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A18592	The anuals [sic] of great Brittaine. Or, A most excellent monument wherein may be seene all the antiquities of this kingdome, to the satisfac ion both of the vniuersities, or any other place stirred with emulation of long continuance. Excellently figured out in a worthy poem.; Loves martyr	Chester, Robert, 1566-1640.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616. aut; Jonson, Ben, 1573?-1637. aut; Chapman, George, 1559?-1634. aut; Marston, John, 1575?-1634. aut	1611 (1611)	STC 5120; ESTC S116061	77,656	191

And taught the lawes of Armes in equipage To after time her skill she did engage Apollo was her deare begotten sonne In Abrahams time she liu'd till life was donne Semiramis Queene of Assiria Was second worthie of this worlds great wonder She conquered large Aethiopia And brought the Necke of that stout Nation vnder Wasting the Countries of rich India Her dayes of Honor and of Regiment Was in the time of Isaacks gouernment The third and chiefest for Audaciousnesse And Enterprises that she tooke in hand Was Tomyris full of true Noblenesse Queene of the North as I do vnderstand From forth her eyes she lightned Honors Brand And brandished a Sword a sword of Fame That to her weake Sexe yeelded Hectors name When she receiued newes her sonne was dead The Hope and Vnderprop of Scithia She put on Armour and encountered The Monarch Cyrus King of Persia And Gouernor of rich Getulia Slue him in sight her Fame for to renew Two hundred thousand Souldiers ouerthrew Amongst the Hebrew women we commend Iahel the Kenite for the first in bountie Whose vncomprehensible valour in the end Did free and set at large her captiu'd Countrie Oppressed with tyrannicall Miseri● From dangers imminent of ●irie Warre By killing hand to hand her foe great Sisar Debora an Hebrew worthie the second place She fortie yeares did gouerne Israel In peace preseru'd her Land her land of Grace Where honest sportiue Mirth did alwaies dwell Her holy holinesse no tongue can tell Nations astonied at her happinesse Did grieue to loose her Wisedomes worthinesse Iudith the third that redeliuered The strong besieged Citie of Bethulia And when the prowd Foe she had vanquished And ouercame hot-spur'd Assiria Bringing in triumph Holofernes head She got a great and greater Victorie Then thousand Souldiers in their maiestie The first of Christians was faire Maud the Countesse Countesse of Aniow daughter to a King Englands first Henry Almaines Empresse Heire in dubitate and her Fathers ofspring She titles to the English Crowne did bring She ne're desisted from the warlike field Till that vsurped Stephen of Blois did yeeld And condiscended to her sonnes deare right That war-like Maude had reobtain'd by might The second was Elizabeth of Aragon Queene and wife to honorable Ferdinando She stoutly fought for propagation Of Christian Faith brought to subuersion The forsaken infidels of Granado Reducing that p●oud prouince all in one To follow Christs vnspotted true Religion The last was Iohane of Naples true borne Queene Sister to Ladislaus King of Hungarie A woman that defended as t was seene Her countries great and gracious libertie By force of laudable Armes and Chiualrie Against the Sarasins inuasion And proud hot warres of princely Aragon Thus haue I in the honor of their worth Laid ope their Progenie their Deedes their Armes T●eir ofspring and their honorable Birth That is a Lanthorne lightning their true Fames Which Truth can neuer burne in Enuies flames Worthie of wonder are these three times three Folded in brazen Leaues of memorie Windsor a Castle of exceeding strength First built by Aruiragus Brytaines King But finished by Arthur at the length Of whose rare deedes our Chronicles do ring And Poets in their verse his praise do sing For his Round-table and his war-like Fights Whose valiantnesse the coward Mind affrights This Brytish King in warres a Conquerer And wondrous happie in his Victories Was a companion of this noble Order And with his person grac'd these Dignities Great dignities of high exceeding Valour For he himselfe the selfe-same Honor tooke That all his following States did euer brooke This Paragon whose name our time affrights At Windsor Castle dubbed in one day One hundred and iust fortie valiant Knights With his keene trustie Sword and onely stay Cald Dridwin that his Loue did ouersway And with that Sword the very day before He slue as many Saxon fo●s or more But English Edward third of Memorie In blessed and religious zeale of Loue Built vp a Colledge of exceeding glory That his kind care to England did approue This Colledge doth this Castle beautifie The Honor of the place is held so deare That many famous Kings are buried th●re But one rare thing exceeding admirable That to this day is