it out of order like a Beare That brings deformed creatures to the light So bore she vs and loath she was to reare The frame in order least it should in spight Of time and her the father and the Mother In ciuill discords one vndoe another 70 But Fortune the commaunder of all kindes Although our parents thought they should preuent This fatall mischiefe yet this Empresse mindes Nothing shall hinder her in her intent But takes th' aduantage of our formelesse course And makes our mischiefes by so much the worse 71 For had our limmes been in their seuerall places Brought into order then the face had stood Without th'controulment and the base disgraces Of meaner parts in louely brother-hood And the poore feete had been content to tread Those paths they were directed by the head 72 I haue done nothing but what I might doe What th' holy Church commaunds you esteeme wrongs In times fore-past well wot I t' was not so And times to come shall teach you what belongs Vnto your dutyes better then you doe Or fret your stubborne hearts away with woe 73 With that good Gloster who no more could heare Of these proude braues answeres the Bishop thus I would the times were eyther as they were When as our late dead King raign'd ouer vs Or he that doth his royaltyes inherite Had but his Fathers yeeres and lofty spirit 74 How wold he stop these sowle words down thy throate That thus defil'st the stocke from whence we came Thou sing'st a Rauens harsh vntuned note Vnlike an Eagles bird And without shame Compar'st our roote and th'branches thence brought foorth To a mishapen foule vntimely birth 75 Which makes me thinke that from our Royall nest Some fatall night-crow stole away a bird And in his place vnluckily possest Some of her owne foule blacke and hel-borne brood How otherwise should such a deede be done Parents so good should haue so bad a sonne 76 From the sweet Rose springs not foule stinking flowers Nor doth the spreading Vine bring foorth blacke slowes Like things from like proceede in shape and power The Kingly Eagle hatches not fowle crowes Thy Royall Mother nere brought thee to light But some ill-boading fierce and vgly spright 77 Forgiue me King that I dare be so bolde Heere in thy presence for I must confesse Patience is angers subiect and contrould With euery fury which men would redresse But cannot do 't for she is gentle mylde Ore-com d and kept downe like a strengthlesse childe 78 Whereas thou vrgest me that I neglect My duety to the Church and that I grudge Her holly lawes should be of such respect For that his sacred Maiesty be iudge How I haue euer stroue with all my might To keep religion and the Churches right 79 But against thee a bad vnworthy guide For such a thing of worth am I so stoute And God defend least thy vnruly pride Bring her in perrill if not roote her out So strong-built ships in carelesse masters hands Are split and beate a sunder on the sands 80 When he had done the King prolongs his speach Sorry I am my Raigne should thus begin With ciuill discords and the hatefull breach Of kinsmens loue then which a deadlyer sinne Was neuer bred What peace is like to be When kindred with their kindred disagree 81 Be rul'd by me let not offences grow Mongst meaner men exampled by your liues Forget your griefes and doe not further sow These seedes of discord whosoeuer striues For troubles he gaines nothing in this life But woes disquietnes hatred and strife 82 With these and such like motions they were brought At length to compremit theyr iniuries Which Gloster truely ment but th' other sought To ouer-reach him with his subtiltyes And so he did at length but still pretends All should be quiet and they two be friends 83 Then harmlesse Gloster glad of these good dayes For he good man wisht not the Bishops ill Goes forward in his office and assayes To roote vp other weedes that were as ill Though not so mighty so the weedes being dead The flow'rs might sooner grow and better spread 84 So rau'nous Woolues oft in disguised skins When in their owne shapes they dare not be seene Deceiues the harmeles sheep and often wins Great conquests from good men that haue not been Inur'd to subtilties and deep deceipts Catch'd in silke nets nor poysoned with sweet baytes 85 And thus consorts his auncient enemies Enuious Winchester and many more The Duke of Suffolke and a company Of hell-borne villaines such as he before Nere knew nor nere offended but t is so Whom men suspect least breeds them oft most woe 86 O that good gifts plac't in so good a creature Should both be subiects vnto such as they Or that iniurious wrongs should worke by nature To bring honest true dealing to decay But so it is fayre colours soonest soyle Things of best prise are subiect most to spoyle 87 And for on him their worke cannot preuaile They change their plot and goe another way To grieue his aged minde and doe assaile Him in an other kinde for oft they say The wrongs that men haue done vnto their friends Vnto their substance and themselues extends 88 But more then to his friend th'accuse his wife A vertuous Lady one of good account Layes treasons to her charge seekes for her life Sayes her conspiracies doe farre surmount The common faults of men and she hath been A traytor vnto God and to the King 89 They charge her that she did maintaine and feede Soul-killing witches and conuers'd with deuils Had conference with sprits who should succeede The King and by their meanes had wrought some euill Against his royall person and had sought To end his life and bring the state to nought 90 Vpon surmises thus she was arraygn'd Witnes suborn'd and she condemn'd for it And from her husband closely is detain'd And that their doings might succeed more