held in great renowne And to all Forreiners is m●morable The Name of which makes Englands foes to frowne And puls the pride of forreine Nations downe Knights of the Garter and Saint Georges Crosse Betok'ning to the Foe a bloudie losse Here followeth the Birth Life and Death of honourable Arthur King of Brittaine To the courteous Reader COurteous Reader hauing spoken of the first foundat●on of that yet renowned castle of Windsor by Aruiragus king of Britain finished by that succeeding prince of worthy memory famous king Arthur I thought good being intreated by some of my honourable-minded Friends not to let slip so good and fit an occasion by reason that there yet remaines in this doubtfull age of opinions a controuersie of that esteemed Prince of Brittaine to write not according to ages obliuiō but directed onely by our late Historiographers of England who no doubt haue taken great paines in the searching foorth of the truth of that first Christian Worthie and wheras I know not directed by what blindnes there haue bene some Writers as I thinke enemies to truth that in their erronious censures haue thought no such mā euer to be liuing How fabulous that should seeme to be I leaue to the iudgement of the best read●rs who know for certaine that that neuer dead Prince of memory is more beholding to the French the Romane the Scot the Italian yea to the Greekes themselues then to his owne Country-men who haue fully and wholly set foorth his fame and liuelyhood then how shamelesse is it for some of vs to let slip the truth of this Monarch And for more confirmatiō of the truth looke but in the Abbey of Westminster at Saint Edwards shrine there shalt thou see the print of his royal Seale in red wax closed in Berrill with this inscription Patricius Arthurus Gallie Germaniae Daciae Imperator At Douer likewise you may see Sir Gawins skull and Cradocks mantle At Winchester a Citie well knowne in England his famous round Table with many other notable monuments too long to rehearse Besides I my selfe haue seen imprinted a french Pamphlet of the armes of king Arthur and his renowmed valiant Knights set in colours by the Heraulds of France which charge of impression would haue been too great otherwise I had inserted them orderly in his Life and Actions but gentle Reader take this my paines gratefully and I shal hereafter more willingly striue to employ my simple wit to thy better gratulation I haue here set downe turned from French prose into English meeter the words of the Herald vnder the arms of that worthy Brittaine King Arthur in his warlike Shield did beare Thirteene rich Crownes of purified gold He was a valiant noble Conquerer As ancient Memorie hath

broade plaine When first these hautie Giants he doth spie The Britaines scorne for to retire againe But either winne the honor or else die Courage quoth Arthur better die with fame Then yeeld or turne to our immortall shame At length they meete and meeting cope together As when two sauage Boares are full of i●e The Victorie as yet inclin'd to neither But from their Creasts and Shields did sparckle fire Inkindled Wrath from Arthurs breast hath sprong That he made passage through the thickest throng The King of Giants Arthur meetes withall And copes with him for in his strength did stand His Kingdomes great aduancement or his fall His Subiects peace his quietnesse of land But this renowne to Britaine doth remaine The Giant Arthur hand to hand hath slaine When he was downe the rest did faint for feare Which when the British armie had espied Their true-borne valour did they not forbeare But all the greene grasse with their bloud they died And made such slaughter of these monstrous men That after-time hath registred agen After this Conquest is King Arthur minded With all his royall power to march to Rome And with his Lords he hath determined This gallant Resolution and this Doome To crowne himselfe by warre their Emperour And ouer all a mightie Gouernour And had not Fortune and Rebellion Stir'd vp his Cousin Mordreds hautie mind At home to make ciuill inuasion Who sought King Arthurs glory for to blind With honour had he re-inkindled fire To burne the wals of Rome to his desire But O false Mordred thou deceitfull Kinsman Begot of Treasons heyre thus to rebell Against thy noble Nephew who hath wonne Cities and peopled Townes that did excell And all he did was for to glorifie His Royall kindred and his Noble countrey But thou some base-borne Haggard mak'st a wing Against the Princely Eagle in his flight And like a hissing Serpent seek'st to sting The Lion that did shield thee from despight But now being wakened by his Countries wrong With warre he meanes to visite you ere long The newes of this proud Rebell in his Land Was like deepe piercing arrowes at his hart Intemperate Rage did make them vnderstand King Arthurs furie and fond Mordreds smart Who vow'd reuengement most vnnaturall On him that sought to bring his friends to thrall He sounds Retrait● with heart-swolne heauinesse That he must leaue faire Rome vnconquered And marcheth through the Land in quietnesse To be reueng'd on the Vsurper Mordred At this sweet newes of his departing thence The Romaines praise the Rebels excellence King Arthur heard at his returne towards Brytaine How Mordred had proclaim'd himselfe there King Those that resisted he by force hath slaine Vnto their Countries ground a gentle offring And to the Saxon Cheldricke is allide Who landing to their lawfull King denide By force they ●riue King Arthur from the shore And like rebellious Monsters kill his men Which when he viewes he striueth more and more And his great p●issant strength renewes againe And maugre all the power they withstand At Sandwich Noble Arthur taketh Land And ioyning battell with his enem●es The traytrous Rebels are discomfited And Mordred all in hast away he flies By treasons bloudie Traine murther led To gather Power to renew the fight Vrg'd forward by the Saxon Cheldricks spight The Noble Arthur in this conflict lost Some of his followers whom he lou'd too deare The death of gentle Gawen grieu'd him most As by his outward sorrow did appeare This Gawen was proud Mordreds lawfull brothe● Legitimate by father and by mother O mirrour of true borne gentiliti● Faire mappe of Honor in his gentle blood That rather chose to loue his noble coun●rie And seeke the meanes to do his life Liege good Then to defend his kindred by that warre That made the Sonne and most kind Father iarre Kind Gawen trustie worthie Gentleman Belou'd of Arthur as deseruedly Recording Time thy faithfulnesse shall scan And loyall Truth wrapt vp in memorie Shall say in thy Kings quarrell being iust At last thou di●dst not in thy Brothers trust Thy gentle King prepa●d thy Funeral And laid thy bodie in a S●pulchre Inthine owne country richly done and royall At Rosse whose auncestrie shall still endure And like a Nephew mourn'd and wept for thee Grieuing to loose Brytish Nobilitie But to proceede in this vnluckie fight King Angusel was slaine whom Arthur loued A man in whom his countrie tooke delight That ne're with home-bred Treacherie was moued In false-faith'd Scotland was his bones interd To which before King Arthur him pre●erd That vniust Mordred Mischiefes nourisher Times ●ad infamer Traitor to the State Of his whole Countrie bounds the chiefe perturber Whose name to this day mong●t them growes in hate Fled from the battell getting ships he saild Westward towards Cornwail whē his force was quaild But when King Arthur heard of his departure Causing the refuse Rebels for to flie To make the way of his defence more sure With speed he re-inforst his royall armie With new supplie of hardie men at Armes Whose Resolution fear'd no following harmes With his whole force he marcheth after him Where all the Kentish men reioyce to see King Arthurs Colours whose rich pride doth dim The faire-fac'd Sunne in all his Maiestie Not resting till he came vnto the place Where Mordred was incamped for a space By Winchester a Citie of renowne The Traitorous armie of this Mordred lay On whose proud gather'd troupe the Sunne did frowne Fore-shewing to his men a blacke-fac't day And so it prou'd before the selfe-same night Mordred and his best friends were slaine in fight At Camblane was this bloudie battell ended Where fame-a●thieuing Arthur sore was wounded With gallant Britaine Lords being attended Whose sword cald Pridwin manie had confounded Yet Fortunes vnseene immortalitie Sometime cuts downe sprigs of a Monarchie At this dayes dolefull stroke of Arthurs death The glorious shining Sunne lookt pale and wanne And when this Monarch losed forth his breath The Britaines being amaz'd about him ranne And with their nailes did teare their flesh asunder That they had lost their King the worlds great Wonder Ouer this litle Iland he had raigned The full iust terme of sixe and twentie yeares When twelue most famous battles he obtained As in our auncient Chronicles appeares And in the Church-yard of faire Glastenburie They held King Arthurs wofull obsequie And in the time of second Henries dayes Betweene two pillars was his body found That in his life deseru's immortall praise Layd sixteene foote deepe vnderneath the ground Because his Saxon foes whom he did chase Should not with swords his liuelesse corps deface In the last yeare of Henries royaltie More then sixe hundred after his buriall By the Abbot of the house of Glastenburie At last they found King Arthurs funerall Henry de Bloys the Abbots name they gaue Who by the Kings commaund did find the graue The principall and chiefe occasion That moou'd King Henry for to seeke the